[Heizi's Basketball] Celsius is warm and cool

This kind of talk ah ah ah well well, Shang, Liang, Zi! ! ! "

"Puff haha! Alright, alright, no more joking. Ah Zhen, why don't you go and sit with me?" Tsundere can't overdo it, otherwise it won't be fun when she gets angry.Ryoko hurriedly called Jin to withdraw, and grabbed Midorima's arm to prevent him from leaving.

"I refuse! What time do you think it is now? If I don't rush back to school, I will even miss the afternoon class!"

"Eh? What, is today a school day?"

"Today is Monday! Which dimension do you live in!"

"Well, who cares. I've already skipped the morning class anyway, so I might as well skip the afternoon class too~"

"Are you kidding me! I didn't dare to leave in the morning because you were sleeping like hell. Now that you're alive and kicking, I have no reason not to go back to class—and after I get back to school, I have to go to the teacher's place." Going to make up for vacation!"

"What...you are too serious! Ah Zhen, you usually have such good grades, and occasionally you skip class and make up excuses to fool the teacher. You will believe you, so why are you so honest?"

"It's so noisy! I want you to take care of it!"

Seeing that Midorima already had a completely stubborn expression on his face, Ryoko knew that once he entered such a tempered state, it would be useless to persuade him.So she decisively changed her strategy.

"Excessive... Do you want to perfunctory me..."

With a slight twitch of her nose, Ryoko instantly changed into a pitiful expression like she was about to cry, raised her black eyes glistening with tears, and looked at Midorima with aggrieved eyes.

"It hurts... That slap of yours hurts him so much! Now you are pretending that you don't remember at all, and you are going to leave after a few perfunctory words?"

"Uh!" Midorima's body froze suddenly.

"And... what do you mean by 'already alive and kicking'? Which eye of yours saw me jumping and kicking? I'm clearly still...cough cough cough cough!!!"

"Uh-tsk! Enough is enough, I know! I just want to stay, so don't fake coughing there anymore! Go back to the quilt obediently!"

Midorima yelled impatiently, and sat back on the bed awkwardly, angrily avoiding her slightly flushed face and not daring to look down at her.

"Hee hee..." Ryoko sniggered triumphantly, leaned over and comfortably rested her head on Midorima's lap, hugged his waist, and buried her whole face in his clothes.

The summer school uniform, the white shirt exudes a fresh scent of soap, as well as the familiar warm body temperature.

The warm breath wrapped Ryoko's cold skin, making her think in a trance for a while.Arms tightened slightly, Ryoko spoke in a daze, and whispered softly: "Ah Zhen..."

"What for?" He raised his voice impatiently.

"You are so warm..."

0///0 "Say, what nonsense! All normal people have a body temperature of 36.5 degrees!"

"But you are so warm..."

After uttering the last sentence vaguely, Ryoko actually fell asleep again.

Midorima was still muttering some complaints in a gender-bending manner, and it took him a long time to realize that the breathing of the girl in his arms had gradually stabilized.

—Did you fall asleep again?

The corners of his mouth curled up helplessly, and the awkward expression on Midorima's face disappeared instantly after seeing Ryoko falling asleep.He smiled softly, and stretched out his hand to pull the quilt to cover her shoulders.

Clinical symptoms, lethargy.

Suddenly, the harsh sentence in the medical book came to mind again, and the warm expression on Midorima's face suddenly paused!

After her body was stiff for a long time, she resumed her movements and slowly covered Ryoko's thin shoulders with the quilt.

……

……

Finally, everything seems to be back to the original track.

Whether it's the playful eyes, the playful smile, or the warm dark eyes.

Inoue Ryoko finally came back.

Midorima Shintaro returned home from school, put down the sports bag in his hand, leaned on the chair next to the desk, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

Then, there was a ticking sound immediately from the computer that had just been turned on.

is email.

Midorima opened his eyes in a daze, straightened up and swiped the mouse to click on the receipt reminder in the lower right corner.

"The air ticket is booked, and the flight back to Sapporo at 10:2 tomorrow morning is in Hall [-] of Tokyo Haneda Airport.

Do you have time to see me off? "

Yes, Ryoko Inoue is back, but she is leaving again.

The dark green eyes dimmed for a moment, Midorima lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and murmured in a low voice: "What, such a short sentence is enough to send a text message, why do you use e-mail specially, there is something wrong with your brain !"

Although he said so on his mouth, his hands were typing on the keyboard without slowing down.

"Re. What a pity, our team has a game tomorrow. And it's the last game of this year's All-High School Basketball Tournament in Tokyo. I won't skip such an important game just to send you off!"

Pressing the "Send" button vigorously, Midorima felt inexplicably relieved!

Then with arms crossed, he sat proudly in front of the computer and waited for Ryoko to reply.

"re.re. When it comes to basketball, I can't help but think of Mr. Kurosaki. I wonder if he is doing well now."

Midorima twitched the corner of her mouth sharply.

"re.re.re. Why do you think of that person when you talk about basketball! What kind of weird thinking circuit are you doing?!"

"re.re.re.re. Simple, right? Basketball→basketball club→Who are the club members→Kise→Ah, when it comes to Kise, I think of Haizaki→I don’t know how Haizaki is doing→Right Haizaki is now hanging out with Mr. Kurosaki → I don’t know how Mr. Kurosaki is doing now——that’s it, it’s obvious, Makoto, is there something wrong with your IQ?”

"re.re.re.re.re. Your IQ is the problem!"

"re.re.re.re.re.re... The re.re.re. of this e-mail reply looks so annoying. By the way, I wanted to complain from the very beginning, why are you so short? Do you want to send it by email? Isn’t it much more convenient to use SMS or MSN? Ah Zhen, you’re out of your mind again.”

"re.re.re.re.re.re.re. You were the one who sent the email first!!!"

Midorima's head was about to explode from her anger, and thinking that Ryoko on the other side of the computer must be laughing smugly now, he became even more angry.

He straightened the keyboard with a menacing bang, and was about to write some sarcasm back—but suddenly he received another email from Ryoko.

I clicked on it impatiently, the font on the screen was still the usual size four, but the moment I clicked on it, Midorima suddenly felt a strange and deserted atmosphere——

"re.re.re.re.re.re.re.re. Everyone in the basketball club is okay now? I have asked the publisher to stop reprinting that "Well", and I also published it on the website for the fans. I made a statement, hoping that this matter will not have any other impact on them. There are many, many people... I haven't figured out how to do it yet...but I will work hard.

And Uncle Junichi and Aunt Naoko too... Please give me a little more time.

Ah yes, cheers for the game.Well, this kind of talk doesn't really need such a painless refueling, does it?I've read the reports about you guys, and now you're winning big.Ah Zhen, once you get it right, you will be very powerful, so don't worry at all, right? ^_^Y

Dad is urging me to sleep, I will download it first today.Bye~」

Midorima stared at the computer screen silently, read the short email several times, lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, then suddenly smiled softly.

In the reply column, he typed angrily, "Even if it doesn't go well, I can't lose. I'm very strong."

send.

After sending the last email, Midorima heaved a sigh of relief, leaned back on the chair back, and was just about to take a break with his mind empty, when a text message rang suddenly from the cell phone placed on the table.

Opening the phone cover, the name that came to be trusted was indeed "Liangzi".

"Really, when can I get rid of the habit of playing with my mobile phone after sleeping under the quilt!"

Facing the screen of the mobile phone, he reprimanded himself and was silent for a moment, but he couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled.

——Ryoko and I should be dating now, right?

Click on the text message and look at the content of the chat that has no practical meaning.Midorima suddenly felt a trance.

——However, rather than dating, this feeling is more like... going back to the past.

Back to the days before Ryoko came to Tokyo, she used her mobile phone and the Internet to chat every day.

Inexplicable, so familiar warmth.

The author has something to say: QAQ is busy, and the school is really busy again!I!At once!Know!road! ——The school will never allow us to enjoy a few more days of leisurely coding and reading books!asshole!The old paper has to waste a lot of time to do the result book and the defense!And why do you have to rack your brains all day to praise the country and praise the party! F!U!C!K! Even if you really love the country and love the party, you will be turned off by these inexplicable things!

Speaking of which, our school has been doing exchange student activities in Taiwan recently, and I feel that it is better for me to go there... At least I can avoid the thought report for a semester... (cover face)

☆, mutation, medicine

Midorima Shintaro's third year at Teiko Junior High School was, to be honest, very depressing.

—something is wrong.

He was vaguely aware of it.

It is said that when God closes a door, he opens a window.

For example, the price of Shintaro Midorima's high IQ is that his EQ broke the lower limit or something.At the same time, the sixth sense of this green-haired magic stick is quite good.

The day Ryoko Inoue left did happen to be the final day of their National Basketball League.

Like a prehistoric giant summoned by Mei Maozi, the miraculous six-color team rumbled across the arena of the Quanzhong Basketball Competition.It is completely different from the occasional troubles in the second year of junior high school. In the third year of junior high school, they have not even encountered a stalemate. Every time they win easily, there is always a kind of It felt like the game was over even though I was sweating enough.

Obviously, there is nothing wrong with winning all the way, and there is nothing wrong with winning every battle.

However, I always feel that something is wrong.

For example, Akashi Seijuro, who used to be able to figure out his temper and thoughts, has become more and more unpredictable in his personality; He looked like he was going to die; for example, the light in Tetsuya Kuroko's blue eyes was getting dimmed.

No, not right.Everything should be fine.

Defeat all the schools and reach the championship podium of the All-China League for the third time.

The third golden trophy and medal, the third time the championship banner in the hand is falling heavily, some annoying flashing lights and interviews with reporters.Everyone was chirping "Generation of Miracles".

All of this should be normal.It is a natural fact of being a winner.

Then, at the end of the summer after the National League ended, on a sultry and cloudy Monday, Midorima Shintaro accepted Kuroko Tetsuya's application for resignation as a vice minister.

"I'm giving you trouble."

The thin voice did not have any ups and downs, the thin boy still bowed politely, and then left the classroom of Class A with a blank expression.

Midorima, who hadn't slowed down yet, was stunned there, his eyes subconsciously shifted slowly following Kuroko Tetsuya's back, and saw him walking to the door of the classroom, and accidentally bumped into Aomine Daiki who happened to be passing by.

Qingfeng froze for a moment, his expression became very complicated, as if he wanted to say something but he never said it.

But Heizi still lowered his head, said "sorry" lightly, then turned and left without looking back.

Qingfeng stood at the door, silently staring at the direction in which Heizi Zheye left. After a long time, he lowered his head, rubbed the back of his head a little irritably, and turned away.

Midorima didn't understand what happened between them.He was not good at guessing other people's minds, especially Heizi Tetsuya's mind, which was as inexplicable as a black hole to him.

but……

No, there is no need to think so much, victory is absolute!

Victory doesn't lie.

So don't worry about that kind of thing.

——When Midorima Shintaro said this to himself, his expression was firm as usual.

……

"Really, Tetsu also retired." After receiving the application for resignation written in regular regular script, Akashi Seijuro was not too surprised, just lowered his eyes, and said half a sentence incomprehensibly, "Sure enough..."

Then he raised his head and said without changing his face—"I see, I'll go to the coach's office to handle the withdrawal procedures for him in a while."—After finishing speaking, he also turned and left.

After one day's training, Midorima Shintaro habitually completed the amount of shooting practice for the day, probably because he was in a bad mood so his hands were a little slow. By the time he packed up the basketball, most of the members had left.

Atsushi Ziyuan, who had already changed his clothes, yawned and waved at him, "I'll go first, Lu Zi—" and then walked out the door lazily with his shoulders slumped.

Ryota Huang Lai rushed out of the locker room in a bluff, crying with tears streaming down her face, "What's wrong with Xiao Qingfeng recently! Why don't you come to train and want to find him 1on1!"

Midorima comforted him with skillful complaints.send away.

Kise carried her schoolbag angrily, turned around and left while muttering something, and then disappeared into the dusk that was gradually darkening outside the door.

He suddenly felt flustered for no reason.

——It always feels like today... I have seen too many people who have left.

Immediately, I couldn't help but scolded myself an idiot in my heart, wouldn't it be like this to say goodbye after school one day and then go home separately!What literary and artistic youth mode to play in the summer!

……

However, everyone is really drifting away.

——Midorima Shintaro already had such a feeling.

……

"It's only natural!"

Without knowing it, he texted Ryoko the awkward complaint, and that night, Midorima received such a reply from her.

"What "naturally"?"

"It's only natural for Kuroko-kun to retire."

The words on the phone screen instantly reminded Midorima of Akashi's words today, "Sure enough..." He froze for a moment, feeling inexplicably jealous.

"Akashi said something similar today...but why is it "natural"?!"

"...Pfft. Are you jealous of Akashi-kun now, Makoto? Just because we made the same evaluation?"

Shhhhhhh...why can she tell from that sentence...the text message obviously has no tone and I didn't use emoticons!

Midorima was trembling with his mobile phone at a loss, another text message came in soon after.

"I was vaguely aware of it when I was in the basketball club. The slogan of the Teiko basketball club is invincible, right? How should I put it, just look at the history books and you will know that there is such a thing as "victory" It will suppress "dreams" and "love"—well, to put it simply, it is the same as when I wrote novels before. If you pay too much attention to honor and results, the joy in the process will naturally increase accordingly. Discounted. Especially after achieving the goal of victory, it is the emptiest and most prone to accidents. Many celebrities died or fell like this.”

The long paragraph was divided into several text messages and sent to the phone.

"Although I don't dislike this way of life, Heizi-kun is very out of place in your group. How should I put it, he gives the impression... I don't know what term to use, but it is probably that kind of basketball He is completely different from your entire basketball team. At that time, I thought he was very strange, and I expected that he would retire sooner or later. There is nothing very surprising.”

Midorima read several text messages over and over again, and he frowned deeply, a little anxious.

"What nonsense are you talking about? What kind of dreams, love, and what is the "basketball way of life"?——It doesn't make any sense to say so much!"

"Because Ah is such an idiot."

"Hey!"

"Well, anyway, the third-year competitions are over and you should retire. There is no point in worrying about it now. It's better to prepare for the graduation exam."

"I'm not worrying about this kind of thing! You don't need to remind me about the exam——you have a bigger problem, right? You've been living in the hospital, what are you going to do with your graduation exam?"

"I got my student status in a nearby school, and I will take the exam."

Ryoko's reply suddenly became short and perfunctory, which made Midorima feel a little uneasy.

——Are you really concerned about illness?

"What did the doctor say? Are the platelet counts well under control?"

"Yeah. I'm taking the medicine according to the dosage prescribed by the doctor. The results of these blood tests are all the values ​​of normal people, but you still have to be careful of blood clots and congestion. It's very troublesome. And it's too much to stay in the hospital all the time. Waiting until junior high school I'm going out after the graduation exam."

"What about the spleen?"

"... Ah Zhen, you really understand! You even know this! It's really itchy to have a B-ultrasound, and I can't help laughing every time, but I'm scolded by the nurse. It's very annoying! Are you afraid of itching on your stomach? "

Essential thrombocythemia, although the reason it got this name is because the most special clinical phenomenon of the disease is the increase in the number of platelets in the human body, resulting in frequent internal and external bleeding.But the real trouble is not the ordinary bleeding, but the resulting enlargement and failure of the internal organs.

so--

"Don't change the subject there! What happened?!"

On the day when the spleen and other major internal organs fail, even if he is not killed by cerebral congestion, Ryoko Inoue will die quickly, like an old man with exhausted body functions.

The phone was silent for a long time.

Midorima put it on the table and began to review his homework, but the nib in his hand could not write a word on the paper from beginning to end.

His eyes turned to the phone involuntarily again—the reminder light was dark.No letter.

"Tsk!"

Midorima threw away the pen anxiously, picked up the mobile phone and was about to call directly, the moment before, his palm trembled, and finally Ryoko Inoue's text message came in with a beep.

"If Japan doesn't work, I'll go to Germany, England, or America. It must be cured, and it will survive!"

——I must survive!

Far away in the general hospital in Sapporo, Ryoko was sitting on the hospital bed, silently staring at the three reminder words "sent" on the phone.His eyes were firm, his cherry-colored lips were tightly pursed, and his cheeks were slightly flushed sickly.

Midorima stared at the text message for a few seconds, then raised his head and looked in front of his desk. Next to the dark blue tie box that Ryoko Inoue gave him last summer, a stack of snow-white A4 printing paper was neatly stacked. Put it there - it was printed by Shintaro Midorima from the Internet, and it is an introduction to the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Tokyo.

He searched the contact information of several current professors in the medical department, and boldly sent them emails, asking them about Ryoko's illness.

As a result, I unexpectedly received a lot of replies, and had a lot of email exchanges with a doctor named Naoto Takeuchi.

"Boy, are you really only 15 years old? It's amazing to be able to study this disease by yourself. Do you want to consider joining the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Tokyo after graduating from high school? I will recommend it for you."

But this idiopathic thrombocytosis, I suggest you better not to act too hastily.

Although there is no successful cure for this disease in the world.But it is not a terminal illness that will kill people instantly. If the drug is controlled and recuperated properly, it is not uncommon for people to live to the age of 70 or [-].

However, if you want to control the disease perfectly, you must have doctors and nurses to closely observe and take care of it every day. The family circumstances of ordinary people cannot afford this expense.Of course, if you have a husband who is a doctor at home, you don’t have to think about this kind of problem~(￣▽￣)~*

Think about it carefully, boy~"

It doesn't matter if the tone is lively like a middle school student, but there are even kaomoji... This Naoto Takeuchi (53 years old) is really... an unexpectedly lively professor of medicine...

Thinking back to the words in that email, the corners of Shintaro Midorima's mouth pursed into a shallow arc, not knowing whether to laugh or complain, but he quickly pursed it sharply again, moved his thumb again, and pressed a text message.

"We must live. Ryoko, wait for me."

—Give me a few more years.You must live on until I have the ability to extend your life!

"This is... what?"

Looking at the text message, Ryoko blinked her eyes twice in surprise, and the smile on her face was subconsciously a little shy.She bit her lower lip to hold back her smile, and shrank into the quilt of the hospital bed.

"What, this kind of tone like a marriage proposal...Are you an idiot?"

"Liangzi? Why are you texting again?" The door of the ward was pushed open, and Chie Inoue walked in with an insulated lunch box. She frowned unhappy, but the moment she saw her daughter, she hurriedly made her expression gentle. Go down, and said softly, "Although it doesn't affect the disease, it's not good for the eyes to always look at the mobile phone. Now I can't go out to exercise often, and it will be bad if I damage my body again."

"Well, I see, sorry mom." Ryoko hurriedly sent "That's it for today, let's talk next time." to Midorima, and then hastily closed the phone cover.

"What a good boy." Inoue Chie sat down beside the bed with a smile, opened the lunch box, and said, "You can't put your mobile phone next to the bed when you are sleeping", while pouring fish soup into a bowl and handing it to her.

"Come on, drink it up quickly - you need to get your body back up quickly. Really, your father really doesn't care about you when you go out to socialize every day in Tokyo? Your mother is frightened by being so thin. !"

Although she scolded her husband, Inoue Chie's right hand, which was serving rice, trembled unconsciously.

——It was all my fault that it became like this...Why did you stay in Sapporo for such a trivial matter?Why not go to Tokyo to take care of her earlier?I worry about those students in the school every day, but why has my daughter grown up to such an age...but I...haven't had a good chat with her at all?

——It will become what it is today...it must be punishment, right?

——When I realize that I have to take good care of my daughter, there is not enough time...

"Mother?"

A warm little hand gently covered her slightly trembling hand.

Inoue Chie looked up blankly, and saw her daughter leaning on the soft pillow of the hospital bed, her thin body sunk in, but on her fair face, there was a satisfied and gentle smile.

"I feel very happy now..."

All this time, she has been like a blind racehorse, only knowing to rush towards the only direction left in her memory.

I thought that as long as I realized my dream of going to the world—regaining the "wings" to fly into the sky and flying out of the tall walls of the "maze" would be enough.Who knew that those walls were so tall, even if they got wings, they couldn't fly out, they would just keep bumping into the walls and getting hurt constantly.

Only now did Ryoko Inoue realize—that she knew, as an ordinary human being, what the so-called "happiness" really is.

"I have always wanted to live with my mother and father. I have breakfast together every morning, and then I say goodbye to you before going to school. Every night when I come home, I can smell the aroma of my mother's cooking, and you Saying 'welcome back' - that's what I've always wanted. So, I'm very happy and happy to be with my mum now. Thank you mum. And dad too."

The happiness Ryoko Inoue needs has always been such a family.

It's just that I always hold the idea of ​​"my parents in the previous life have worked hard enough, this time I can't trouble them", and force myself to resist that desire.Concentrate on writing and forget them.Forgetting and forgetting, actually really forgetting—forgetting the desire for that kind of happiness, and falling headlong into the fantasy of writing.

Then, until now, I didn't know——

This "labyrinth" is the world.

No one can get out unless it is God.All human beings can only survive in this maze.

Those butterflies flying in the maze sky are those dazzling stars.Writers, actors, singers, politicians... can wave their colorful wings and get the admiration and admiration of everyone on the ground of the maze. However, because of the strong wind, they will always crash into the maze when they fly in the sky He had to hold on to the painful wound and continue to dance gracefully.

But what is the real happiness in the maze?

Happiness cannot be obtained from the longing to escape from the maze all day long.

True happiness is not about flying, but about enjoying the simple beauty among the flowers and trees on the grass in the maze.Together with your family and your lover, hug for warmth and move forward snuggled up.

No one can escape from here.

That being the case, why not just enjoy it?

After all, it's such a big maze, isn't it?

There are infinitely many spaces worthy of our exploration and discovery—in this way, the maze is no longer a maze, but a colorful world.

The world is a maze.Huge enough to accommodate the maze of the entire wonderful world.

Ryoko Inoue decided to enjoy it.And, must live.

Then, after her condition was initially stabilized through unremitting treatment and recuperation, as soon as her 16th birthday passed, she, as a best-selling author Natsuko Midorima, terminated her contract with Kadokawa Bookstore, and immediately entered into an official relationship with another company. The travel magazine company signed up.

Shintaro Midorima, a good student who has been studying in seclusion for a whole semester, did not know about it until the end of the junior high school entrance examination on the posters posted at the door of bookstores in the streets and alleys——

"The astonishing turn of the dark writer Natsuko Midorima - in cooperation with "XX Travel Geography", the "Walking Scenery" column is in charge of confirming - together with the eyes of Natsuko Midorima, traveling and seeing the world at the same time"

He stared at the poster dumbfounded.After studying it for a long time——then suddenly realized it!

Midorima flipped open the phone, found Ryoko's number cracklingly and pressed the call button hard——

"Ryoko Inoue! What the hell are you doing?!!!"

☆, autobiography, stars

"Japan XX Travel Geography Magazine"

December 201X issue

The first issue of "Walking Landscape" column

columnist opening remarks

Text/Natsuko Lvjian

"Dedicate the beauty of this world to you"

"People often ask me what is my favorite book.

This is really a very embarrassing question.

There are so many books I like.Different countries, different nationalities, different historical periods and different themes, each field has countless excellent works, and their excellence is different, there is no comparison.

The most I can say is that I prefer European literature to Eastern literature.Works that started with Romanticism in the [-]th century, or a little longer, probably started with Racine in classicism and Paradise Lost in Puritan literature.

Mythology and medieval epics are also a favorite.For example, "Homer's Epic" and Nordic mythology are inexhaustible inspiration materials.

But I can't read Shakespeare's scripts at all, and the novels and movies adapted from his plays, if viewed as a story alone, are a bit outdated.So I only like Shakespeare's poems, especially the famous "Your long summer will never fade"*, which is extremely beautiful.

Of course, these are my personal views.There is no reason to say, purely subjective likes or dislikes.

I always remember the words Rilke once said: works of art come from infinite loneliness, and without criticism, it is even more difficult to see their margins.Only love can understand them, hold them, and realize their value.

There is nothing so alien to a work of literature and art as critical words, is there not?

Having said that, there should already be some critics who can't help but want to ridicule me, which is to excuse themselves.After all, even I know something about it. Over the years, the most criticized work in Japan is my book "The Well".But it never occurred to me to make an excuse.

About "The Well", I don't want to talk about anything anymore.I have withdrawn all rights to this book.No further reprints will be made, nor will any other adaptations in film, drama, comics, etc. be permitted.From now on, any version of "The Well" circulating on the market is a pirated work, I hope everyone pays attention to this point.

Please let The Well sink to the bottom, and never mention it again.

I will not make any kind of self-justification.The reason for the copyright revocation was simply that it was a terrible book, so bad that just looking at the cover made me sick.

Here today, I just want to say to everyone, I'm sorry, I was wrong.

That book was just the ramblings of a spoiled middle school girl.

It's as if everyone used to fantasize that they were the hero who saved the world or the princess who overwhelmed the country when they were in middle school. Every time I think about it, I can't wait to slap myself to death.

Although most people grow up to a certain age, they will look at the child who is as cranky as they were back then with doting eyes.

But nothing can be overdone.

This kind of youthful mistake, if done in a normal way, is pure ignorance, but if it is overdone, it is a crime.

These sins of mine can no longer be offset by a slap, a slap just wakes me up from that vain dream.

For this sin, I need to atone for it in a longer and longer penance.

It's really easy for human beings to get into extreme corners, as if writing on a piece of white paper wholeheartedly. Obviously, every word strives to be neat and perfect, but when you finish writing a long row, you will be surprised to find that when you look up , the whole line was written crookedly.

This happens often in life, doesn't it?Walking on the road of pursuing dreams, if you are not careful, you will go astray because of being too persistent, until you completely run counter to the original starting point, until you fall into a muddy swamp and cannot recover, and you don’t realize it.

That's why human beings are group animals, so we need the company of another person by our side.Not just companionship, but more importantly, to wake the other party up with a slap in time when he is confused, right?

Treat your friends who have gone astray, please don't be stingy with your kind slap.

Oops, that's a long way off.

Back to the original topic.I can't give a single "favorite" book, but I do have one work that influenced me the most.

I hate the kind of arty people who deliberately list a lot of great works, so I can tell you frankly that the book that has the most influence on me is not a literary classic or a theoretical monograph, but from the dead novelist Yoshida A light novel by Mr. Zhi, "The Blood of the Holy Demon".

This is the reason why I first chose to write, and it is also one of the reasons why I now choose to travel to Europe with the "Walking Landscape" column group.

The strange scenery described in "The Blood of the Holy Devil" - the passionate Barcelona that Abel and Noye Boer went to, Amsterdam, the painful hometown of "Sword Dancer" Xiu Ge, Katerina and May Dickie's battle of wits with Rome and the Vatican, and of course Ace