"Ke'er, did someone bully you again later? Or did you meet some bad people? Tell me, and we will find a way to remedy it." Yin Yijie tried carefully, as if I were a priceless Northern Song Dynasty thin-bodied porcelain, transparent and fragile.
But, who bullied me? Who is the bad guy?
I looked at him
Can I say it?
The dinner was still sumptuous. There were ten dishes on the table, all specially prepared for me when I was sick. They were light and delicious.[
The eel, which nourishes the body and removes dampness, is also very delicious. Yin Yijie picked the spines carefully, but I still didn't eat much.
The balcony in the living room is relatively large, and there are soft cushions on the sofa. I was kidnapped by Yin Yijie and sent here, huddled in a corner, and let him cover me with a blanket.
I was careful to guard against it and tried not to show any signs of it.
The curtains are open, and the starry sky tonight is particularly beautiful.
The bright moon is in the sky, and the cool moonlight has traveled thousands of miles to come to me and keep me company. The twinkling stars are randomly embedded in the dark night sky, becoming the eyes of the night. Occasionally, airplanes fly by, and occasionally meteors streak across.
The sky is no longer lonely.
There is a white spot on one side. I don't know if it is the trace of a plane flying over. I called it the plane line when I was a kid. Or it is the legendary Milky Way. There are Cowherd and Weaver Girl by the river, and there are rolling waves in the river.
But far away, no matter how big or small, or how vigorous it once was, what is left is just a patch of white and a bright spot as big as a bean. I don’t know if we can become one of them after many years. I don’t know if we can become one of them after many years.
, can this matter become a star in memory? In the dark night, when we look up, we can find its traces.
Yin Yijie touched my forehead, looked at me quietly, and went in to bring me some juice.
Chai Chai's milk papaya juice still has the same taste.
"Ke'er, do you want to attend the class?" Yin Yijie asked me. His voice was very soft, soft, and mellow. It was not like the feeling that night, not at all.
I turned to look at him and lowered my head silently. I didn't quite understand what he wanted to say, and I didn't really want to understand.
Yin Yijie sighed silently, opened the balcony door, and turned on the stereo in the living room.
Soon, the voices of various teachers came, the sounds of class.