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Zuo Shiyun didn't wait for Tang Ming to wake up, and left early.

After Tang Ming woke up, she looked at the empty room and lowered her eyes. She still felt the familiar feeling of loneliness everywhere.

"Don't say hello when you leave!" Tang Ming sighed softly, scratching her sleepy head.

She exited the guest bedroom that had been tidied up by her aunt, stood at the door and snorted again, mumbling to herself as if to comfort herself: "It's good to have self-knowledge, so as not to be annoying!"

"Mingming, the little girl left you a note." Auntie's voice came from the balcony, "I put it on the coffee table."

"Understood." Tang Ming responded, and walked into the living room with doubts.

There was a light yellow post-it note on the coffee table. Tang Ming squatted down and looked over it. It said: I will teach you on October [-]th. Take a good rest these few days.

There is no signature under the notice, but there is a sense of veteran cadres. It is easy to tell that it is something that can be done by the school committee who is serious about everything in the school, obeys the teacher's arrangement, and follows the steps.

"What class? I didn't agree!" Tang Ming muttered.

She tore off the note from the glass coffee table, threw it into the trash can without mercy, and went to have breakfast without looking back.

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When Zuo Shiyun returned home, Xu Yinchen had already gone to work, but she still couldn't relax completely.

On her desk was a note left by Xu Yinchen, which said: You are allowed to stay out at night and not disturb your personal activities, but you have to write to me today, as well as last time, to me together.

Even if the disturbing mother is not at home, Zuo Shiyun still cannot escape the life of being urged to diary and "report".

She held the paper in her hands and crumpled it into a ball, shook it vigorously, and threw it into the trash can beside the table.

The annoying things are delayed first, she has to take a shower first, to wash off the "bar smell" brought back from her body, and she has an appointment with Guan Miaomiao in the afternoon, so that her friend who doesn't know anything can find out.

Half an hour later, Zuo Shiyun returned to the bedroom.

The wet hair was still dripping, she casually tied a shower cap, changed into comfortable clothes, and sat at the table.

In the warm water, she thought about how to record the whole month. Deep in her heart, she didn't want to record everything to her mother who only used it for research. Purpose, she wanted to write it down.

She revised her recording method again, keeping Xu Yinchen's arrangements out of the way, and started writing slowly.

The record this time is very long, or it may be because I owe a lot of the past that needs to be recorded. Zuo Shiyun wrote very slowly, thinking and recalling some inner feelings that I didn't notice in a quiet environment.

She also more or less wrote down her feelings of wanting to escape her mother's control, her impulses, her choices, and her desires/desires.

Zuo Shiyun wrote until noon, when her wet hair was almost dried up in the shower cap, she stopped writing.

She closed the book and put it in her schoolbag.

This is not the record book that she should hand in, but the homework book that she carries with her and even the teacher will correct.

Only in this way can she hide those words, in the most threatening place, hide her little world and little secret that only belongs to her.

As for the things to be handed over to Xu Yinchen, if she can delay it for a day, that is her current attitude towards this matter. If there is no process of being asked and constantly urged, she will be even more guessed.

Zuo Shiyun hid the notebook for his records, and then he didn't rush to dry his hair which had become a little damp from dripping water.

Afterwards, she called Guan Miaomiao and made an appointment to go out.

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Tang Ming and Zuo Shiyun's life arrangements are different. After breakfast, they disappeared at home, squatted in a dark Internet cafe in a small corner, and went to play games with the group of brothers who just woke up last night.

On the way, the little brother jokingly asked: "Tang Ming, you came to have a fight with us so early in the morning, where is sister-in-law?"

"Tang Ming Tang Ming! How was last night? Exciting?"

"Shut up!" Tang Ming roared angrily.

She glared side by side at the person who was speaking, making several big boys shut up immediately.

They don't know if the thorn is irritating or not, but looking at Tang Ming's angry posture, it is estimated that the two of them "played" unhappy after going back last night.

But the root cause of Tang Ming's upset was not these colorful inquiries, but the note left by Zuo Shiyun, what they said between them last night, and the decision she made.

Of course she didn't want to remember, but someone kept reminding her and forcing her to face her decision and what was about to happen.

That's why she is annoying, annoyed that those impulsive decisions will continue to be remembered, and a few days later she will have to face the relationship and atmosphere that will be embarrassing for what she said.

She couldn't find a way and an answer, and time never waited for anyone.

In a blink of an eye, three days passed, and the countdown to the [-]th National Holiday began. Zuo Shiyun also followed the plan and knocked on the door of Tang Ming's house.

"Hello, auntie." Zuo Shiyun politely greeted the auntie who opened the door.

Today, she was wearing the pink sweater she bought when she was shopping with Tang Ming, with low ponytails on her shoulders, and a black hat with cat ears on her head.

"Hello." The aunt welcomed Zuo Shiyun into the room, "Mingming hasn't woken up yet, so you can wait for her in the living room."

"Auntie, can I go and wake her up? I made an appointment with her to study together, and it's almost too late in the morning." Zuo Shiyun took off her schoolbag and held it in her hands.

She remembered that her aunt had read it when she left the note, and she believed that her aunt would not stop her.

"Then be careful, the child won't sleep well and will get angry." The auntie carried Zuo Shiyun to the door of Tang Ming's bedroom, and continued: "She came back last night in the middle of the night, so she didn't sleep much. Hour..."

"I will be careful." Zuo Shiyun put the schoolbag by the door, pressed the door lock lightly, and flashed into the bedroom lightly.

On the bed, Tang Ming slept soundly, unaware that the danger was approaching.

Zuo Shiyun approached the bed lightly, and stood there quietly, looking at the sleeping person on the bed.

There was a moment of panic in her head, and she remembered that Tang Ming liked to sleep naked, so her eyes followed the trance of her brain, and looked around on the raised curve of the quilt.

When her eyes fell on Tang Ming's face again, she realized what she was doing just now.

Zuo Shiyun pursed her lips in embarrassment, a little embarrassed, but also a little wanting to laugh, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help curling up.

"Tang Ming..." she called softly.

The person on the bed didn't respond at all.

"Tang Ming." Zuo Shiyun raised his voice and called again.

The person on the bed still didn't respond in the slightest.

"Tang Ming! Wake up!" Zuo Shiyun shouted again with a brighter voice.

Only then did the person on the bed move a little bit, but...it didn't get up.

Tang Ming seemed to have been disturbed, and frowned dissatisfiedly. She lay flat on her side, rolled herself into a ball, pulled the quilt again, and covered her head.

Zuo Shiyun was amused by Tang Ming's small movements in her sleep, she sat down beside the bed, and gently pulled the quilt covering Tang Ming's head.

Her strength was not hindered, and Tang Ming's head was easily exposed.

Zuo Shiyun looked at Tang Ming's sleeping face and pondered for a moment, then leaned over and put his lips next to Tang Ming's ear, and said softly, "Tang Ming, Zuo Shiyun is here."

"Well—" Zuo Shiyun covered his forehead in pain.

"Hiss—" Tang Ming also squinted her eyes and pressed her forehead.

"Have you dreamed about ghosts?" Zuo Shiyun distanced himself and gently rubbed his injured head.

Tang Ming's reaction was too intense. Could it be that the matter of "she is here", in Tang Ming's heart, could be awakened from a dream?

Tang Ming narrowed her eyes and looked at the woman in front of her who seemed to be separated from her by a mirror. After confirming again and again that she was not in a dream, she cursed fiercely: "Get lost!"

She lay back under the quilt again, carefully pressing the three sides of the quilt under her body, lest Zuo Shiyun do anything strange.

Tang Ming turned his back to Zuo Shiyun, closed his eyes and waited for the sleepiness to sweep over again.

"It's getting late, it's time for you to get up and read a book." Zuo Shiyun reminded in a gentle voice without any unnecessary movements.

Tang Ming didn't plan to talk to her, she just wanted to be corrupted by those sleepy bugs, and she just wanted to go back to her dream and play chess with Duke Zhou.

Learning how to play chess is not as fun!

"Tang Ming, you have to abide by the agreement." Zuo Shiyun continued earnestly.

Tang Ming closed her eyes and retorted in her heart: I never promised!

Zuo Shiyun looked at Tang Ming motionless, not going to pay attention to her appearance, not in a hurry.

She calmly "discussed" with Tang Ming:

"If you don't get up again, then I will do it."

"I have a hundred ways to get a naked/sleeping kitten like you to get up in no time."

"Would you like to try it?"

Tang Ming: "..."

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