(Oh my god, it was automatically sent to the previous volume and re-sent...)

Isn’t it 28?

The blocked memories are all confused.

insane.

When I say inane, I think of inane. It seems that this word appeared in the Twilight Saga 3, the episode Victoria.

This article is an interlude of another article, and the other article may be posted tomorrow.

Interlude:

Two texts come to mind, "Little Orange Lamp" and "A Bowl of Yangchun Noodles".

Ah, by the way. Since when did "orange" become "orange"?

This question is also raised elsewhere.

For example, honor/honor, favorite/favorite.

I am not discussing their academic relationship, nor do I care whether they are the same word.

It’s just that one day I suddenly realized that I can no longer see Orange and Favorite.

For another example, when I was very young, people around me ate with spoons.

At that time, if I didn't like eating vegetables, I would mix the rice with sugar.

Later, the use of chopsticks became popular.

After many years, although I have gotten used to it, I can never forget the spoon.

I mentioned this to my family one time, and they actually told me: From the very beginning, I just used chopsticks.

Hmm.. Once the chatter box is opened, I can’t stop it.

All I can say is that my memory is very different from ordinary people.

I remember very clearly what people said and did.

But as soon as I mentioned it, the other party was full of questions.

I am also very helpless.

These things cannot be written in a few words. They are everywhere.

Many times there is still "no evidence", and it is difficult to find evidence for things in the past.

Today I will give just two examples. The evidence is conclusive.

When I was a kid, I bought several toys of the same style as cousins. The one I bought was a transparent one...how to describe it.

What shape is that...an ellipsoid?

Forget it. Let’s just say it’s a small transparent airtight container, the size that can fit in the palm of your hand.

There are two liquids inside, white and...what color? Yellow? Green?

Incompatible. If shaken vigorously, the yellow liquid will break into many small droplets and then recover.

(It reminds me of the liquid in the spirit level)

There is a little duck sealed in the container. The little duck is always floating.

"Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet."

Others have long since disappeared (it is common to get separated in time).

When he took it out after many years, his family expressed surprise.

Not "Wow you still have this".

But, "When did you buy this gadget?"

I just feel...I don't know what to say.

It's still at home. It's in my schoolbag. The schoolbag is locked.

(Thinking again of "Once Upon a Time Slowly")

Another thing.

When I was a child, my sister was particularly obsessed with martial arts.

Every day I dance wildly with my second aunt's scarf...

He said that he would create a sect called the Misty Sect in the future, and he wanted me to join him and give me the deputy leader.

I really miss that gauze scarf. As for why, it’s because it’s very special. Why it’s special... I can’t tell you. Is it the style?

It has regular folds like an open fan.

Moreover, the wrinkles will not change due to washing.

It just feels so personal.

Once upon a time, my old uncle gave me his watch. The surface of that watch was polyhedral, just like the dodecahedron crystal I dug out in the sand.

When I was a student, under the sunlight, my watch would reflect gorgeous colorful light and shadow on the ceiling of the classroom, which was breathtaking.

I don't know how much higher it is than a mirror.

Later, my grandma had to change the battery for me, but without my consent, she asked the watch repairman to replace the watch cover and throw it away.

New, very new. No scratches.

brand-new.

Round. Smooth.

But I don't like it at all.

Uh, why did you go so far?

That year, my sister wrote on the back of the paper cover of the play house toy, "Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow", as the secret code of the sect.

It was only many years later that I found out whose poem this sentence was written; I have to say that my sister was hundreds of miles ahead of me in learning.

I may also be smarter than my little sister.

(I never thought so, my old lady said so)

I recall my little sister’s self-doubt when she failed the postgraduate entrance examination and her heartbreak when she was ridiculed by other family members.

And I got into graduate school with almost no effort.

I think...the brain is a good thing.

If you don't need it, it would be great if you can give it to others.

Give it to me, what a waste.

もったいない.

Because I simply don’t appreciate everything I have in this world.

When my sister and I mentioned her sect.

"How is your sect doing..."

Denied it.

she denied everything, bones and stones.

It wasn't until I took out the card that I finally admitted it.

The evidence is overwhelming.

However, the next second he "begged" the card back.

I feel that if I bring it up again in a few years, she will definitely deny it again.

And next time, I won't even have the evidence.

I bought seaweed soup. I usually choose a remote corner, but today I sat near the kitchen.

Because I found that the store's hands were hot when serving the soup (it was obvious, but I didn't say it out loud).

Laughing like crazy.

Have you ever said that I waited for an hour in a restaurant and didn’t get a meal, but I still paid for it?

One of the motivations for giving money was that I didn’t know if I had started or not, but it was just not done well (there were a lot of people that day. But anyway, more than an hour was the limit of my patience).

I never went to that store again after that.

The new store is quite close to the original one (you can’t blame me, these are the only places where you can eat that were demolished nearby).

As a result, today the owner of the original store actually waited for me to finish my meal and wanted to return the money to me.

I waved my hand and ran away.

How long has it been? And I just went out to eat at night. How did you see me...
To be continued...