Chapter 8 Section 7

hot sunday july 3rd I was woken up by the sound of an engine. When I opened my eyes, it was already past midnight. I was lying on my bed, and Wang Xiaojian was playing with my PS2 with full attention while holding the controller. "What are you doing?" I sat up and asked Wang Xiaojian. "Awake? Then I'm leaving." Wang Xiaojian made a look of relief. "You sent me back?" "...Yes, I've been watching the fun, and then I came together." Wang Xiaojian watched the TV intently, and replied me in the same tone as usual. But there was a wave of gratitude in my heart. No wonder the villains in movies are the easiest to shine, because they have been negative for a long time, and occasionally they are positive, which really has a moving effect.

Wang Xiaojian put down the handle, "Let's go, you have a good rest, there is porridge on the table, drink it yourself." I felt warm and awkward at the same time.Before Wang Xiaojian turned to leave, I said, "Thank you, Wang Xiao, ah no, Wang, Wang..." After working with Wang Xiaojian for so long, I actually forgot what his real name is. Wang Xiaojian put his hands in his pockets, his face was expressionless, but he looked at me with deep meaning, "Besides you don't know my real name, you don't know where I am, what kind of business I am in charge of in the company, whether you are married or not, you don't know I know, because you haven't cared about it, so don't be embarrassed."

He was right, I never cared about this person who just sat within ten meters of me and got along with him day and night. I suddenly felt that I deserved the bad situation I am in now, and it was the consequence of period after period of indifference in my network of interpersonal relationships full of loopholes. Wang Xiaojian opened the door, leaving behind a figure silently condemning me. "But I know your sexual orientation!" I almost blurted out, but reason finally stopped me. After finishing the porridge, I found that Wang Xiaojian thoughtfully peeled a carrot for me.Such a cheap and considerate way, only he can do it.

I walked to the bed, fell down, and said to myself, tonight I will treat myself as a dead machine, don’t remember anything, don’t imagine anything, just sleep well. It was only when I lay down on the bed that I realized how difficult it is to realize the wish of "sleep well".Every day not long ago, as soon as ten o'clock in the evening, I took on the appearance of a drug-addicted woman, yawning, weakness in limbs, and nonsense. It was too late to feel comprehension, and I quickly fell asleep, but now, like a loach, I rolled around along the side of the bed, looking for the best posture, but the results were all in vain.

I started counting sheep, and after counting to three digits, the scene in my mind began to become terrifying. Hundreds of sheep crowded around in a small space, looking down, it was just a huge wriggling ball of hair . I got goosebumps all over my body, and then I got up from the bed to try the second trick of the legendary cure for insomnia, drinking milk. There was an opened carton of milk in the refrigerator, and I drank half of it in one gulp, then went back to bed, dying, waiting for sleep to call. But the drowsiness did not come, but there was a reaction in the stomach, intermittently, suddenly distant and near, sometimes heavy and sometimes light twitched.

I scolded, you can be more unlucky, Huang Xiaoxian, and then scrambled and ran to the bathroom. When I came out, I weakly opened the refrigerator and looked at the shelf life of the box of milk. It has been expired for two months, but it is still in my refrigerator. It is really a blessing that it has cultivated in a previous life as a carton of milk to meet such a loving consumer as me. So, amidst the intermittent roar of the toilet all night, I finally managed to exhaust the last bit of strength, and my whole body was limp like a piece of plastic jelly. Wrapped in a blanket, I fell asleep on the sofa. Didn't dream anything.