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Chapter 68 Coffin Board, Water Well

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    Many times, I wash clothes with water from the pressurized well, set them up on the clothesline, push the laundry tub under the bed, and sit on the bed, staring blankly at the ground.

    The ground paved with loess is soft and uneven, resulting in uneven ground.  The ground turned into hills, and suddenly turned into undulating sea.  When I raised my eyes, the ground full of the room was the turbulent sea.

    Lying down, the black roof smells of straw smoke oil.  The cobwebs were broken, and covered with smoke and dust. I don¡¯t know how many years have passed, and the smoke and dust formed a big ball, grabbing the straw on the ridge of the roof and lifting it.

    At night, the tall branches in the courtyard draw a few black lines on the round moon, and the silence that fills the courtyard makes the people in the courtyard look lonely and lonely, which is extremely pitiful!

    On rainy days, the moisture of the rain blows in through the window lattice and the wide open door.

    The ground gradually turned black, and the bed was sticky.  I lay on the bed, watching the rain outside the house.  The whole world in the courtyard was wet, and water seeped from the roots of the adobe walls.  The thunder seemed to come from the ground, the sound was very small, the rhythm was extremely slow, as if he was very reluctant to do this, it sounded slowly, once and for a long time, and it didn't sound again until the next time.

    A rainy day is the day that reminds people of the most stories, and it is also a good day for sleeping, especially for those who cannot sleep at night.  But, I have to stay up for a while to go to the afternoon class.

    The afternoon class was over quickly, and the evening self-study passed unknowingly.  My mind has been empty all the time, it seems that my thinking is stagnant from noon to evening when I return to the abandoned garden.  Sitting on the edge of the bed at night, looking outside the door, there is a dark world, except for the sound of crackling rain, I can't see anything clearly.

    Occasionally, a few strings of rain that came into the house wet the threshold, and when illuminated by the light, flashed and flashed, they rushed from the door to the ground.  An umbrella was opened and placed in the corner next to the door to dry.

    The rain bones on the umbrella trickled down, and two black lines ran out from the two umbrella bone cones supporting the ground, twisted and gathered in a pothole.  After a while, a very small inlet was formed.

    The cool wind, damp, rushed in in waves.  I stared at the darkness outside the door in a daze, and slowly picked up the thoughts that had been interrupted in the afternoon.

    After I was admitted to high school, I hadn't been in a studio for more than a year, and I was called in by the art teacher only in the second semester of my second year of high school.

    ? In the past, art students had passed the university entrance exams in art majors, and few had passed cultural subjects alone. This time, the art teacher specially asked his students to concentrate on studying cultural subjects for one and a half years.

    At this time, he suddenly felt that the art teaching time was too tight, and the students would be sent out in the second year of the third year of high school, and they would take the professional courses of this school and the professional courses of that school one after another.

    There is not much time left for studying at school, and he was worried about the poor foundation of the students, so he fixed his strict expression.  The tense atmosphere suddenly fell from the sky.

    I couldn't stand it anymore, so I sat in the studio, holding the drawing board with one hand and the pencil with the other, and stared blankly at the model posing in front of me.

    Maybe I watched her for too long, she smiled at me, I quickly lowered my head, and sketched on the paper with a pen.  The art teacher walked behind me and went behind another student.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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