Chapter 3 chapter 2

Tuesday June 28th sunny and hot At three o'clock in the morning, in a trance, I seemed to hear the sound of my mobile phone vibrating, so I woke up immediately. Jumped out of bed and picked up the phone, but there was no response from the phone. I stood in the dark room, listened with my ears up, then searched around like a madman, and finally found that the vibration was coming from the refrigerator. On the second day of the breakup, the refrigerator broke down. I turned on the refrigerator, and the lights in the refrigerator completely stopped working. Suddenly, the refrigerator looked like a cold black hole.

In the black hole, there is also the juice and ice cream he bought me not long ago. I took out one of the buckets, opened it, and sat on the floor against the wall, eating spoonful after spoonful. The city outside the window is extremely quiet, and the residential buildings opposite are also lit up in dots of rooms. I numbly thought, what are they doing at the moment? No matter what you do, it will never hurt me.Even if it is a quarrel, it is a kind of happy communication. After eating for a long time, I don't even know what the ice cream in my hand tastes like. After eating for a long time, I realized that there were tears streaming down my cheeks.

In the morning, I showed up in the office with swollen eyes and tiredness. When I sat down in the seat, I felt that a dark cloud was accurately positioned above me.Wang Xiaojian drank tea calmly, turned sideways, glanced up and down at me with very different eyes, and then turned back calmly. I scolded in my heart, damn, drinking ice water in cold weather, dripping in my heart.Now you see how satisfied and optimistic you are when you watch the excitement, and how miserable you will cry when you are unlucky. In one day, I checked my phone 140 times, constantly updated my mailbox, and checked whether his profile picture on MSN was on.

On the way home from get off work, I always have uncontrollable suspicions: I am a huge moving knockoff, in the eyes of passers-by, I am full of loopholes, and there is no part of my body that is not disgusting. As I was walking, I couldn't help but wanted to burst into tears again, so I squatted on the sidewalk and admitted to the whole world that I was created by the Creator to remind the world of that joke. Just before this shame-ridden anxiety was about to overwhelm me, I walked up to a musical instrument store, so I went in, bought a cello, and walked out in fifteen minutes. As I dragged my cello case down the street, I received more stares, but now I felt much more secure.

I want a home where I can live, where I can regain my confidence, and where I can be safe from other people's jokes, but now it seems that it is too difficult to achieve. And the day when I live in the coffin carefree is too far away from me. This may be the reason why, walking on the road with the cello case in my hand, I feel very secure in my heart.