Garden club fortune-telling

I was born on May 25th, Gemini, and my blood type is AB. The fortune teller said that I am a person with dual personality.

People who know me well but don't know me think I'm a simple and good girl. Neat and shiny students hang their heads behind their ears, whisper and think of others with euphemisms. You can sit quietly in the coffee shop and listen to their emotional stories or experiences. Sigh or smile at the right time. One of my girlfriends told her boyfriend that she didn't know how far love is from liking, and another girlfriend said to the handsome guy who chased her, "I don't believe in fate." Please don't use the word romantic and attractive fate to cover up your cowardice. " In the end, they will always stare at me like the world of mortals and tell me that I don't understand love with the voice of my big sister. Really, I don't understand. I don't understand why a girl should find an inappropriate person at an inappropriate time and place to finish an inappropriate love game, and then look at that person and tell him that I still don't think you understand me. I'd rather sit alone opposite such a beautiful girl, watching their exquisite confusion, self-confidence, persistence, holding a small spoon with a cold drink in hand and smiling silently.

People who know me but don't think I am a rebellious and complicated girl: when I am alone, I often wear simple clothes, complicated shoes, blue nails and purple eye shadow, draw inexplicable pictures and write messy poems. Carrying an eccentric backpack in a hurry through the crowd, elegant as a deer, in a hurry as a mouse, smiling lonely. I ignore life, hate politics, laugh at society and stay away from people. The only person who believes in love has no love. Saying goodbye to the ordinary in your own way is not excellent.

I have a half-red and half-black double-sided down jacket, which is a nice style. Unfortunately, there is always a whole white duck feather sticking out of the gap in the dense thread. Now this dress lies flat on my knee. Meow meow is chatting with me one build what did not build, and at the same time pulling out the feathers sticking out of her head by hand.

-Be happy in peace.

-What?

What did the teacher say about being late just now? Don't take it too seriously.

-Nothing.

Really?

-It's really nothing. I didn't sleep at noon, so I couldn't concentrate. Always boring. When she talks to me, I either nod or shake my head. Later, it seems that when I talked about a bad performance, I stared at her shoes and suddenly wanted to laugh but dared not, and my mouth bent upward. She probably thought it was funny, too, so she waved me back

As she spoke, she saw meow meow dragging the head of a feather with her nails, and the feather fell to the ground, which was quite nice.

Ann, don't always look so sad. It's not that people with deep pockets and industries have nowhere to run. Why doesn't the little girl live a little easier? I was in awe, and a feeling similar to pain spread all over my body. I slowly put my right hand flat on my knee and thought excitedly, forget it, it's not like there's nowhere to run.

I 19 years old, near the college entrance examination. I have a house in the garden community not far from my school. I really have my own house with two bedrooms and one living room. My parents left me a completely private world. Don't get me wrong, my parents are not rich, and I am not an orphan of martyrs, but now that they have their own house, they buy their old house and leave it to me as compensation. I am the crystallization of their love, and the old house is the witness of their marriage failure.

My parents often come to send money and relief supplies to the victims. The way you look at me is always guilty I think they are trying to prove or make up for something to me. But what does this prove? For example, they love me, but I already know. If they don't love me, they won't have me, I won't have an old house, and I won't live in an old house and live such a comfortable parasitic life. As for compensation, I swear that their divorce is really not the reason why they are so partial today. I was born perfect. So at the age of fifteen, when I found that their relationship had made me not free, I decided to give them freedom. So I will calmly say to them: "You break up." Then he walked slowly into the free room and closed the door, looking very sensible. But I think I'm really not the kind of cold and autistic child they think. I just think that my parents really love each other to have me, and it is good enough that a little me appears in this world to represent love. Later, they stopped loving and went to find new happiness. There's nothing wrong with that. Who can guarantee that if you love someone, you will love them for life? They didn't hurt me, at least not on purpose. People like me seem to be born in trouble. Why should they suffer with me? So I called my mother's new husband uncle, and my father's gentle but not beautiful little wife should be Mei Jie, so I skillfully called her Yimei. It doesn't matter, they are all very nice people, but they are very touched and flattered. I will accept all other gifts as long as they are not money.

The same test paper was handed out, but it was not good anyway. My grades have always been jumping up and down, hungry. Political history is average, Chinese unexpectedly fell to the bottom, but mathematics unexpectedly rushed to 120, which is very satisfactory. However, the score did not lose many points, but it is reasonable to rank above average. My mother just had a parent-teacher meeting and carefully told me that her grades were between undergraduate and key, which was very promising. Don't! What the teacher said must be dangerous.

On the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, I finally had a holiday. Turning on the TV, Richie Jen sang "Sad Pacific" cadently, as if the shit was dry. I smiled and thought, who said that? Turn off the TV, simply go to the big house and listen to music, and sit on the green and yellow mat. Wearing headphones, Faye Wong's voice floated: "I dream of dying in reality every day/I shout loudly that I/I am too loyal to my feelings to think hard/I want to cry with pain/I laugh silly." The performance of Faye Wong 1998 is really surprising, but the market of upgrading to motherhood is promising. The concert was crazy all over the country. I saw her holding Leah Dou Jr.' s sweet expression in the newspaper, and recalled the way she bowed her head with big decorative tears at the 96 concert. It really seemed like a lifetime ago. Three years of joys and sorrows are swinging in Faye Wong's song: "Who will walk with me in the distant clouds/stay near the sun/hide my ears from the noise of secular things/want a clean freedom?"

This year's Valentine's Day is just two days before the Spring Festival. Meow meow sold the rest of the roses and later gave them to me. So the day after Valentine's Day, I took a bunch of bright roses on my way to the hospital. Obstetrics and Gynecology gave birth to a boy named Jin Yi. He is my brother. Xiaoyi is a clever and delicate figure, and it is always right to be a beautiful teenager in the future. Xiao Yi, born on Valentine's Day, is said to look like me. Xiaoyi like me, such a lovely little brother, deserves all my happiness in exchange for his happiness. But how could he be unhappy? He has a gentle and amiable mother, a mature and capable father, and a sister like me, so that he received the first bouquet of roses in his life, which is also the first bouquet of roses I sent him. The eyes of Yimei staring at Xiaoyi make me wonder. No, it reminds me of such a delicate child lying on a white sheet in the delivery room 19 years ago. She also has such a gentle mother and such a happy and quiet father. But an avalanche, an avalanche! Nineteen years ago, a blank piece of paper in the delivery room locked my initial happiness, the happiness of my life! An hour later, I turned and walked out of the room, leaving my dearest Xiaoyi and a slightly haggard father to a pale and weak woman holding a lot of roses on the sheets.

When I got home, the room was cold and my stomach ached, so I put the hot water bottle directly under the hot water pipe to get water. The water is not hot, but it is obviously full. When you press and jump with your hand, the gas under water pressure comes out. Press it again and take another bite.

Press again!

Press again!

How did you save so much gasoline? The pain in my stomach disappeared, but where did it hurt again? The feeling of wanting to cry is like that imported fountain pen. It was written smoothly and the color was good, but there was no water without warning. Write and throw, but there is no water. I can't cry.

I called Yan Jia, and I said clearly with a microphone: "Three years ago, someone promised me three years. If I am happy, he gives me a blessing; If I am lonely, he gives me happiness. Three years have passed, is that person still there? "

On New Year's Day, he came to see me with his girlfriend Meng. Meng is a short and fat girl. It has been a good word for sophomores in famous schools, and it has been spoiled by Meng. Apart from her looks, Meng is the most feminine girl I have ever met, but she has always been a boy. I have always felt that Meng is either too simple or too scheming. Because she insisted that Jia Yan and I stay alone in the big house and asked us to talk. If I were you, I wouldn't leave my boyfriend alone with his girlfriend who has a complicated friendship. What's more, it's such a freehand house. After my parents moved away, a friend of my father left a dozen pieces of cloth in his hand in the big house. Then he gave me everything. So I put all kinds of flowers together, hung them on the wall, and made many unique cushions. I paint and listen to music in this room when I am free. We didn't really say anything that day. Just as I was leaving, Yan Jia took an abstract painting from me. A piece of paper is red and yellow in depth, the picture is too full, and the brush strokes are too strong, which is not worth collecting.

Then they left.

Yan Jia is a boy who can laugh very much, and he is the kind of tolerant and insightful smile. One day three years ago, when he was a child, no, we were all legitimate children. I kept talking and talking, but he just smiled quietly, a sweet and brilliant smile after being rejected. I dare not look straight at that smiling face. Because I know I will sink into that smile. If so, I will be safe, but at the same time, I have fallen.

Forget it, forget it, the corner of my eye is just a misunderstanding.

In the evening, the phone is a good word.

That painting, thank you. It's me, right?

Silence.

Ann, you are unhappy. The kind voice is nice, soft and complete.

Sometimes, when I think about things, people will say that I am unhappy. Actually, it's not. It's just that I still don't understand a lot of things.

Come on, Ann, be realistic. You are always so unreal. In fact, you are neither gentle nor strange. You're just a kid, just a kid. I have always wanted to tell you a story, in which the children will not be hurt, and everyone loves each other and supports each other.

The voice of kind words rang for a long time, so I gently put down the receiver and approached the studio. But I was wrong. There must be something wrong. It must be wrong. I should be happy to cry. The lonely heroine finally waited for the promise of the hero's life. Shouldn't she laugh and cry? Isn't it?

But, really? A man spent three years in self-pity and narcissism for a promise? /kloc-should girls aged 0/9 wait 90 years?

I picked up a light blue cushion and put my face on it. The happiest thing when I was a child was to get up early on Sunday, run into the room and get into the quilt of my parents. Then, sleep quietly and sweetly. After waking up, my parents are not around, but I still feel very safe. My heart is full of tenderness that I want to cry. I want to sleep well, sleep well. I slept until I woke up, and my haggard father, careful mother, pale aunt Mei, including the future college entrance examination, including my beloved Xiaoyi, including a kind smile, all disappeared. A person can live strong and well until he goes to sleep. Sleep until I can really laugh, and then cry like a child.