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Chapter 55: In the dull spring, deep sorrow!

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    He felt the pleasure of being noticed.  Quite a leader's sense of happiness of being "vanity".

    Going downstairs to do exercises in the afternoon, Yan Nan suddenly turned her head, she realized that he was very different from before, she felt that she had been staring at him for too long, so she hurriedly turned her head and walked downstairs along the crowded stream of people  .

    From the matter of shaving his beard, he regained the long-lost dignity. He is a person who exists and has been proved to have a sense of irony.  It feels like one really needs to be alive.  It is so important to have one thing or another that moves you.  As long as you can move yourself, you can move others.

    When he was thinking like this, his heart was sweet, his heart gradually lost the resentment, and his thoughts became much calmer, as if spring had settled in his heart.

    In spring, tender leaf buds sprout out of the dull colors, looking from a distance, it looks like a layer of light green mist.

    Those winter plums or spring plums bloom silently in unobtrusive places, as if they bloomed overnight.  People quickly turned into bees or butterflies collecting honey, dancing and gathering away.

    Those spring rains, spring sorrows, and spring injuries suddenly turned into longing for spring and hope for spring.

    Indeed, spring is here, is winter far behind?

    The willow branches covered with tender buds are dancing softly, and the ripples of the Xiaoqing River are also soft and charming, as if she opened her eyes soothingly.  His nostrils were a little breathable, the fresh air he hadn't seen for a long time, he seemed to have never breathed deeply.

    These days, only Xiaojun is not happy.

    Tonsillitis has been committed.  The thirsty and sore throat seemed to have a cold stone stuck there, unable to swallow it down or lift it up.

    The medicine kept on going, but it didn't work. He heard from his father that he should try some throat pills.

    The small particles that look like cabbage and radish seeds are packed in a transparent, thin and small glass bottle about three to four centimeters.  In the past, I always simmered in a sip of water, but this is the first time I have melted it in my mouth.

    As soon as the saliva melted, all the suffering in the world rushed down his throat, and he finally knew what Huanglian was and what Huanglian was.

    Suddenly sleep well.  When he slowly woke up from his sleep, he felt that the world was incredible.

    It turns out that some happiness needs to be defended with wisdom and skills.  Running forward like a tiger, not like a child, you don¡¯t have to worry about anything, now that you have grown up, you need to worry about everything, and you are still as stubborn as a child, you can only hurt yourself.

    He began to use his philosophical mind to think about his own affairs.

    Every time I go to sleep, I am always struggling with the trivial matters and hardships of the day.  My mind couldn't stop, and when I woke up, it was time to go to bed. I looked at my watch and it was already one or two o'clock in the morning, and I started to blame myself.  to coma.

    At six o'clock, he was woken up by the alarm clock. He dragged his body, which had been tortured all night and lacked, and got up.  This happened several times, and he found that it is extremely important not to think about problems before going to bed.  Don't tense your face, every time you are extremely sleepy, your face will always relax before you can really fall asleep.  When people think about problems, they frown. No wonder people who think a lot are prone to aging.

    He likes to deduce, to push from one thing to another.  But he can't push the math problem, let alone why Yan Nan doesn't love him, he loves her.

    What a fool he is.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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