Here comes

I have always been a very cautious and sensitive person.

Even in the youth who should be passionate and passionate, Zhutou has always been a deep-tempered style. He lives cautiously in the corner of his eyes of the people around him, immersed in a state of pleasure, and is sad and happy. What is sad and what is happy is difficult for even the closest family to know.

It was just a very accidental. If the pighead was erect and complained about all kinds of things one by one, the pighead would definitely be drunk. If it weren't for not being drunk that time, it would be too nervous. Such a personality is already a stubborn disease that is difficult to move. Sometimes when I was "happy with myself", even while I was "happy with myself", I had an inexplicable sense of absurdity in my heart, and I felt that all this was not too real.

It's very floating and confused, and it's thirty.

Thirty, a scary age.

Recently, one night, I suddenly woke up in a dream. I was lying on the bed and my body was cold. My calves were cramped and my pig's head almost fainted.

A very empty, helpless feeling breeds in my heart.

The fluorescent lights in the room emitted cold blue light without any emotion. The speakers were very gentle music, and through the curtains, it was the light from the night light used by the kindergarten behind the house to prevent theft. Some shadows cast from some unknown places were swaying on the not-thick curtains. Just looking at the shadow, the pig's head was dazed from three in the morning to seven in the morning.

I got up, drank a bowl of porridge, then ran to the group and got out of the crowd without any worries.

Thirty, I want to clean up some things in my head, whether it is delicate or whining without any reason, in short, throw away some things, remember some things, and then force myself to admit some things, that's it.

Well, well, the pig head started to make a fool of itself. The comrades prepared the paper bags for vomiting and ointment for goose bumps, and came in.

When he was born, there was no saying that the ground was covered with red light. It was just that an old dog in his family who had been raised for several years suddenly jumped on the roof and roared on the eaves for three days and three nights. Well, he was originally docile and bit people when he saw people. He suddenly became obedient. Pig Head has always doubted this statement. Does he know that Pig Head will live with alcohol in the next few years, so he was fainted by the alcohol?

Well, I must admit that when I was born, I had some phenomenon of rebirth. The most intuitive thing is that my fetal hair was about inch thick, and it was covered with black all over my body. According to the sister of Pig Head, she had just returned home for lunch after school, and suddenly she knew that she had a younger brother, so she rushed to hold me, but almost threw me to the ground - there were too many hairs and she was scared.

There is nothing to say about one year old.

What I can vaguely remember is the old dog and the grandmother who lives in her hometown’s ancestral house.

Well, Pig Head was raised by the old dog at home for a while. In that year, all the children born in the countryside were probably like this.

Two, three and four years old, I sent it to my mother's home and asked my grandmother to take me with me. During this period, although I was ignorant, I remembered many things very clearly and it was very fun.

The deepest thing in my memory is that when I was not sure how old I saw a few girls from my neighbor's house, a girl several years older than a pig's head, and caught a few spiders about the size of a pig's head there, and slowly pulled out the spider's silk to play. It was very small at that time, but this strange memory was really deep. Now that I think about it, I can only say that the Miao District in western Xiang is really strong in the folk customs.

It's very unscrupulous. Pig Head still remembers the big fire. Well, um, it was really about three years old. I don't know which neighbor's house caught fire. Grandma stood there with Pig Head on her back and watched the fire. The huge house burned in an instant. I vaguely remember that Pig Head was very excited at that time and was having a 'giggle'.

It is not easy to remember these with such a small pig head, well, yes, keep talking later.

During the kindergarten period, there was nothing to say. I took me back to the city, but spent a whole year turning around my dialect. Hehe, it must be a fun thing to remember.

The memory of kindergarten is that teachers keep punishing them. They are punished when they are in a good mood, and they are also punished when they are in a bad mood. Huh, that's it.

Then, the turnover account should be transferred to primary school.

The very depressed Pig Head has an old sister who is eight years older than Pig Head. So, when I was still in kindergarten, I started to learn addition and subtraction of decimal points. It was a kind of memory that made people collapse. That small blackboard is still a nightmare that remains in my heart!

However, this kind of advance education like duck-filling gives pig heads a skill that is relatively perverted than children of the same age.

Well, when I was in the first grade of elementary school, I was magically at a classmate's house - I even remember his name Liming and where his family lived - Well, at his house, I spent one afternoon after school on Saturday afternoon to finish a full book of "Journey to the West". After scanning Journey to the West for five hours, I went home stupidly. The feeling of being very unhappy is now remembered very clearly: the monkey has been named Buddha, but is he happy?

When I was in the second grade of elementary school, my father threw me two books: "Yu Bow of Clouds and Seas" episode one and the other.

Well, this book took two days to finish.

Jin Shiyi, Gu Zhihua, Meng Shentong, after so many years, he still remembers these people, especially the disgusting Cao Jiner.

It would be fine if anything else, but I finally remember the scene of Li Shengnan vomiting blood. So I always had this impression in my heart: the eternal blessing of Jin World! Huhu! Now that I think about it, Uncle Jin is actually very innocent. The person he loves cannot love him, but the person he loves is afraid of loving her. So what if you have great martial arts skills? In short, you will have to be out of forty to solve the identity of an old virgin!

Since then, Pig Head has gradually felt that there are some powers in the world that you cannot compete with human power. A very negative pessimism, I really don’t know how it emerged in the heart of Pig Head at that time.

Third grade, well, the wonderful thing is coming.

"The Return of the Condor Heroes", huh!

Poor Yang Guo, poor little dragon girl.

In Zhongnan Mountain, the part after Xiaolongnu was pointed by Ouyang Feng, Zhutou deeply understood that the moon was full of phases and waxing, and this matter was difficult to be complete. The confusion and heartache at that moment really continued until now. I feel that among all the books by Mr. Jin Yong, the most cruel one is "The Return of the Condor Heroes", which was so cruel that it tore a hole in the heart of a nine-year-old baby. Even though Zhutou didn't understand what the real relationship between men and women was, the anger of a treasure being broken was really unspeakable.

Zhutou may have entered the rebellious period when he was nine years old, but this unbearable little thought cannot be discussed with his family.

Zhutou has always thought that the old sister, who is eight years older than Zhutou, is actually much worse than Zhutou in terms of mental maturity. Since Zhutou started reading some large novels formally, he has always felt this way. However, the old sister feels very good, well, so Zhutou has been acting in a daze and even confused in front of her family, and is unreasonable. This feeling is very fun, haha!

In the fourth grade, a huge leap. Well, I finally picked up the traditional version of "Blue Blood Sword" discarded in the first grade of elementary school, and finally another unreasonable melancholy.

In the sea breeze and under the sunset, a group of great heroes sang the Eighteen Touching tune and went overseas leisurely. How could this scene be?

He Tiexhou's feelings for our brother Yuan's wife, huh, and at that time, the pig's head vaguely felt the beauty and flawless feeling of "lily".

As for "The Flying Fox in the Snow Mountain" and "The Legend of the Fox", it's very good, I watched it in the same year.

Cheng Lingsu's death made Pig Head secretly hurt for a month. The tunes that the blacksmith brother sang slipped through his heart again and again. At that time, Pig Head had some thoughts - if he couldn't let his sister Cheng Lingsu live happily, why would you bother others?

The showdown between Hu Fei and Miao Renfeng was abominable. To put it in a fashionable sentence - his grandmother's, eunuch!

Fifth grade, a completely stupid year.

"Dream of Red Mansions" made me dizzy with a stick. She had not finished watching "Dream of Red Mansions" bought by my sister, but I had already secretly turned around and swiped over and over several times.

Baoyu likes the excitement, it is best for everyone to get together forever and never end.

Daiyu likes sadness. Since we will be separated sooner or later, it would be better not to get together at the beginning.

Unfortunately, I like beautiful sisters. So until now, I have such a deep-rooted belief: If you can't walk the entire journey, why should you get together and hurt everyone's heart? Baoyu stared blankly at the woman's words on the ground, but the woman's emotional pain was also a headache.

Well, I'm very happy to tell you that because of "Dream of Red Mansions", Zhutou only got eighty-year-old math tests in the final exam that year, so he was scolded by his teachers and parents.

There is nothing to say about the sixth grade. Books such as "Gone with Gone" and "Orphan in the Fog" have all come over, but the pig head seems to have no resonance with foreigners' feelings, so...

So, junior high school has arrived.

I think Pig Head is a combination of ghosts and monsters in the memories of my junior and high school classmates.

It can press down to the hair and beard under the nose, with a thin and gloomy face, and wander around without any sound when walking. It was a year when the pig head had the least sense of existence. In addition to his academic performance, he was also careless, and he felt like he had been sleepwalking for six years, which was a real and serious sleepwalking.

The only thing I thought was that Pig Head had a strange thought in that year.

Appreciate the two or three girls in the class with a pure appreciation look.

Not approaching, not picking up conversations, not having any relationship with them. In short, it is pure appreciation.

Well, fortunately, there was no such term as ‘Loli’ at that time…

Fear, frightened.

Well, I suddenly realized that I was too lazy to write too much. It was indeed a strong person when I made a vow. If I really did it, I would be a lazy pig.

Well, well, in short, in short, it was a completely corrupt and degenerate college period.

Needless to say, this experience is a depravity and corruption that is fully corrupt, roar!

I read books, read books, read books, and read books. As long as I don’t have textbooks, I read them. Anyway, except for textbooks, I read all the books I can find. Ha, what a joyful four years! I was scolded by the teacher for three and a half years, "Yeah, um". When I went in my left ear and came out of my right ear, I was under the pressure of dropping out of my school. I was so heartless that I came over myself without any intention.

Then, typing until now.

A real record of the book.

To sum up, I have been sleepwalking for thirty years!

From kindergarten to high school, my family was in charge of it, so I studied hard all the way and improved every day, but at that time half of my mind was not on studying. For those martial arts novels and romance novels, I had been sleepwalking for twelve years!

After four years of college, I was not sleepwalking, but evolved to the zombie realm, and my whole body was filled with a rotten stench. At that time, I had a group of friends and a few good friends, but I was also playing Mud games that were eventually slapped on the table and ordered to close by the principal. It was a rotten and rigid life, haha.

The last six years.

Purely floating, boundless, six years of walking dead.

The original intention of typing is to be boring. The reason for continuing to typing is that I can’t find anything else to do except typing.

Every time I drink with a group of brothers, Pig Head drinks wine, talks in her mouth, and dances with dice clocks in her hands, but her eyes are not focal.

Day by day, month by month, every day, then read news, play games, and go to read a little idle book, day after day, year after year.

I was walking through several unfamiliar streets in Shanghai like a ghost, occasionally walking on the walkway with daily necessities, and often imagined that this was a deserted path in the mountains, and I was wandering around here aimlessly by myself.

No goals, no motivation, just live by it, well, um, um, really, there is no pursuit.

Gaga, forget it, I'm too lazy to write it down, otherwise someone would be scared to death by me. Hehe, maybe a few buddies called to ask about their well-being.

Well, um, his grandma, he is thirty years old!

Pig head, I'm thirty years old!

A long laugh at the sky...

Well, you should live your life as well.

Pighead is a person who always makes ambitions.

Huhu, haha, haha!

PS: I greeted a few people - I actually said that when I first recall my childhood, it proved that I was old. Well, where did I get old? I pinched my skin and still had water foam! Even if I was caught by the fairy, I don’t have to peel it off and steam it! Humph! It’s tender!

Hahahahahahahahahaha!

Very good, I got angry for a while and I finished venting it.

Go do whatever you need.
Chapter completed!