Chapter 156 Satan spreads the manuscript paper for me (2)

How to relieve worries, only girls. At this time, the language and laughter are satisfactory, and the singing and dancing are touching. Huihui called me mysteriously and told me that she accused Wang Zhao of recruiting a girl, saying that she had not forgotten to send a text message to the girl on the bus this afternoon.I laughed and said yes? He was texting me.When my mother came home by car, she saw traces of a car crash on the road and a pile of broken glass on the ground.She asked the driver, what kind of car can have so many glass? How big is it? The driver replied, the car that transports glass.

Occasionally, when watching TV, I see the host say that a writer surnamed Jia recently published a book saying that he was a ghost in his previous life, but I think he is still a ghost now.A man's legend is a family's suffering.Sissy injured her leg while practicing Taekwondo. I had just finished surgery, and she and her mother came to my house to see me.Her mother taught Qianqian earnestly, so that she would not be pulled down by other students in her studies, and she had to work hard to catch up.Sissy said pitifully, I can't run. On October 19th, I went home from the hospital to watch "Art Life". The guest said that his long hair showed an attitude towards life.My mother looked at my bald head and asked, to what extent do you want to keep it? I said, it has a long history.Mom asked again, what is your attitude towards life? I thought about it and said, provocative.Seeing the pimples on my face and the pimples from taking hormones, I lamented that my face was like a cement construction site.

Tian'er came to see me during my operation and said that they were about to have their final exams. I smiled and explained that the finals were just looking forward to the end.My life is wonderful, and my writing is wonderful.Early writers such as Ba Jin and Lao She were shaped by historical achievements, while fate shaped me. Hugging with boys is hard, while girls are like a handful of water in my hand. Xiaochao called and asked me how my platelets were doing? I said it was time to increase.She is very happy.I said again, because I couldn't drop any more. On December 14th, brother Xinlong called to greet me. I talked with him brilliantly, eloquently and wittily, and talking about the recent situation was even more wonderful. Whoever called me really enjoyed it.I asked my mother to help me remember while I was on the phone, but it was difficult to write all of them, so I just picked one or two, just to make me laugh:

Speaking of Beiyuan Middle School, I laughed and said that I should write articles or poems. The beginning of the article was: Beiyuan, the grave of my soul.Once out of the grave, I breathed the air of freedom to my heart's content.I asked Xinlong if he had read my portfolio, and he said he had only seen the 12-year-old ones. I sighed, your memory of me only stayed at 12 years old, and I was young and ignorant at that time.Speaking of my classmates, I said that our class loves to sing and dance, but our strength is acting in sketches, so we always lose in competitions.The Beiyuan Playground is the most suitable for the 10-second race. Once you run, you will be there in the blink of an eye.Speaking of the girls in No. 4 Middle School, I said that my feelings are like that of Sixi Maruko in the movie to Su Wenwan, and my view of life in the past fourteen years is like a Japanese house during a major earthquake.Talking about the process of my acquaintance with girls from No. 4 Middle School, I said that the daughter of my mother’s friend’s sister led the “Heart to Heart Art Troupe” to my house to “show love”. When I saw them, I said, I have seen this sister before. .They said, why does it look so familiar? I also said that the Fourth Middle School is a fusion of Chinese and Western educational concepts, a combination of "hard" tests and soft tests.People, when you have no experience, you can use some things that don't require experience, like imagination, and what I use now is imagination.When you grow up and have experience and experience, write some articles with mature writing and mellow thinking.I told the girl that my house had already decorated a Christmas tree and sent her a photo of me and the Christmas tree.She looked at it and said nothing.I lied to her that I had two Christmas trees, which one was more beautiful, but I had to wait for her to come to the house to admire it.She came to my house and asked where the Christmas tree was? I said you are the Christmas tree!

The difference between a writer and others is only the difference between daring to write and not daring to write, thick-skinned and thin-skinned.As long as you can endure rejections persistently, you will go from "everyman to author".My mother's friend said that they wanted to get together recently and asked if we could go. My mother was determined and said, yes! I said, don't ask me, ask the platelet. A story similar to "It Happened One Night", a boy and a girl were sent on behalf of the school to write speeches to welcome foreign guests, but they were deadly rivals.Some very American-style jokes: M: ——I hated you since I started school.

Female: ——No wonder I feel disgusted as soon as I step into the gate of this school. ——You are nothing but the tailbone of our men. ——It's ribs! (hit his ribs)