Chapter 32 own room

own room Now, I wish I had a room of my own. Walking into my room and closing the door, I took off the cheongsam and put on a set of pajamas.The pajama pants are made of corduroy, which is roomy, warm, soft, and all of them.So I threw off my high heels again, stripped off my stockings, and let my bare feet drag on a pair of red patterned leather slippers, which were smooth and comfortable. When the body is comfortable, the mind is also comfortable.It's better to be comfortable and happy, so I closed the window, lowered the curtains, and quietly.The light in the room seemed a bit dark, but my heart was bright, free and unrestrained.

My room may be very small: apart from a bed, a table, and a chair, there is no room for anything.But that's okay, I can sit on a chair and read a book, write articles on a desk, and lie on the bed and think about it. My room may be very dirty, with spots on the walls, black spots, insect blood, and water from holes in the corners, etc., everywhere.But that's nothing, my eyes are full of hallucinations, I can see this pile of spots as ancient Greek art, and at the same time I can see another pile of spots as a sky full of stars on a summer night. The surroundings of my room may not be very quiet: the radio is turned on upstairs, Beijing opera is sung, and someone hums along; the children cry downstairs, and the woman scolds; and in the alley outside, there are hawking, calling, and arguing. , The sound of leather shoes, the sound of iron wheels passing by, all kinds of noises that cannot be blocked by glass or curtains, are constantly transmitted to my eardrums.But that's nothing, I just regard them as a group of frogs in the field, and the mosquitoes outside the tent are buzzing.Sometimes when I was happy, I listened with a little curiosity, listening to the accents they hummed and the sentences they wrote.What to sell, who to call, what is the quarrel about, whether the sound of leather shoes is too heavy, whether the iron wheel cart has crushed the cement on the ground, etc., etc., all can provide information for my imagination.

Let me be alone in my room to listen, watch, and fantasize!People all over the world don't pay attention to my existence, so I can work, play and rest freely. However, if this continues, won't I feel lonely? certainly-- When I am lonely, I hope to have a kitten with me.It is lazy and sleepy, does not catch mice, does not scratch my old books, all day and night, it just curls up at my feet, snoring. So my bare feet got out of the red-patterned leather slippers, and I put them on its back, warm.Tired of reading the book, he picked it up and put it on his lap.It opened its eyelids a little.The eyeballs are green, and the pupils are like lines. Slowly, it breaks into the eyelids again and falls asleep.

To it I murmured my grief; Its answer is: Guhaguka. To it I tell my loneliness; Its answer is: Guhagulu. I sigh softly over it; Googooo. I shed tears over it. Tears fell on its eyelids, it opened its eyes quickly, the eyeballs were green, and the pupils were like lines, slowly, it closed its eyelids again and fell asleep soundly. My heart was at a loss, and I felt nothing. I put my hand on its face and fell asleep. So I was dreaming, dreaming that I was flying like a bird, in a world of truth, goodness and beauty. Own room! But I don't have my own room.I live in a relative's house, and my relative's daughter sits with her during the day and sleeps with her at night.

She was a chatty girl, and talked to me about movie stars all day long. "XXX is very fit, right?" "Well." I thought of my grief and indignation in my heart. "The protruding voice is not bad!" ""meet. "My mind is thinking of my own loneliness. "Tell me, are you happy XXX? Or bumpy?" "..." I couldn't speak, wanted to sigh, but didn't dare to, so I had to close my eyelids and pretend to be asleep. "Oh, you're fast asleep!" Then she turned off the lights helplessly, and fell asleep. I looked at the darkness alone, tears streaming down my face.

At this time, I no longer want to pretend to be asleep, I just want to sit in a chair and read a book, and write articles on the table. However, this is not my room!Restricted, not free. It was a long night, and I lay upright on the bed, not daring to move, my head was heavy, my cheeks had a fever, and I felt very irritable. Could it be that you are sick?What should I do if I am sick at a relative's home?sleep!sleep!sleep!I just want to dream of freedom for a while, but what I dream is that I am like a bird with a wounded wing, locked in a cage, moaning and moaning in pain.