Obsessed with oranges in Huainan writing form

Have a crush on orange students Huainan Introduction: The air in the room is dirty. Belle picked up the phone and rushed out the door. The paper bucket of instant noodles she had eaten was placed on the table and the taste lingered for a long time. Luo Zhi stayed in his seat, staring at the brand-new blank notebook in front of him, with his pen on the paper and his cap hanging aside for a long time. I don't know how many times she picked up the pen, but finally decided to write down the date first-as a result, all her strokes were astringent and could not be written, leaving only a few embarrassing dry ink gravure prints on the white paper. It's been too long. I can't write it. She is still a little distracted. The more she is in a daze, the more pungent the taste of instant noodles becomes. I just put up with it for a long time, but I still can't get used to it It is estimated that when I go out for a while, others can smell my own braised beef noodles. Just like cleaning the dry toilet, you can smell an unpleasant smell on your way to work. She still remembers that when she was in primary school, the whole school ushered in a health inspection, and her class was unfortunately assigned to clean the toilet. At that time, most primary schools were outdoor dry toilets, with flies flying around and stinking. The girls stood at the door with brooms, mop buckets and the like, wriggling and unwilling to go in. She, the monitor, and another girl, the Labor Committee, "set an example" and were the first to rush in. After inspecting the situation, the Labor Committee stood at the door with her hands akimbo and proudly shouted to the girls who blocked their noses with red scarves: "Come in!" "At that time, a little girl asked timidly, don't you two feel smelly? Luo Zhi was speechless, but the labor committee member with a loud voice said cheerfully that it is good to get used to it, and the red scarf can't stop it. It is better to get used to it and save suffering! Patience is a great wisdom. Just like yesterday, when her roommate Jiang Belle sat on the bed and picked up the tarot card for her "monthly calculation" from high school, she was asked to draw one anyway. Luo Zhi put the card back on the bed without reading it, and continued to look down at Keigo Higashino's detective stories. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly he heard screams coming from his ears. " Did you hear that? I said, in short, you are patient, patient and good at waiting, and you are wisdom! "Luo Zhi looked up and glanced at her lazily." I put up with you for a long time, and after waiting for a long time, you still don't move out. It seems that smart people are really extraordinary. "Then what belle called, she has completely forgotten. Jiang Belle began to carefully plan her luck and taboos from high school, but in her eyes, she seems to have never changed and her life is still embarrassing. Luo Zhi doesn't believe in fate. She was afraid that she believed in natural disasters and forgot man-made disasters. Because man-made disasters can be hated and confronted, and God's will cannot be violated. If she believes in fate, what hope does she have? However, there is a saying that Belle is right. It is wise to be good at waiting, and patience is indeed necessary. No one knows this better than Luo Zhi. She looked up at her watch. It was half an hour before she realized that she was still thinking. The white paper in front of me is more and more dazzling. She suddenly stood up. The chair screeched when I got up. There is a concrete floor in the room, and a slight friction with the legs of the chair will make a brake-like groan. Their dormitory is very small, with a bunk bed on the left side of the windowsill and Luo Zhi in the lower berth; On the right is a combined cabinet consisting of two desks and bookshelves side by side. There is a wardrobe and a glove box on the left and right near the door. Luo Zhi carefully picked up Bell's noodle bowl and went to the toilet to dump it. He went back to his room and opened the doors and windows to ventilate. Then he cleaned the paper towels that Belle threw all over the floor last night, emptied the trash can, washed his hands, and finally turned on the lamp. Finally, I grabbed a pen and drew a few strokes on calculus paper until I drew fluent handwriting. I met him on September 15. Far away, the first sight is the back. The second eye is a big persimmon falling from the sky. Then the pen tip stopped on the last hook of the word "Zi", and when it reacted, it had spread out into a blue dot. ……