Life is precious

Chapter 3 Chapter 3

The dresser that Ms. Lily mentioned arrived soon. After he measured my body shape, he quickly delivered two racks of neatly hung clothes in the afternoon, occupying half of the space at once. Takeaway A full-length mirror was provided.It's breathtaking.

Then every night, someone knocked on the door and came in, asking me what I would like to eat for the next day's three meals.

Miss Lily also sent someone to bring a stack of books, as well as a few blank notebooks, plus two pens and two bottles of ink.I guess I feel like I need to take notes while reading.

In this way, I started a life of house arrest where I ate and slept, slept and ate, and my whole body was covered with mushrooms.I miss Pan Xiao very much, and this kind of missing makes me a little breathless.I can't help but think of Zhang Shaoshuai, Zhang Xueliang, who launched the famous "Xi'an Incident".He was also under house arrest for most of his life.Now I have experienced a little bit of what it is like for a hero who is supposed to gallop across the battlefield and the world to be forced to be confined in a small space all day long.

But Shaoshuai Zhang is accompanied by Miss Zhao Si, if I am accompanied by Pan Xiao at this moment, and he is willing to let me do whatever I want... Forget it, YY is so boring, now Pan Xiao and his parents don't know what to worry about look like.Not wanting to think about it any further, I sighed and continued to feel sorry for Young Marshal Zhang.

After lamenting the anti-Japanese heroes of the past, I picked up a few books that Miss Lily sent me.I opened the first book, "The Complete Works of Shakespeare" with a blank face, and felt irritated after reading two pages.I opened the second book, "One Hundred Years of Solitude"...the third book, "A Dream of Red Mansions"...

I simply overturned the neatly stacked books and saw: "Homer's Epic", "Bacon's Essays", "Selected Dramas of Guan Hanqing", "Ouyang Wenzhong Public Collection"...

There is absolutely nothing to say.

I think with my current mood, it is really only suitable for watching martial arts and beauty, which can not only pass the time, but also relieve anxiety.But I am too lazy to ask people to find any popular texts, especially popular books are mixed, even if I get them, I may not like to read them.

I looked at the blank notebooks and suddenly had an inspiration.I feel like I've found something that's a great fit to do.I filled the pen with ink and began to write the novel.I don't want to keep a diary. It's not good to have something to describe my mood in the future and be criticized.

The days of writing novels go by quickly, especially when I can only write by hand word by word without a computer.I have no experience in writing novels before, so I can only imitate and create a few characters at will, set up a few scenes, give them characters, and then watch them do what they want to do in the world I designed.

When I first started writing, my style of writing was normal, but before I knew it, the plot began to develop toward thunder and blood.When I let the protagonist stab into the enemy's heart with a [-]cm machete, I felt refreshed from the inside out.

In fact, there are a lot of details in my novels that cannot withstand scrutiny at all, but I don't care.It was just to pass the time.I try my best to recall the few books of Jin Yong and Gu Long I read when I was a child, imitating the knights in the rivers and lakes in my works to be happy, free and unrestrained.I finally understand why so many novels, TV movies and movies have a bad conscience, because it's just one word, and it's so cool to write!

Just as I was writing dog-blood essays and waiting for the big boss, Mr. Zhou, to appear, an unexpected visitor visited.

I watched him appear to be personable, but he occupied the only chair in the room, and could only sit on the bed.After he sat down, he didn't introduce himself. Instead, he looked at the masterpiece that I had worn out a pen, used up three notebooks, and worked hard to write for four full months.He laughed so much while watching, I laughed so hard that I greeted his ancestors all over again.

After watching for a while, he seemed to remember what he was doing here.He turned to me and introduced himself: "My name is Gu Yun, you can also call me Gu Shao, Mr. Gu or whatever. I am Mr. Zhou's secretary and his right-hand man."

I gave a dry laugh, looked at him still holding on to my hand, and said, "My name is Jiang Jie."

He nodded, and then said: "I hope you can act in a play. It's not difficult, just go to a coffee shop to buy something, and then finish eating in a nearby park. I'll let someone take you to familiarize yourself with it later. Just a moment. Someone will come to pick you up every day in the future. I will also give you the money for shopping. "

After finishing speaking, he shook the notebook in his hand, "Your writing is good, show me these few books first, and I will send you a notebook, the kind that can be typed." Then he left, He came in a hurry, came suddenly, and left very simply.

Looking at the few books piled up in the corner and the blank desktop, I really wanted to sigh.Endured it, didn't hold it back, and sighed.

Gu Yun just left, and soon, several people knocked on the door and came in in the afternoon.All suits and sunglasses.I couldn't complain, motioned for them to lead the way, and followed them.

This is the first time I've been out in a long time since I was brought here.Looking at the long-lost street and the pedestrians on the street, I just feel very emotional.But until I met Mr. Zhou, it was almost impossible to regain my freedom.Not to mention the suit and sunglasses guarding outside the door all the time, even Gu Yun, the flirt in the morning, probably has to listen to Mr. Zhou.Thinking of not knowing when we will be able to confront the big boss head-on, the feeling of nowhere in sight is really desperate.

The content of the play was really as simple as Gu Yun said. After those people took me around, I also had a general understanding of the surrounding environment and routes. Anyway, even if I got lost, someone would follow me, so I didn't care.

As soon as I breathed fresh air, the emotions that were originally enclosed in the novel could not be suppressed at all, and they scrambled to roar from the bottom of my heart to my limbs.Suddenly being controlled by this kind of emotion, I just feel that the whole person is not my own.

Miss Pan Xiao.

miss so much.

Missing engraved in the bone marrow.

Pan Xiao is everywhere.

Pan Xiao, where are you, I miss you.

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Until the suit and sunglasses sent me back to the room, I was still immersed in this emotion and couldn't get out.The sleeves have been soaked a lot.It was full of tears and snot, I suppressed not crying out loud, but after entering the bathroom, amidst the sound of rushing water, I couldn't suppress it anymore, and wept wantonly for a long time.

I have known Pan Xiao for many years, many days.That was when I was just in middle school and I refused Aunt Li's care at the same time.Although I said with a strong attitude that I have grown up and can take care of myself and no longer need Aunt Li's care, but at that time, I was really, very lonely.

When my classmates were still in the second term, I couldn't tell them about my loneliness and pain.In those sad days, I didn't want to go home, and I hated the messy environment in Internet cafes, so I wandered around the street all night.

After I finished my homework at Starbucks that day, I had nothing to do, so I walked slowly on the street as usual.Somehow, I turned to a rather prestigious bar street, which is actually the red light district.

I don't like the hustle and bustle of the bar street, and I especially hate those people who turn loneliness and pain into carnival and confusion under the stimulation of alcohol.I thought that after all the excitement passed, all that was left was a emptiness that could eat away at the bones.

I look down on those who avoid pain in alcohol and love. I always feel that only by staying awake all the time can I look for opportunities and find solutions to problems, so that I can truly stop suffering.

But that day I somehow, probably turned in the wrong direction at the intersection.When I came out of an alley, I had already come to this night world.I looked around, and I really felt the hot eyes of the demons dancing here, so I turned around and left.

However, when I turned around, a clean and beautiful boy who was drunk caught my eye.

Really almost missed it.

I watched his cheeks flushed with drunkenness, his eyes blurred, and he was completely disoriented when he walked.He looked about my age, maybe even a little smaller, and I just couldn't figure out how he'd managed to get himself that way.Still come to this kind of place.

I looked around and it was almost all adults.Some are flirting with each other, some are singing and dancing and kissing from time to time, and some have already hugged each other and are inseparable at this moment.He was a minor who went to this kind of place to get drunk, and it was obvious that he wanted to tell everyone that he was an idiot who was troubled.

I watched him shake the enchanting girl who was trying to cling to him, while trying to open his misty eyes, as if trying to see the direction clearly.I really want to pull this clean boy away from this quagmire full of filth.But I'm not sure what he was thinking, and I didn't act rashly.

The girl was still pulling his sleeves hard, and her snake-like smooth and sticky body was also sticking to him little by little.He finally got angry, dragged her arm and threw it on the ground like throwing garbage.The girl in this room was still lying on the ground and became angry with embarrassment, and another drunk with a red nose came over there, grabbed the boy's neck and kissed him with his mouth open.

He was not lightly drunk, but he still looked furious. He punched the drunkard's red nose, and the nosebleed flew instantly.The drunk was also angry, kicked him in the stomach, and waved his arms to greet the man's face.The onlookers were already applauding.I saw that the scene was getting out of control, and I also noticed that he really wanted to get rid of these difficult people, so I quickly saw an opportunity to drag him out, and then ran wildly.

We are like antelopes escaping from wolves, running all the way in a panic.If you see an alley, you will go into it, and if there are many people, you will flee in that direction.Until now, I am still very glad that I didn’t run into a dead-end alley and be blocked there. Probably because of God’s blessing, we finally got a glimmer of life and successfully escaped.

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