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Chapter 16 Good Night
Oops, I fell asleep again last night.

Although I didn't seem to be sleeping deeply, I was just too lazy to get up and touch my phone.Also, I feel tired. Although I can't sleep, I just don't want to move.

Lying there like a salted fish being baked by the sun.like a statue.

This is pretty good. Just trying to do it can be considered an attitude towards life.

Today's experts are the most disdainful of this. They feel that young people have no vitality at all and are always acting badly.

I don’t think so, okay.

This is just an attitude towards life.

Be yourself, respect others, be humble and polite, and do what you like, want to do and can do without violating the law and your own morals.

Accept unexpected deviations, admit that other people are excellent, be positive about yourself, and don’t be stingy with your praise and affirmation of other excellent people...

Try to live every day as peacefully as possible.

Although the days are so boring.

If that's the case, if it's not fun, then just have some fun for yourself.

Walk down the endless alley, look at the moon quietly, look at the sea when you are happy, and wait for the sunset when you are sad - although the wait is so long.

If buying a flower makes you happy, buy it.

Of course, the premise is that normal expenditures in other areas can be ensured.There are times when romance isn't particularly desirable.

Because I think that compared to a moment of romance, I will feel more sorry for your body that is starved because of frugality.

This is just my idea, you can do whatever you want.As long as you can be happy.

I used to go out early and drive across half of Beiyu Island to buy breakfast.

This resulted in me getting stuck and almost being late.

The breakfast I bought after traveling half way across Beiyu Island was what I wanted, so even if its taste wasn’t enough to impress me, I wouldn’t regret it.

It’s nothing, I saw enough scenery and met enough people this morning.

Today's sunrise is beautiful.It's enough to dispel all the clouds in my heart.

I talk a lot of nonsense.

I will be afraid too.Afraid of everything.

I am afraid that my writing style is too immature and I cannot express what I am thinking.I am afraid that I will be too negative and cause the few people who can see this nonsense to fall into endless deep thought.I am afraid that due to physical reasons, I will be lazy from time to time. If I am lazy for a long time, I will violate what I said in my original creation.

Damn!

Therefore, it is better not to make blind promises.Because you have to do what you say.

Sometimes I wonder if I should speak more, if I should be more sunny, positive and energetic...

I looked at those people who were out-tempered, and then at the friend next to me who was walking quietly with me.

I don’t quite understand: If I don’t have an outgoing temper, won’t my friends like me? If I’m not cheerful, and even often give up on myself because of illness, won’t my mother love me? If the moon doesn’t set, the sun will No longer shining?

I don't understand everything.

I'm such a fool.

I don't think stupid is a derogatory term. It is a very intimate, ambiguous but somewhat silly term.

It's like your father who is not good at words. When you are noisy and do something incorrect, he wants to say something, but his brows are twisted again and again, and the corners of his mouth move again and again. In the end, he only says the sentence " Don't be like this, be good." The word "good" in it is the same.

As I write this, I even feel like crying.

Be good, yes, be good.

Although he is a fool, he can no longer do stupid things.

Only fools do stupid things, and fools can only do stupid things.If he's stupid, he's a bit melodramatic, but he's also cute and easy to like.

I think my love of writing letters was completely inherited from my father.

He wrote to me several times.

For a father who is not good at words and the only way to express his love is to send money and let me secretly pick snacks behind my mother's back, writing letters seems to be the most tortuous and appropriate way.

Just like I do for my friends, I can imagine his nervousness as he puts pen to paper.

His letter didn't have an envelope, it was just folded several times and put in the drawer under my desk or under my pillow.

I have never read the letters he wrote to me.Just took a quick look.I couldn't stand it. When I saw the word "sister" in the first line, my eyes turned red.

The more I read, the tears couldn't stop falling.

A friend once said that she cried after reading the letters I wrote for her.She called me while choking and called me "Asi..." in a low voice.

I was listening to my grandfather playing the erhu in the park at that time. The park must be noisy.

I didn't hear what she said, but I knew she was crying.

He quickly ran to a quiet place and asked what was going on.After hearing the answer she gave, I couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Idiot."

She was also unconvinced, "I'm not an idiot, you are."

"Okay. Then I'm the idiot."

……

It's good to be a fool.

If there is love, if you can like what you like, and be liked by others... then what's the point of being a fool.

The topic we are talking about now is so romantic, it seems like it would be boring to talk about anything else.

What a fool writes is not that good.It's just that sincerity, that boldness hiding behind timidity, that makes the person who receives the letter remember it for a long time.

I like to write letters!

But after writing again and again, I don’t seem to know who to write to.

Oh, do you like to write letters?
I think this is very fun.

I wrote a letter to Fake, different from the one I wrote to Hippo.This letter is full of my outspoken love for her.

It's worth it.

Although Fake is good now, Fake can be better, but no one told her what to do, it's just that this fool is too stubborn.

I hope that the holiday will be fine as well.At least not as bad as me.

Everyone is.

I'm so sleepy, but I don't want to sleep anymore.

I don't know if it's because I slept too much before, or if my head starts to hurt again now.

Now, I can't sleep well.

I started to doubt it some time ago, but I was just convinced today.

The reason why I have been drowsy for so many days is not because the hippo has bewitched me, nor is it the climatic hypnosis in Qingzhou.

It's because, from beginning to end, I couldn't sleep well.

My head has been dizzy since I woke up, and it always feels very heavy.

I couldn't remember what happened, all I could think about was how I looked after falling asleep again and again.

Because I don’t remember having nightmares, I fell asleep early.

Only now did I realize that it was just me who didn’t remember.

I wake up five or six times a night and then go back to sleep.

But it’s not that easy to fall asleep.

There was a period of time when I was really snoozing.

But later on, it wasn’t.It's so similar, I just discovered it.

My head hurts.

What should I do.

How could it be possible to sleep.

It’s time to put down your phone if you can’t sleep.

There is no more nonsense today, I will talk to you tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)