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Chapter 58 The prelude to love, only the prelude is not in love

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    Many newspapers were newly replaced in the lecture hall at the entrance of the classroom, surrounded by many people, some straightened, some bent, and some raised their heads, reading newspapers.

    I listlessly browsed "What should parents do for candidates a few months before the college entrance examination?"  ", a big question mark in bold, question mark, a big question mark hits my heart, what the hell did Yan Nan do?

    "Ah won't you wash it several times before eating?" She and Ma Nannan walked behind me.

    People, it is rare to have a precious sobriety.  But when he knew that what stood before him was a great tribulation, should he be thankful?  An unattainable height exhausted my body and mind.  Even carrying Wang Ran on my shoulders made me feel very tired.

    Every morning, upon waking up, I get up in a daze, put on my clothes in a hurry, run crookedly, stumble to the door, throw off the latch, and open the door, a unique new world suddenly arrives.

    The birds chirped crisply, and the fresh air rushed in.

    I often open the door but don't know what to do.  Sitting down on the stone steps, staring at the courtyard in a daze with dry eyes.

    The sun just woke up lazily, with no light, its face was sandy white, the western sky was still a bit dark, and there seemed to be many clouds in the sky.

    The branches and vines of Huangyuan turned green, and a steel-wire-like locust tree protruded from the cracked wall. Many new leaves appeared on the branch, and it was a bit big, as if wearing a few small green twigs on its head.  umbrella.  When the wind blows, the locust branches bounce up and down.

    Soon, a couple of students moved into the deserted courtyard and lived in the small north room.  There are five tile-roofed houses and one wall, separating a three-room north house and a two-room small north house.

    Since I moved in, the room has been locked tightly.  Against the thick darkness inside, the window panes shone brightly, shrinking the branches and flowers in the courtyard and placing them on each piece of window panes, showing another shrunken world.  When the wind blows, the door moves, and the shadows of flowers and plants flicker.

    I heard a poet say that if a person is entangled with painful thoughts, he will not feel lonely even if he is on a desert island.  As soon as they came, they brought a noisy life, and I remembered that the previous environment was the tranquility of death and the unbearable loneliness.

    When I came back in the afternoon, they had swept out the dust and sawdust in the house and piled them not far from the door.  The broom hung some cobwebs stretched into monofilaments and leaned against the wall by the door.  from their doorway to the gate.

    The air smelled of washing powder.  The door was wide open.

    A girl with long hair, wearing a bulky T-shirt and shorts, came out with red slippers and a pair of large gray men's sneakers, and placed them carefully on the stone pile in front of the door.  Turn the tongue up to let in as much sunlight as possible.

    In my house, it is dark, cool, and quiet.  The creaking sound from the next door was the sound of the bed board being pressed down, and there was no sentence from time to time, as if it was far away from the yard.

    Clothes, shoes, and brooms are drying in the sun, as if the warm sunlight belongs to them, while my place is another world, cold and dark.

    The sunlight in front of my door was blocked by a high wall, and the boundary between light and shadow was a line that slowly climbed from the ground to the tiles of the front house.

    The excess sunlight went straight to the next room, blocked by the low door frame, and a trapezoidal sunlight that was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom fell on the door of the house.

    There is sunshine in the outside world, but my heart is extremely cold: cold, rain, orphanage, the torrential rain in my world is about to wash me into a vast ocean.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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