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Chapter 148 Insomnia on New Year's Eve

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    Chapter 148 "Insomnia on New Year's Eve"

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    ? On December 31, 2020, I believe many of you, like me, stayed up all night, right?  At least at midnight on January 1, 2021, I was really awake.

    I have never had the habit of looking at my mobile phone after sleeping, nor have I deliberately waited for this New Year's Eve as an important ceremony.  In fact, I just normalized insomnia.  Especially in the "wartime period", when the work is the busiest at the end of the year, I am often so tired that I can't fall asleep after lying down

    My mother said that I didn't fall asleep well because my spirit was not completely relaxed.  But at that time, I had actually set foot on the land of my hometown. If I say that the exhaustion from work has not completely dissipated, it is moretoo excited.

    What impressed me the most was that when the bus was approaching Weiyang South Station, someone's mobile phone rang on the bus, and the ringtone turned out to be the very classic "Going Home".  Although it is just a coincidence, it is also very appropriate.

    I remember this melodious and warm pure music, and it was also the singing song played by the school through the radio every time when I was in school.  As the music gradually blurred into my ears, I knew that I was getting closer and closer to home

    At around four o'clock in the afternoon on December 31, I got off the shuttle bus of my unit, and after saying goodbye to my colleagues, I wore the colorful clothes woven by the dim sunset that slowly sank below the horizon in 2020.  Wearing a mask, I gently breathed the familiar and friendly air of my hometown. For a while, I felt like the wind was blowing under my feet, and I couldn't help but get up quickly.

    While walking, I passed by pedestrians who came and went in a hurry on the street.  In the eager pace of getting closer and closer to home step by step, I suddenly felt that a year had passed quietly and at a constant speed in the process of walking forward.  The rate is constant, and the time is 356 days or 366 days every four years. As for the mileagefor each of us alive, it seems to be different.

    The road is under your feet, leading to the distance you choose.  During the period, there is no lack of confusion and hesitation. I will stop temporarily for a nap, or wander nervously at a fork in the road that is really hesitant.  After hesitating for a long time, finally, continue to run in an unknown direction based on intuition. This is the mileage of life.

    And the regular change from year to year is nothing more than every year, through the New Year's Eve ceremony, some differences are slightly highlighted

    Ever since, at the starting line in 2021, which is still bathed in night, I lost sleep because of cranky thoughts.  In fact, it is not useless to think wildly. It is because I think more than others and I am more sensitive, which makes me want to express a lot But words are sometimes very pale and inefficient!  So writing it out is a better way for me to express myself!

    After tossing and turning, it was finally difficult to fall asleep, so I simply turned on the phone that was turned off¡ª¡ª

    I saw "2020", which lasted for a full 366 days on the calendar, finally changed from "0" at the end to "1".  Seemingly a simple digital change, it actually means a bright new starting point, a new beginning. In the dark bedroom, with the faint fluorescent light of the LCD screen, my eyes are instantly filled with enthusiasm and enthusiasm.  Hot and shiny.

    "Happy New Year!" Nearly two o'clock, my cousin sent me this message via WeChat, and also reminded me to put down my phone and don't stay up all night!

    I couldn't help laughing to myself that he, like those friends who just posted about the New Year's Eve, made a special trip to wait with his eyelids open for the midnight, so that he could post a quotation to welcome the New Year.  After thinking about it again, I chose to pretend I didn't see it, and wait until the next dayit was 7 o'clock on January 1st to reply to his message, so as not to reply now, and I would not be able to fall asleep even after chatting.

    The mobile phone was turned off again, cutting off all artificial light sources that should not exist at night, I covered the quilt, closed my eyes, and I don't know how longor in some way, I fell asleep anyway.

    ? At around 8:00 in the morning, I woke up naturally with little sleep, turned on the phone as soon as possible, and sent back a cartoon image of "Happy New Year" to my cousin.  But according to what I know about that slob, he's definitely not going to wake up before ten o'clock!

    I am the kind of person who has no trouble getting up. After washing and folding the quilt, I didn¡¯t say any polite words about Happy New Year to the father who made breakfast. The father and daughter ate breakfast in silence as usual.  We don't like to chat while eating. It wasn't until the more lively mother got up that there was a voice of laughter in the family: "Happy New Year!"

    "Oh, happy." My father and I replied lightly, without a single extra word.  My mother complained about our cold personality, and we sat down to chat in our own seats, basically she was chirping, and we occasionally responded a few times out of "rescue"

    After dinner, I went out alone to cut my hair.  After nine o'clock, the sun penetrated into my padded jacket warmly. This is the most gentle warmth of the winter sun.??, high and soft, not too hot like summer, not quite glaring like spring and autumn, it is a kind of warmth that I think is most suitable.

    The air in the morning is always much fresher and lighter than in the afternoon, mixed with a trace of coolness.

    The winter wind from time to time rushes to my face, messes up my slightly longer short hair, and carries the breath of a new year. Finally, I can't help but stop at a corner of the street. I can't help but spread my five fingers and stretch to  The round of winter that is slowly rising to the highest part of the sky.

    "Hello, 2021." I slightly squinted my eyes, which were covered with black and blue eyes, and filtered the sunlight through my fingers.  Year Say hello.

    Hello, 2021, greetings now, isn't it too late?

    ?I smiled to myself, put on my thick "bear paw" gloves, stepped on the mottled light and shadow on the ground cut by bare branches, and started my own steps, a series of new steps belonging to 2021

    ? On January 2, 2021 (remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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