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Wednesday, August 2018, 10

I suddenly feel a little comfortable tonight. I probably read my diary and wrote it for more than half a month. I didn’t really want to write when I was idle. I have been doing many things for 3 minutes since I was a child. The most long-term No, because of this, my parents beat me a lot when I was young.

They enrolled me in a painting class in my primary school, trying to let their son master some special skills, but I took the class for a month, was taught by the teacher to draw lines for a month, and finally slipped away with my schoolbag Brother Zhang Han played marbles, and when they found out, they pointed at my nose and scolded me abruptly.

But still don't change, never change.I also learned badminton, and I threw away the racket as soon as I was able to hit two balls.

I defined myself as wandering by nature during a certain period of secondary school, and I could not let anything constrain me. I should go with the wind and wherever I go is home.

The reason why I continue to write about things that no one cares about in this autumn that is getting colder is that I probably won’t be interested in the future myself. I can probably sprinkle some chicken soup on myself and say something like “Persist when you can’t hold on.” If you don’t persist for a while, how will you know where your bottom line is.”

Haha.

No, I had already shrunk into the quilt early today. I found a book on the bookcase that I hadn’t finished reading and left aside many years ago. Report material.

Maybe it's because the dim light in our room is so warm tonight.

It may also be because Ruan Xinhe repaired his materials with a pen and threw them aside, then he suddenly came over and plugged an earphone into my ear, and then he took a book on the bedside that had been dusty for a long time and started to read.

Because the man's music in the earphones sounds too gentle.

All in all, everything was very pleasant and gentle tonight.

The lighting is good, and the sound in the earphones is also good. When I flip through the book that I have put away for many years, I can still remember where I saw it, and I can vaguely remember the plot of the previous story. The thread unites the two of us.

In the music, I felt that I was suddenly so pussy that I felt weak in my heart.

So I pulled the tablet out of the drawer and started typing in the memo.

Ruan Xinhe glanced at me, he smiled and pointed to his earphones: "Are you surprised?"

Of course, I was pleasantly surprised. Since last year, I have been unable to listen to this person’s songs on almost all listening software. Now I listen to him humming a few words in the earphones. The whole night is so gentle that I feel like I am wrapped in someone. In the soft embrace.

Ruan Xinhe bared his teeth and smiled at me, then turned the pages of the book with his head down.

When I typed two or three lines, he put his Maugham teacher back on his bedside table, and started humming along while taking out his phone.

"The proud man is starting a journey of wandering. Maybe there will be wind occasionally, and our song will still be in the wind."

Hum.

"People who write songs are prudish, and people who listen to songs are the most ruthless."