The electric rod is not turned on, it is black. A wanted to stand up, but just lifted up his butt and sat down again. His feet were numb and he no longer felt any pain in his legs.
In that chemistry class, S accidentally fell asleep and left a lot of saliva on the unfolded chemistry textbook. He turned his eyes from the blackboard to look at S, who wiped the book twice with his sleeve, and twitched his mouth twice, as if he had swallowed something good. The teacher said in class that one hour of lunch break in summer is equal to two hours of sleep at night. Does S sleep for more than 15 minutes equal to half an hour at night? When he saw others sleeping in class, he focused instead. The teacher was still beaming. He rested his chin with his hand and continued to listen to the class.
After a while, he squeezed his calf with his hand to see if it could be better, and stepped on the ground hard. He could barely walk. The outer corridor was lit by neon lights, and he could see something. He wanted to stamp his feet twice to see if there were voice-activated lights, but he didn't do it. Not wanting to break the current tranquility, he may have thought so. What if the ghosts were brought in! Walk slowly forward by the dim light outside. Ghost, he is not afraid of it! Some people believe that there are ghosts in the world, some people don't, whether they have or not, they are not afraid when they come.
It was foggy on the day the village was haunted, and people couldn't see who was five steps away. He felt that it was refreshing to breathe in the fog, it tasted so good, it reminded him of the ice cream he had in summer. Aunt Zhang, who came back from relatives in other villages, told everyone that he had met a ghost and he kept running back. The location she mentioned was by the two ponds not far from the farm. Two dark shadows, sometimes in front of her and sometimes behind her, could fly into the sky with ghosts and flames. Later, when we went out to play together, we went to those two ponds, and we didn't find anything ghostly. Maybe it's the daytime. We found a pile of white shit on the downhill of the pond and dam. Some people said that it was pulled by wolves, and dogs couldn't pull such white shit. He didn't know if it was true or not, he had seen this kind of shit in other places, but he had never seen a wolf. To deal with wolves, use a sickle, the jingle is this: wolves are afraid of sickles, dogs are afraid of bending over. When he first saw a dog bite, he bent over, but as he walked forward, the dog followed suit. Ever since he saw people bending over to pick up rocks, he always returned the stone to a dog every time he met a dog. They walked along the dam, and he followed behind as they told stories about the water monkeys.
Go to the end of the corridor and open the door again, the door is locked. I had to go back. I couldn't smell the smell of books here, but the mixed smell of cement and paint came from my nostrils. There are also books on nutritious food here, so you can't smell it. If you can smell it, you have to smell the smell of Chinese medicine when you walk to the front of the medical class! After the small door is the social science category, on the left is the philosophy category, and further on is the biography category. He is very clear about the distribution of books in this library, and the road ahead is exhausted. He dared not go any further.
There was a small cyan snake in front of it, rushing over from the grass on the side of the road, and ran straight away.
He didn't dare to alert the security guard, lest he be treated as a thief. Stealing books doesn't count as stealing... books! ...the matter of the scholar, can it be considered stealing? Maybe there is no security here. It seems that I have to stay here all night, and I start to shiver thinking of this. With both hands in pockets and shoulders, it doesn't work. After tightening the belt, I trot a few times, and the key behind my butt rang. Keep running with your hands covered. Suddenly a flashlight flashed through the door.
He held the key in his hand against the flashlight's battery, "Look, the golden hoop" ignored him. He took the golden cudgel and waved it in the sky a few times before taking the key down.
Then he heard the footsteps getting closer, and the thick leather shoes rubbed against the floor making a "tart" sound. A hurriedly stepped back, raised his toes and ran back carefully, running up the stairs.
I lived in the first room upstairs, and there was a TV at that time. Black and white, I remember my grandfather in the thirties of the following year watching "Spring in the Liyuan" and I went upstairs to watch the Spring Festival Gala by myself after firing the cannon.
Turn off the TV and press the button of the tape recorder, and it is "Cold Rainy Night" sung by Huang Jiaju.
Must have been spotted by security, he thought as he ran. There are a lot of bookcases in front, you can hide in it. After a while, the security guard held the flashlights in rows, and the lights swept across his eyes. A took off the shoes and held them in his hands, and walked forward with the cat on his waist.
It was raining really hard, fortunately I was wearing sandals today. I put my shoes on the back of the door, and everyone was surrounded. The house was small and leaked. Hey, today is really not the right time. If the crab was not caught, it was possible to touch the loach. "God, god, don't go down, I'll buy you a big cucumber, you eat it and I'll eat it, let's see who grows up." Say to H.
When I got to the small gate of the natural science department, the security guard shouted: "Is there anyone in there? Come out!"
I shouted between the two straw stacks: "Come out quickly, or I will step on it" "Haha! I found it." "You won't find it next time." J didn't agree.
After entering the door of the natural science department, the cold air immediately hit his nostrils, and he crept to the last counter and climbed the counter steps to the top of the counter. The security guard's voice didn't come again. Electric rods hang from the roof, in rows and in neat rows. There are 5 here, so I can't see how much there.
I can't remember how old I was, only the memory is there. Dad came back on a bicycle when it was dark. He said that he had arrived at Minggang and brought an electric baton back from there. It was not clear on the road that it was smashed behind Wang Guojie's house. When he went out to play the next day, he found a pile of white shards of broken glass at the back of the house. He didn't tell his friends that it was broken by his father. If you asked him to tell who his partner was at that time, he would definitely not be able to tell. There were two big wolf dogs tied to the gate of Wang Guojie, and they walked away from the side road.
Above the electric rods are some pipes. I really don’t know what these pipes are used for. It looks like a graphic art painting. Running like that just now, the nerves are big, but it is warmer.
Each of the seven of us chose a wooden stick as his weapon, and most of them were made of poplar branches. Mine is made of willow, leaving the straight end of the guide to carve a circle on the head with a knife, and then carve another circle outside the punch. This way the hilt is ready, and then sharpen a little on the small end. Standing on the edge of the haystack, seven people drew their weapons and pointed to the sky. The seven weapons were intertwined, and the slogan "I am for everyone, everyone is good" was practiced several times before they were chanted together. Then they went their separate ways. When they met someone, they pointed their swords at him and asked, "Where did you come from? Who is the gang leader?" I ran away halfway before I got to one, and I chased after him with my sword. Running to the end sweating profusely.
There is no sound outside, it seems that the security guard will not come again.
The security guard walked from the loan room to the security room to call up the CCTV footage, and looked back to see that there was no trace of anyone. I got off work at 8:30, and the lights were turned on at 9:00 and could not be seen. At the entrance of the hall next to the borrowing room, it was found that a hat passed by. It was raised by the cafeteria, and it was covered in white cats. He usually teased it a few times when he was eating, and he didn't care about people with a lazy look.
The temperature on his body dropped, and his hands began to tremble. A composes his hands tightly, and then carefully turns over from the bookcase and puts on his shoes. She was shivering from the cold, her stomach was shaking so badly, she couldn't straighten her waist. There should be a lollipop in his pocket. He takes one to the library every afternoon and eats it half an hour before he leaves.
"How much sugar have you worshipped?"
"More than 200"
"How much candy do you have, can I exchange it for you?"
"No, I want to eat it too."
"I'll exchange 1 apple for you, okay? "
No, I'm sick. My mother said I can't eat apples." "
It's too cold."
Apple flavor, so good.
The apple seller came after school that afternoon, and the little friends all took this apple to eat. A put down his schoolbag and grandma handed him an apple. The apple is so sweet. When watching TV at night, his mother gave him another apple, which smelled of spicy wine. He secretly tasted it when guests came to the house. Apple also has that smell in it, but it's too little. If you eat it too fast, you won't be able to taste it.
He sucked his mouth tightly, and kept swallowing, the apple smell was sent to himself. Even if the security guards stopped coming, he didn't dare to make a loud voice. He walked with his feet on the ground, and it was warmer in the borrowing room outside. He sat down on the chair behind the new book shelf, shrank together and squeezed back. The plastic lollipop smell soon came to his mouth, which he hated.
That time, my aunt had finished all the things she brought back from Beijing, so my aunt took him to the canteen to buy him a lollipop. Bangbang is made of bamboo, and others are made of wood. He ate several of them and they all tasted the same. He really wanted to eat Xiantao in Beijing, and his cousin told him how big the Xiantao was.
The candy cubes in his mouth were getting smaller and smaller, and his legs were shaking more and more seriously. He took out a chair from the opposite side, put his feet up on it, and pushed his legs straight. After a while the legs started to tremble again.
He kicked the chair under his feet and put his feet on the ground. I stopped shaking my thighs, opened the copybook and started writing. He didn't come here to practice calligraphy. He liked the verses on the copybook. The verses that the teacher asked to recite in class were meaningless. One semester, the teacher recommended us the "Pang Zhonghua" copybook, but I didn't buy it. Later, I saw the copybook at my aunt's. I don't know how that Pang and Chongpai read it. 'Life is alive, career is the most important thing. There is still a breath left, and there is no slack. The east wind prevails, and the times are updated. Take advantage of this opportunity and move forward bravely"
My words are already ugly. I forgot who said that the words written after eating chicken feet are like chickens crawling. Anyway, I had already eaten chicken feet at that time, and I never practiced again. Used .
The lollipop is finally finished, and the plastic stick can still blow. Now he is lazy and stretches out his hand to take the lollipop and blow it. The cold air is enough to blow.
He was thinking if he was dealing with the security just now At times, it must be very handsome to use Jackie Chan's trick.
On TV, Jackie Chan was chased by several people. Jackie Chan jumped left and right, the bad guy just couldn't catch him. After he jumped through this window, the villain also followed, but there was no sign of Jackie Chan. Turning around, he met two feet in the face. It turned out that Jackie Chan was supporting the two walls with his hands.
When you meet a security guard, do you need to grab his gun and tear it down? Security guards in the library don't need guns, just grab the baton.
It should be warmer to pile on the body with books.
The book on his lips is the 1984 edition of Qu Yuan's "Li Sao". He deliberately couldn't find that book, so he smelled it with his nose.
There are too many books, so when I go to school, I bring one Chinese book and one math book, and keep the book on the desk in the class. I haven't been a team leader yet in elementary school! The teacher stipulates that a diary should be written every day, which will be checked by the group leader the next day. It would be great if I could be the leader of the third group. I could see W's diary every day.
I can't open my eyelids, my head is really heavy, is the book too heavy?
My bag is already very light!
No book on you? It was just a dream just now, but if you want to smell the aroma of the book "Li Sao", you can do it right away.
what!
It's already dawn, it's broken, and the legs are cramping. Slowly move your legs apart with your hands and stand up vigorously. Grit your teeth and move a little bit. Now is not the time to open! Hold on! The natural science room is relatively safe.
After a while, someone came in, and I could see from a distance that it was a security guard. I didn't hide either, someone had already entered the loan room. He fucked me over here, getting closer and closer. My heart was pounding, I knew that I couldn't run away in broad daylight, and I saw what he was going to do. The security guard yawned, went to the corner behind me and turned on the power switch of the electric baton.
The electric rod shone straight down, I stared up at the rod tube, and there were white circles in front of me.
I went out with the people who rented the room. The weather was fine today, and the sun was shining on my face as soon as I went out. It took a while to feel warm.
On November 13, 2007, the finished article was quoted
at 1:00 am on November 14 :
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