Star Rabbit Patron Saint

"Aladdin's Magic Lamp" By chance, the young man Aladdin got a magical oil lamp. Inside the oil lamp lived a powerful genie, waiting for the master's call at any time. With the help of the genie, Aladdin becomes rich and powerful. Later, the evil magician came back and tricked Aladdin into taking away his oil lamp. At the end of the story, Aladdin defeats the evil sorcerer.

The story of Aladdin's magic lamp tells us that when you face difficulties, we must persevere. When we encounter greedy and fierce enemies, we must move forward bravely, think deeply, and use our ingenuity to solve problems. Turn danger into safety.

The moment he closed the fairy tale book, Xiaomi fell into deep thought and felt strange, "I thought the name of the blue elf was Aladdin... Why is that not the case at all?" Xiaomi loved reading, although he was illiterate. many. . . My favorite is fairy tales. I like paper books but not e-books. I can’t read a single word in e-books. Tsk, her biggest dream is to own the super-large study room of Count Dara in "The Adventures of the Strange Duck". It is best equipped with a lift, a ladder type, and a dome study room with colorful glass above the head. It is dark and translucent, hazy and... Clear, real and illusory, or like the library in Harry Potter is also good. . . Hey, dream, dream, real and beautiful dream. . . In short, Xiaomi is a book lover. She loves reading and dreaming. . .

"There must be a god in this world! Where is he? Is he handsome? He must be very handsome..." Xiaomi's round eyes shone with light, and her dazzling and shy eyes revealed incomparable determination. She has always believed that there is a god in this world. Omnipotent, smart and capable, full of strength, and most importantly, handsome. . . In fact, no one will believe something without reason

The Argentinian writer Jorge Luis Borges once said, "Everything that happens is meaningful. The past catalysis of that measure is deduced from the chain of cause and effect. Of course, there is no What is the original cause? Every cause is the result of another cause, and everything points to infinity." For Xiaomi, believing that she has a guardian angel is like fish believing in water, and leaves believing in wind. Xiaomi believes she has her own guardian angel. . . . Well, yes, she has always believed in this

After coming back to her senses, Rong Xiaomi looked around. At this time, she was still lying on the small bed in her dormitory, with her legs up against the wall, her little white socks rubbing against the wall, spinning and shaking from side to side. This is the dormitory. . . How should I put it, low-density residential area, exquisite luxury apartment type, facing the sun, with a large balcony two meters wide and one meter deep, accepting others and looking up to the light. At that time, when I came to the school, the teacher boasted that our school has a century-old building, designed by masters, and built with exquisite workmanship. Only those who can come to our school can come to our school. The teacher pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and continued, "That's awesome." They are all talented people. When you go out, you will all be the pillars. Thinking of this, Xiaomi burst out laughing. No, my little fan is not a big pillar. . . Look at this big-name air conditioner, luxurious flooring, and exquisite home furnishings. Daily life cannot be compromised. Downstairs is the large playground, where you can enjoy the gaze of others, listen to the rhythm of life, and click your tongue. This is truly a football game happening all the time, and strolling follows your heart. . . . It's just a bit noisy at times. . . Don't even think about sleeping in the dormitory that weekend in time for the sports meeting. . . Xiaomi sighed. . .

With his head turned, Xiaomi looked at his closet. . . . Everyone knows that only little fans often don't remember to lock the wardrobe, so the door of the wardrobe is often left ajar. . . Why was it so tightly closed today, and it was still locked, but the key was hung on the closet door? My intuition told me, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I told Xiaomi in detail, there was something wrong with this. With all her experience in crime-solving novels over the years, Experience, the experience of being a Conan fan for so many years, the little fan of Maori began to murmur in his heart. The body and the brain are often out of sync. Thinking of this little fan, his legs have fallen off the wall, and he turned over. He sat up. Even though she was small and tender, her brain could never keep up with her body. She should have teleported. She came to the closet, reached out and held the key, and turned it around. There was a sound. It seemed that the closet door was really locked. Why didn't it open it? . . The question is how to lock it. . . . Could it be that the patron saint came to find me? Did I lose something? Is there a thief? Is the patron saint a thief? I have to say that Xiaomi’s brain circuit is really a maze. . . You can never find the entrance or exit, maybe there are none at all. . . .

When it comes to losing things, for the little velvet fan, the bigger motivation for her to want to know what is going on is probably that damn curiosity that can kill a kitten. . . I've been talking about it for so long, it's time to talk about the appearance of our heroine Xiaomi. Xiaomi has incredibly delicate facial features, which doesn't mean she's beautiful, but her face has an indescribable purity or something. It doesn't sound good, but she is rather dull. There is an indescribable sweetness and spirituality between the movements of her eyebrows. This is true, she is really cute, so cute that she can explode. Every time she uses her brain, well, actually she has no brain. Every time she comes up with some weird idea, her round eyes keep rolling. . . . This child is not big in any way, the biggest thing is his curiosity. . . At this time, Xiaomi's smile was subtle and weird. The crescent moon eyes narrowed into a sweet arc, and a little thought condensed under the eyes. The corners of the raised mouth revealed a playful and naughty mood, and the pear dimple on the left cheek concealed a bit of a naughty smile. . . Don't let me catch you this time. . . Come out quickly, my patron saint, stop hiding, you have been discovered by me. To be honest, this is the kind of girl Xiaomi is, a girl who doesn't like to talk on the surface but hides all her inner drama. . . Thoughts are simple yet complex. When they should be simple, they are complex. When they should be complex, they are too simple. . . Thinking about things often misses the point. . .

I saw her quickly turning the key, opening it for a while, and flipping out everything in the closet. In an instant, I can really say it was an instant, the seemingly clean and tidy dormitory was full of things. Xiaomi’s personal belongings. . . (Here, the author deeply expressed that her head hurt... I really wanted to punch her twice... this unlucky child) Xiaomi, who was usually confused, was miraculously shrewd at this time. She sorted and summarized her Miscellaneous items, such as breasts, panties, suspenders, socks, stockings, socks, stockings, yoga pants, shark pants, frayed pants, and short skirts. . . Girls really have nothing to say, they have so many things. . . A bunch of makeup and skin care products, and then bags. . . Ouch. . . One bag is missing, two lipsticks are missing. . . Could it be. . . The patron saint is female. . . . No way. . . I like handsome guys. . . . I want a patron saint of handsome men. . . . Dear readers. . . Look at this kid's brain circuit. . . I bet she's the only one who thinks so. . . Classmate Rong Xiaomi fell into painful contemplation. . . . No, it's not pain. . . It's despair. . . sad. . .