About my hopeless brother and sister

I look outside at the clouds that are tinged with a not-entirely-red color, the sky has been getting darker and cooler lately, and maybe fall really is coming to an end, before we can experience it. Soon it will be winter, soon schools won't require uniforms, soon it will be winter break. My year, I guess it's just going to be plain sailing.

Ah, if I think about it that way, I'll just have to continue living this boring but comfortable life, and then I'll have an even more boring winter break.

Great, let's make my life even more boring.

Chapter 43 about my golden afternoon.

"Well...I brought some refreshments...and tea to entertain the people who are coming to exchange?"

The bag was placed on the table and she was pulling something out of it.

No right, according to your set up you can't even cook where do you get your refreshments? Until I saw Qin Lan take out a bag of snow cakes and senbei from her bag.

And tea leaves, wait this tea still seems to be quite expensive right, did you take out the tea leaves your father left at home? I gawked as I watched Qin Lan take out another box with a tea set from her backpack, and couldn't help but begin to wonder about Qin Lan's thinking about how much she could fit in her backpack.

I also put the backpack on the table and took out a lunch box inside and handed it to her. Qin Lan took the lunch box and put it in her bag. Since Monday, I've been in charge of Qin Lan's two meals a day. I can't manage breakfast, but I set aside a portion of lunch and dinner for her to give her the next day.

Although it also needs to be warmed up in the microwave, it's better than the take-out I ordered, right?

"That, Qin Feng, you go make the tea."

Qin Lan tore open the tea bag... Hey hey hey don't tear such a big mouth! We won't be able to drink all of it. A small tear and clip will keep it in the fridge. She poured the tea into a teapot and handed it to me. I took what seemed to be quite a valuable teapot...it must have been given to Qin Lan's father by someone else.

Then Qin Lan looked at the tea tray and seemed to be thinking about how to arrange the refreshments and cups, or studying how to use this thing. How I think about it I don't think Qin Lan is a girl who knows the tea ceremony, Qin Lan wouldn't make her own tea at home, right? Well, I'm not qualified to talk about Qin Lan, after all, I wouldn't either.

Not to think about the inheritance of traditional culture...this kind of problem to say would start a war. I silently walked to the boiling water room in the hallway and filled it with boiling water. A fragrance of tea leaves came to my nose, filling the entire open water room with the good smell of tea leaves... This tea is good... I just poured the water....

I put the lid on the pot and walked back. Well, steeping tea isn't this a bit too brown, but I'm not in any condition to make tea properly, and of course given the conditions I wouldn't make it. To be fair, my ancestor seems to be also a great Confucian, until my grandfather or live very ancient style, fairy style full of Confucian style.

I apologize to my ancestors...well, I've been westernized.

Walking back to the classroom, I handed the teapot to Qin Lan, who took it and placed it on the tea tray. The tea tray was set up with cups and refreshments...why do I feel like there shouldn't be refreshments on the tea tray...well, never mind I don't know, but it's just for show anyway...not necessarily that anyone would care.

Once everything was done, Chin sat across from me and picked up the novel I'd been reading for the past two days, The Count of Monte Cristo, and I braced myself to open The Catcher in the Rye, which I hadn't finished, and which was also boring enough that I couldn't understand Horton's heart anymore... was it supposed to be an anxiety? Or is it a violent escape? What ideals does he have that are shattered by reality? What exactly is his complaint?

Holton is stupid, that's what I think. There's no use in running away, there's no use in struggling, the best way to be an incapable person is to give up, don't care about the world around you, don't care about things that make you unbearable, let people be false and let them be false, just don't have any interest in dealing with them, just maintain the most superficial of relationships. The ideal is shattered, don't have ideals, anyway, the waves of life will push you forward even if you don't go, dreams such things have the value of existence?

Isn't the value of a dream's existence to be destroyed or abandoned by others?

What if Holden had no ideals to despair, no despair to run away from, and without running away maybe Holden wouldn't have dropped out of school and been able to live out his life in peace?

Is it bad to be alive? Why fight and struggle and run away, if you ignore everything, you can go with the tide and be swallowed up in the end.

I slowly turned the page of a book, the last ray of sunlight shining through the carnivorous plants taken care of by Wu Moxi on my page, this should be the last ray of sunlight to shine in this day. The setting sun with its characteristic color filled the small literary club with a piercing dusk, and I braced my face to glimpse Qin Lan across the room.

Sitting upright, her ponytail shaking slightly behind her head as she breathed, she seemed to be carrying a gentle halo of light, isn't there a school of thought that light is made up of photons, and that's why it was only at this time that I could see the particles of light that seemed to shimmer on Qin Lan's body. It was like the light of a firefly.

The gentle sunset sun shines on her gentle smile as she looks down at the book in front of her, the ink seems to be floating black trails that are particularly bright in the setting sun. The side of her hair was shaking idly under the setting sun, like a jellyfish. Her handsome face was shrouded in light, the fine fluff on her face reflecting the soft light.

It was, indeed, beautiful.

As I stared at her, it suddenly occurred to me that there was no one else in the club now, Wu Moxi and Xiang Zhe were out, and the one from the debate club hadn't arrived yet, which meant that now Qin Lan's beauty was mine alone. I've been in love with Qin Lan for nearly ten years, I didn't know how to make the first move when I was young, and then Qin Lan and I always had our differences, but now we're back to being basic friends.

But it always felt like we still had a problem before. I don't know if Qin Lan has romantic feelings for me, after all, what we did when we were little was to get along without such thoughts. So does it mean that when Qin Lan hugged me, it was only with the feelings of childhood and not love?

If we attack without complete certainty, will we destroy the more fragile bonds we've had a hard time rebuilding?

Continue to be friends or is it possible to go back to before? I believe that the choice I make myself will always be the one that is 100% probable, and I'm going to keep letting go of my feelings for Qin Lan.

Silently picked up the cup of tea and gently sipped the tea inside, the strong but fragrant tea flavor spread in my mouth, with relaxation and melodiousness, in my own body. At such times, it feels like, time all seems to stand still, this kind of life, perhaps is the good.

What about the time with him...rare, just the time we had together, though perhaps it was only a short time.

Some messy half-length hair, written with uninteresting eyes and an expressionless face, maybe there was nothing about him that was worth describing. Maybe to many people this man was nothing more than an unmotivated, unmotivated and even obnoxious guy, but I knew what a gentle boy he was.

He and I shared our memories, I shared time and years with him.

How I wished this scene would just go into eternity, warm and cozy in the sunshine, he and I sitting opposite each other reading a book, in front of the unorthodoxly placed tea tray with a teapot of tea brewed in an unorthodox way, but the faint scent of tea still wafting in the air.

The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the face of the person you are looking at, and you will be able to see the face of the person you are looking at.

I really envy Sister Qin Yun, to be able to watch him every day, to be able to watch him grow up slowly.

I remember that there are always people in the space who like to add arts and craftsmanship to their own, and the camera travels and sends out stories with the arts and craftsmanship statement that "the years are quiet and you and I are alright". The actual actual time of the day, the actual time of the day, the actual time of the day, the actual time of the day, the actual time of the day, the actual time of the day, the actual time of the day.

Being with him was just beautiful, I guess.

Silently picked up the cup of tea and gently sipped the tea inside, the strong but fragrant tea taste spread in my mouth, with relaxation and melodiousness, in my own body. At times like this, it feels like, time all seems to stand still, and this life, maybe that's what's good.

"Uh...you're from the debate club, right."

Wu Moxie looked at a tall classmate standing at the door and called out to him awkwardly.

The tall classmate turned around slowly, this slow and nonchalant look really seemed like that sloth, which was Wu Moxie's inner thought. This classmate should be quite strong, but he always seemed to like to rickety his back, looking a bit strange. His surroundings diffused a slow and leisurely atmosphere, plus looking at his face filled with a mature and sophisticated smell, it was as if he was an old man sunbathing with a birdcage.

"Ah, yes."

A mouthful of very pleasant sounding Beijing film, is this a classmate from near Beijing? I hadn't heard much about it before, ah, so the analogy to his words would have to change again, like a flagman in a lab coat carrying a birdcage strolling through an alleyway in the Qing Dynasty was as leisurely.

Wu Moxi looked at him, then said, "Why don't you go in?"

He smiled, touched his head, looked inside, and said, "Inside, how can I put it, these two together feel like they exude a gentle atmosphere that one, doesn't want to ruin."

Wu Moxie was stunned and lowered her head.

After taking a deep breath, he raised his head again, smiled, and said, "Then, I'm really sorry, the club exchange is done for today, it's a trouble."

"Ah, it's okay."

He seemed relieved and slowly left with leisurely and easy steps like an old man, please could one of you give him a birdcage.

Wu Moxie watched his back finally leave, the haze in front of her no longer needing to be covered, the warm liquid sliding gently down her face. She leaned against one side of the wall and slowly, slid to sit on the floor.

"As expected... I'm still... not good enough?"

Chapter 44 on my day that's been hurting.

Probability theory, or directly probability, is a very dangling thing. Probability is just an illusory thing mankind has forced to materialize it, and forced a science on something that is not exact. Probability is something that honestly can't be trusted, but probability theory is another kind of science to make people believe that probability is just a series of psychological implication meaningless numbers shown to humans after they think about it, because even if the probability is 99.9%, someone will fail. Even if there is a 0.1% probability, someone will succeed.

What is the significance of the existence of such a thing as probability? I think it is to give people a psychological comfort, or to give people a reference basis for their luck, so that they have an excuse after failure. In that case, then, probability cannot be relegated to mathematics should be relegated to psychology.

For example, being struck by lightning is a 1 in 400,000 chance, which is a negligible probability, but someone still gets struck. Of course the probability of being struck by lightning would be much higher if you were in a trilogy...never mind the trilogy...well, that means that the probability of being spread out by such misfortune is very low.

So what should be the probability of a tennis ball suddenly flying by and hitting you in the head when you're walking along nicely? I think first of all, in a place where sports like our school are inherently discouraged, and it's a weekend itself, the chances of being hit by a ball from a niche sport like tennis are about the same as being struck by lightning, I guess.

So what if the tennis ball also happened to hit the eye?

That's a negligible probability, if I had calculated the probability of me going out to school today and getting hit by a tennis ball, I would never have stayed out because of such a small probability, but it happened.