Chapter 116 Merry Christmas
Recently, I suddenly suffered from insomnia, and the progress of the novel has also stagnated.I'm stuck at a bottleneck and don't know how to get out.I wanted to devise a way for the king to die in joy, but his own melancholy eluded me.Historical fiction is really hard to write.

Last night was another sleepless night. I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep. I wanted to hear the chirping of cicadas and insects, but I could only hear the sound of the night wind whistling over the mountains and ridges.I held my breath, trying to eavesdrop on whether Zhuo Ying in the next room would talk in her sleep while sleeping, but found nothing.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but when Zhuo Ying knocked on the door to wake me up, I was dreaming that I was swimming in the lake of wind and rain.When I wanted to go ashore, I found that my clothes had been taken away by someone.So I ran home naked.A big bird came down from the sky and pecked at me, and I woke up scared.He heard Zhuo Ying knocking on the door and shouting: "Skunk Su Tong, it's time for class, get up."

I opened my eyes, my head was dazed. "Xiang Zhuoying, wait a moment. I'll be fine soon."

I found that my underwear was wet, and I had a wet dream last night.I smiled wryly, changed a pair of underwear, and got dressed.open the door.Zhuo Ying appeared in front of me radiantly.

"Stinky Sutong, MerryChristmas!"

"MerryChristmas!" I rubbed my eyes.No wonder the ancients said: Time flies like a boat, and the time flies by.It's Christmas so soon.It will be another quiet holiday.

I found it strange that no matter how tight your life is, you still have to pretend to be happy when the holidays come.Chu Chu once told me a sentence, she said: "What is the purpose of the festival? Make happy people happier and lonely people more lonely." I like this sentence very much and have written it into my novels many times middle.I don't know why this sentence moved me so much?Is it because of the charm contained in it, or because it directly expresses the loneliness, loneliness and helplessness of a person in the festival, so naked and bloody.

"Stinky Sutong, do you have a date tonight?" Zai Zhuoying asked as she tugged at my clothes on the way to school.

(End of this chapter)

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