Chapter 3156

"Don't worry about her, Dongyu!"

My mother said angrily, "I don't want to go back home, and I don't know where she's been! As a teenager, it's not easy. I think the wings are hard! The exam is coming soon. I'll see what she can do! If you can't get into high school, you'll have to die by yourself! "

When I heard that, my face was even worse.

Dongyu was also unhappy. "Mom, please don't say a few words. Xiachun is so big. He has his own opinion."

Mom doesn't say anything anymore.

Dongyu took my arm into the study and closed the door. He looked down at my face, left and right, and asked in a deep voice, "where have you been these days?"

"I I'm at Han Xiaojia. "

"You lie."

Dongyu saw through my lies at a glance. "You can cheat anyone, but you can't cheat me. Look me in the eye and speak! "

I pushed him hard and said angrily, "Yin Dongyu, that's enough! You are the one who alienates me. What is that now? "

"You are my sister, I care about you, it's responsibility!" said Dong Yu with a black face

I gave a sneer and ignored him. I put my bag on the table and suddenly turned over his notes from the bag.

This is his lesson notes in middle school. Take them to me.

I unconsciously rubbed my hand on my pants until I thought I was clean and wouldn't stain his things, and then handed him the notebook.

"Give it back to you."

I didn't go to look at his face, only to hear his voice slightly cool, "finished copying?"

"Well."

"Do you understand?"

"Well."

"Then..."

Dongyu saw that my attitude was cold. I must say that it was hard for me to say a few words to him. He took a deep breath and said, "go to bed early, good night."

It was not until he left the room that I opened the drawer, took out the diary, opened the thick pages and wrote down today's diary.

The habit of keeping a diary is probably maintained in grade four of primary school. At that time, I like to keep in my diary what I like, what I don't like, what I'm happy, what I'm not happy, and what are the secrets related to Dongyu.

For me, keeping a diary is like pouring out all the secrets that can't be seen into a tree hole.

A diary is like a hole in my tree.

Every night, before I go to bed, I will hide in this tree hole and silently tell my mind to it.

Because, in this world, it seems that only through self dialogue, can we vent the hidden mind without reservation.

When, even Dong Yu can't keep saying nothing.

People's growth is like building a thick fortress for themselves, hiding themselves in it, as if the stronger the fortress, the more security it can get, the more it grows up, the heavier the defense, and the more difficult it is to get close to other people.

When I was a child, no matter what kind of friend I was, I could talk a lot, like a happy bird, I couldn't hide my mind.

But when I grow up, I find that there are fewer and fewer people close to me, more and more secrets in my heart, and more and more burdens on my back.

Go on, it is already faltering.

In a word, it is said that people are creatures with strong instinct.

When your fingers touch the fire, they will burn back subconsciously.

If you touch something sharp, you will be stabbed. When you know it's painful, you know it's retracted.

But I don't seem to have a strong instinct. Otherwise, I would be so scarred and riddled with holes. I still cling to that little obsession.