Chapter 38 Slow Like Honey

This is what summer in England looks like.One day of heat, two days of cold, stretch out a small paw, scratch it, and retract it.Scratch again, and retract again. Today I put on the trench coat and wool socks again, thinking: When will summer come?Then there was a chuckle in my heart: Could it be that it has passed?Could it be that when I searched the Internet for Zhu Gangqiang's deeds, Chen Huilin's marriage, and the Li Shufen tragedy, it would have passed by. That's not enough buddy either. When I was in China, some people said that foreigners have a strong sense of privacy, so you can’t talk about this, you can’t talk about that, so what are you talking about?weather.I thought, what is the weather to talk about?It will be over in a minute.When I came to the UK, I found that the weather here is really an inexhaustible topic.Crying for a while, singing and dancing for a while, worrying for a while, and charming for a while. Tom Waits has a song called Emotional Weather Report.Well, really ernotional.

"It's like a bride on the day before the wedding." The only good thing is that the days are very long in summer. It is light at 4 o'clock and dark at 10 o'clock. Because it is long, it is thin, and the white is pale white.But it feels good to have a long day, as if the time I have has been stretched because of it, as if it has become wider. Time moves more slowly.It was already slow, but it will be even slower during the holidays.But at first it was as slow as porridge, but now it is as slow as honey. The biggest thing that happened yesterday was a small blister on my right foot.The biggest thing that happened today was that neither foot had a single blister on the shoe.

That is, nothing happens.Go to the office through the long sidgwick avenue in the morning, and go home through the same long sidgwick avenue in the afternoon.Go to the office, go home.Go home and go to the office.Life becomes a crime scene without leaving any fingerprints. The progress is that we are no longer crying and howling for the thinness of life.I even felt that it was actually quite sweet to stay with myself, and even made myself a white-cut chicken. I bought the plant two weeks ago, put it in a white porcelain bowl, only watered it every day, and it grew obediently, and today it bloomed lightly.

Such a quiet growth seems to be just dozing there, and every flower is just a yawn.It's not like us humans, who live bluffing every day, wake up every morning, and turn whether we can live or not into a problem again.