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messy summer solstice

When she woke up, An Xiaomu was already lying on the bed in a big shape, her head was all outside the window, and the sheets were also messy and messy, which made An Xiaomu feel like she opened it in the wrong way.

The pencils, erasers, paintbrushes, and sketchbooks on the floor are piled up like a big painter's room.The poem that has remained unchanged for 1 years is also written on the wall.The fluorescent lamp was still on, and An Xiaomu was afraid that it would be dark. For her, the fluorescent lamp was as important as those charms.

This is An Xiaomu's life.

There is also a pile of clothes on the bed, all new and reluctant to wear them out, but they will be piled up like waste products during the day.

It's not that An Xiaomu doesn't like to be clean, she just doesn't want to be like those good girls, she doesn't want to be a quiet kid.She wants to turn many behaviors that are considered a waste of time by adults into her glory, such as pasting the ceiling of the room with the paper stars she folded, drawing down the characters she likes, and freezing them on those sheets on A4 paper.Make the world she longs for black and white, and so on.

It was still raining, and the water on the road might have risen again. An Xiaomu got up and filled the foot basin with water. As usual, she went back to the room and stared at the photo of the boy in a daze. What she saw was black and white. Same, she actually hates such a situation.An Xiaomu put down the photo, and she started to draw again, drawing and drawing, all the mess seemed to disappear.

An Xiaomu really wanted to disappear suddenly. She looked at the rain outside. The rain seemed to be controlled by something, getting smaller and smaller, as if she knew what An Xiaomu was thinking. Gradually, it stopped, became quiet, and disappeared. .

An Xiaomu's roof was still dripping with rain, just like her heart.Can't calm down, beating violently.The imminent thought was also in An Xiaomu's mind.

Get out of here, this nasty place where there is no freedom.An Xiaomu walked into the kitchen, the rice in the pot was still intact, and the note on the seat became soft and damp due to the weather, it was terrible.

"Crack!" The sound of an object falling to the ground made An Xiaomu panic.She walked slowly into the source of the sound, and took a look—a large piece of the ceiling fell off, and another point was also crumbling.This place was about to become a dilapidated building. The rain had corroded the limestone on the wall, and pieces fell off irregularly. The floor was muddy, and the concrete in the ceiling was mixed with water into mud.

An Xiaomu couldn't stand it anymore. She found a broom, dustpan and mop to clean up the lumpy objects. The sun came out soon, and An Xiaomu was sweating profusely. What about An Xiaomu? Still caring about the image, he immediately dragged and dragged the stagnant water on the ground.

The rainwater has an unpleasant fishy smell, and it may have been left for too long.

An Xiaomu was particularly obsessed with cleanliness today, and cleaned all the places that she didn't usually care about.

She was thinking while washing the mop, are parents too busy?No way, she thought again and again, what did her father say the day before yesterday that a friend asked An Xiaomu to sing and took An Xiaomu to the KTV? Why haven't you come back today?

The more she thought about An Xiaomu, the more she couldn't figure it out. She simply forgot about it and started cleaning the room again.