I was on the clouds

Ye Xi was woken up by knocking on the door.

She pulled out of the dream, opened her confused eyes, and answered vaguely.

Ye Desheng's voice came from outside the door: "The key to the garage has been changed, and the new key is placed on the coffee table in the living room for you."

She thought in a daze: Can't we talk about this on WeChat?

"Well, I see." Ye Xi turned over and tried to drive that dream away from her heart. Fortunately, the dream was interrupted this time, otherwise she would encounter some strange things again.

The footsteps outside the door gradually faded away, Ye Xi hugged the quilt, sat up slowly, and slowly took out a bag of quick-frozen steamed dumplings from the refrigerator and put them in the microwave.

It took 5 minutes to finish the breakfast, and after throwing the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher, she climbed the stairs weakly while holding on to the railing.

She opened the medicine collection box, looked at the few small pills in the grid and hesitated for a while - if you don't take medicine today...

As soon as this thought arises, it is infinitely magnified. It hits back and forth in the brain, sending out countless echoes—don’t take medicine, don’t take medicine, don’t take medicine...

Ye Xi slapped himself hard.

The force was a bit strong, and after the slap was over, my ears were buzzing, and my face felt a burning pain.

But the thought in his mind was finally dispelled.

The opportunity never came again, she picked up the grid and poured the pills into her mouth.

There were too many pills, one of which got stuck in her throat, and she couldn't swallow it no matter how hard she tried, the bitter taste pervaded the air. She picked up the thermos cup and drank a few sips of water, finally flushing away the weird bitter taste.

Ye Xi shook her head and turned on the sleep monitoring app. She slept for 9 hours today, and the record showed that her deep sleep time was 2 hours and 15 minutes.

The good news is that sleep time accounts for a bit too much, and she lazily expressed her dispensable disdain for her unmotivated sleep time.

So what to do today?

What to do, don't want to do anything, just be in a daze like this, and be in a daze forever.

This kind of self made Ye Xi feel strange and terrible, she had to applaud the power of the medicine, it completely made her a different person.

A person who doesn't want to make progress, is extremely tired, does everything slowly and lacks planning, and can't do anything well except yawn and daze every day.

Such a person is no different from trash in her eyes.

It's really a turn of events, and now she has become one of these garbage.

Is it possible to live like this?

Dragging the body of the walking dead and falling in the numbness day after day?

Ye Xi looked at the paper knife, it stood quietly in the pen holder, the silver metal appearance gleamed coldly, this is a paper knife that is very sharp from the outside, it comes from Switzerland A niche brand with high quality control, the silver-white metal casing is still brand new after many years, and the sharp blade is the same.

Find the position of the femoral artery and cut down, and she will be free soon.

But now her hands are limp and she can't use any strength. It is a bit difficult to hold a chopstick, let alone cut the femoral artery.

Injecting air into a blood vessel is also a good way, but she doesn't have a needle, and it requires technical content. Do I need to watch a video of a medical student how to perform an intravenous injection correctly before committing suicide?

Jumping from a building is not good either. Her house has only two floors, and there is still a thick lawn downstairs. If you jump from the window, you will roll in the lawn at most. Whether you can break the skin is a problem.

This doesn't work either, that doesn't work either.

She rubbed her forehead with a headache and didn't know what to do for a while.

While distressed, the WeChat notification sounded, she unlocked it, and saw six photos sent to her by her cousin Ye Zhou, all of which were high-level math questions.

Another line of message was sent at the bottom: the red circle will not /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~Please raise your hand, the god of mathematics, I am very gratefulヽ(￣▽￣)

She took a closer look and found that the photos were linear algebra questions, many of which were drawn in red frames, and the difficulty was very low, and some of them could get the answer just by looking at them.

Is this guy mentally handicapped?And it's really shameless to rely on facial expressions to show cuteness at a young age, and it's also fascinating to worry about his linear algebra before death.

Ye Xi took out the A[-] paper and wrote the steps to solve the problem on it. After finishing writing, he felt that this guy who couldn't even remember the formulas of trigonometric functions must have a half-knowledge. After thinking about it, he marked some formulas and theorems aside with a red pen.

There are a total of 180 exercises, and this guy can't do 150 of them. It took her almost two and a half hours to calculate and write.

When she sent the photo to Ye Zhou, she became a little more sober, and the gloomy mood in her heart dissipated silently, leaving only a kind of tiredness that arose from nowhere.

She sighed wearily, leaning on the seat alone in a daze.

"The sense of emptiness after taking medicine will cause a lot of pressure to people, and they often doubt their own existence. Therefore, it is best for a depressed patient not to be alone at home while taking medicine, otherwise irreparable things will happen."

She remembered what the doctor told her, grabbed her hair and took a few deep breaths.

The day before yesterday, Ye Sheng said that her parents went to the fields to take care of the crops every day, and she was a little scared to be alone at home in the wild mountains and mountains. She asked her if she could go to accompany her if she was free during the summer vacation.

Ye Xi made a decisive decision, immediately sent Ye Sheng a WeChat message, packed his luggage and booked a flight ticket.

Ye Sheng was overjoyed, and sent her a bunch of emoji packs of demons dancing wildly. She looked at the colors on the screen that were about to blind people's eyes, and showed her first smile from the bottom of her heart in the past few days.

After getting off the plane, she took a bus for six hours before arriving at the door of Ye Sheng's house. It was dark at that time. When she got off the bus, Ye Sheng was waiting for her at the door. She smelled it before she walked in. A strong smell of toilet water and essential oil.

Ye Xi sneezed, and Ye Sheng jumped up and down to carry his luggage.

"Sister Xi is finally here. My parents knew you were coming today, and when they went to the field in the morning, they made dumplings and frozen them in the refrigerator."

After looking at Ye Xi twice, Ye Sheng yelled and said: "My God, sister Xi, why have you lost so much weight, I will never laugh at your face as a fat goose egg anymore."

Ye Xi: "...".

Ye Sheng’s family used to run a paper mill, so the location of the house is very remote. Except for the crops in the field, there are tall and lush poplars and willows on all sides. Only 100 meters ahead is a family named Zhao. The yards of these two families Next to each other, usually a lot of traffic.

After the paper mill was abandoned, the huge place was rebuilt into several houses, which were usually kept for storage or for guests to live in. Ye Sheng’s family had a lot of people. In addition to Ye Sheng, Ye Zhou, Uncle and Third Aunt, her grandparents would also visit from time to time. Some people came to live here for a year and a half, and those houses were basically empty.

"Cousin, please live with me. The bed in my room is big enough for the two of us to sleep." Ye Sheng helped her drag her luggage into the red brick house. The green varnish and the beige tiles on the floor are all scratched one after another.

Ye Sheng's room is very fresh, with light pink dandelion wallpaper on the wall, oak striped cushions on the floor, the bed in the room is bigger than her bed, hello Kitty is printed on the pink bed sheet, and there are There was a pale pink boxy tulle mosquito net over the bed.

There is a big desk in front of the window, and there are two rows of wooden bookshelves on the right wall. The first bookshelf is full of "Spring Shirt" and "Lonely Empty Court Spring Desire Evening" Books such as "Mrs. Huzhu", "Eastern Palace", "Lenggong Princess", "Feng Xiang Nine Heavens", "Disaster for the Nation", "Summer of Bubbles" and so on, at first glance, red, green and green are placed together, and the richness of colors can't help but make people shiver.

On the second bookshelf are "Ruyi Egg", "Peach Blossom Debt", "Zhang Gongan", "Another Spring", etc. There are also a pile of messy books that I don't know the so-called. Rong" "You in the future will thank you for your hard work now" "Harvard 04:30 in the morning" "How I got into Tsinghua University" "Tsinghua University is not a dream" "Are you alright" "You are the best self" When you look at the title of the book, you will know that it is an inspirational chicken soup article.

Pointing to the stack of books, she asked, "Why did you pile them up in the corner?".

Ye Sheng said: "Those books are all ready to be thrown away."

Ye Xi knelt down and took out the books "How I Got into Tsinghua University" and "Tsinghua University is Not a Dream" after a few glances, and then closed the books.

Ye Sheng jokingly asked: "How does my cousin think the writing is?".

Ye Xi smiled and shook his head and said: "The writing still makes sense, if you have nothing to do, take a look."

Ye Sheng sighed: "I thought this book was useless. I read it many times, and I did what it said in the book. I worked hard to pass the second exam. At that time, I knew that I can't pass the exam if I work hard. Those who go to Tsinghua University and Peking University don’t have enough resources to go to those prestigious schools. People who get admitted to Qingbei University have piled up money, or they have really good brains, or they have both.”

Ye Xi thought about it for a while, and what Ye Sheng said made sense, she was a person with mediocre qualifications, and her English was all accumulated by her father Ye Desheng with money.

Ye Sheng said that he was addicted: "For example, when I asked you why you learned the theory, you said that you read the textbook once and thought that you would be able to do it after just two glances, but I couldn't. I couldn’t open my eyes, and at that time I felt that the gap between people was really too big.”

Ye Xi said with a little embarrassment: "Don't praise me so much. At that time, many of my classmates had learned all the high school courses when they were in junior high school. When we were in the first year of high school, we did the previous college entrance examination papers. Many of them scored You can go to a good 985 university."

Ye Sheng asked with great interest: "Then what about you, Sister Xi?"

"It wasn't too high the first time, but it got higher after a few times."

Ye Sheng pretended to be in a coma and said bitterly, "Cousin, you never told me about this."

Ye Xi patted her head and said: "There is nothing to say. At that time, there were several students in the class whose scores were close to the score line for the Qingbei re-entry. Compared with the boys who transferred to MIT after one year of study, I am very good.”

Ye Shengsheng covered his face helplessly.

The family surnamed Zhao came and someone stood outside the door and called Ye Sheng to get cauliflower, Ye Sheng responded and ran out.

Ye Xi walked out of the house, and the door of the third uncle and aunt's room was open. She stood by the door and saw the old photos sandwiched in the glass layer of the old-fashioned wardrobe at a glance. They were arranged like a pile of faded color blocks Together, with the long-lasting breath of the old days.

Ye Xi turned his head away immediately, as if he saw some scourge.

That's why she doesn't like coming here. This old country house carries too many heavy and depressive memories with her.

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Thank you Whispering Mur~ The little angel and the little friend’s mines, and the first Lily article, no matter how bleak it is, it will be kept every day and will not be cheated~

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