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Chapter 53 Nightmare in the morning and night, and dust-free

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    Can't stop the disordered thoughts, it still hurts.  His scalp seemed to be caught by barbed wire, making him uncomfortable.

    It's like smearing shampoo, not rinsing, after drying, the scalp is tangled, and there is a knot somewhere.  He lay quietly on the bed, his palms were wet from sweat, but then they were dry, and his fingers were immediately swollen.

    When I clenched it, my hand hurt violently.  The mouth is dry, the anger rises suddenly, the strong liver smell is pungent, it tastes like eating a lot of pork liver.  Cold night, bitter smell, snoring and teeth grinding, disturbed night.

    The moon is extremely bright.

    He happened to see the big disc of the moon through the small square window.

    The moon, the quiet, kind face does not have the slightest sorrow.  It has been going on for so long, and I must have seen countless people who couldn't sleep at night. These people are full of sorrow, and their faces are full of pain in the dark.

    A black shadow suddenly flashed out of the window, frightened him, crossed his arms, curled up, and shrank into the corner of the wall, his whole body was covered with goose bumps.  The shadow looked around the dormitory for a minute or two, then flashed away.

    It's the teacher's rounds at night.  He felt hot and his face was burning hot.  He shrugged the quilt aside, exposing himself to the night air.  He fell asleep in a daze, but woke up again after a while.

    Cold, he wrapped the quilt and turned sideways. The pungent smell of brain oil and sweat on the pillow was like a knife piercing the heart!  Stomach growled again, hungry.  Fatigue during the day, starvation at night, accompanied by insomnia, tortured him over and over again.

    My head is full of excitement, and the noise of the day keeps ringing in my ears.

    ? I am extremely tired but can¡¯t stop being tired. Fatigue grabs my brain and leads my consciousness back and forth between sleepiness and wakefulness.  My brain was pulled and dragged, turned and turned, and became numb, and it was always tense and unable to relax.

    The nights of those years seemed to be like slowly flowing fine sand, gently blown by the wind, swimming away in an orderly manner.

    The lonely night without sleep, apart from the pain of insomnia, left him with a lot of moonlight thoughts.

    Just like the prose in "Morning Nightmare - Zahuadian", the paper is full of melancholy

    Waking up from a dream, I suddenly looked up from my deep sleep.

    ?There is still a bright moon this morning, gray and as big as a plate.  The moon is like a round ship, and the gray sky is more like a light blue sea.  The pink and white floating clouds are the waves.  I am more like a pebble in the deep sea.  Lonely and pitiful, always immersed in this small dark corner, unable to get relief.  But I am glad that that is the sky, this is the earth, and I am not a stone.  Negativity and optimism originate from different ideas. Since you are alive, it is best to be positive and optimistic.

    I sigh.  Moon?  I narrowed my myopic eyes, and suddenly, a thin and curved dead branch squeezed out from the pale, trembling with a little wind.  It was early spring, but there were still bones left. In summer, there would be lush green leaves and pleasant rustling sounds.  The sound was like running water, knocking on my long-sleeping heart.

    During the last few nights, I have been puzzled by the thick smoke hanging in the dark sky and not flowing.

    I widened my eyes and wiped and wiped again, but I still couldn't see clearly.  During the day, I was busy studying and forgot to take a closer look. I didn't remember what the fog was until I stood upstairs in the aisle and looked at it during the break between classes at night.

    Suddenly smelling the aroma of new leaves all night, I remembered that the fog was not composed of countless young shoots, and my vision became clear all of a sudden.  I sigh that spring is coming again, and I also sigh that I have been alone without friends for another year.

    In the middle of the night, I rummaged through boxes and cabinets looking for something, but I found many old letterheads. I looked at them one by one, and my face became hot. It was my letter, and I had already forgotten all the contents recorded on the letterhead.

    The squatting body felt tired enough, stood up, and came to the window, the moon was like a plate, cold and clear.  I always thought that life was unfair to me. It turned out that I hadn't cared about myself at all, or else, how could I have completely forgotten my past.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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