It's a diary

Chapter 116 3.1
The first day of March.

"March is here as scheduled, and we are about to meet~"

This is someone else’s March.

In March, I was just thinking about the same as every day in the past: when will get out of class end.When is school over?What to eat soon. …

Every time I have evening self-study on Wednesday, I feel inexplicably excited, always feeling that the next day is Friday.

But when I calmed down and realized that today was only Wednesday, I suddenly lost my fighting spirit.

Every day goes by like this, ordinary.Like all ordinary people.

There is nothing wrong with this. This is the kind of life I pursue.But I will occasionally be inspired to get up and rush forward, but I am afraid that the final outcome will not be what I want...

So I feel pain from time to time.

I've always been afraid.

It is not wrong at all to say that I am a coward.

When I was recuperating at home, I was afraid that I would never be able to leave the house again.When I was in Beiyu, I was afraid that I would never leave this city.Now that I'm here, I'm afraid I'll lose the courage to move forward.

Most of the time, I know what I want and how to do it.

I have my own life plan.

I have planned many, many roads and imagined almost everything that will happen...that's great.When you face it, you won't be so at a loss.

But life is not a math problem and there is no standard answer.In life, there are many kinds of accidents, many of which cannot be imagined in advance.

Some of these accidents are good and some are bad.Can't tell what it is.

For example, when I returned to the market where I often went to buy vegetables after a year, the boss could recognize me at a glance...

He said: "I haven't seen you for a long time."

I was surprised: "You still recognize me!"

He laughed out loud: "Why don't you recognize it?"

...This is an accident.Something unexpected happens.But I don’t mind a little more “accidents” like this.

There was a time when I was particularly interested in collecting various notes.

Supermarket shopping receipts, paper tickets, and some messy invoices...

I might put them into a page of a book, put them on the bedside table, or put them under the mat...

The invoice is fine.Like shopping receipts, the writing will slowly disappear after a period of time, almost turning into a blank piece of paper.

I am also epileptic. After keeping them for a few months, I will throw them away.

The mood is uncertain.In the past two days, I wanted to curse at everything I encountered. Today, I am so calm that even if someone pointed at my nose and cursed, I would probably only respond with "Oh."

Can't say what it feels like.

Last semester, I saved those small tickets for a whole semester and pressed them on the bed board under the mat.

Then, on the day of the holiday, I threw them all away.

I can't remember why I kept them in the first place.it's wired.

Just like back then, I was wandering around with a brand-new ten-dollar bill.Then, I was reluctant to spend it.

I can't tell what it feels like, but it's an inexplicable reluctance.I don’t do anything, I just carry it with me every day, that’s all.

The year before last, my former classmate graduated.As a returning student, I followed the classmates from the next generation, namely Hippo and the others, to move up and became a graduating class student.

At that time, there were some labels on the lockers at the back of the classroom. Those were the names of my former classmates...

I accidentally tore off a label with the name of my former classmate on it.Then I put it in a mobile phone case and kept it for more than half a year.

The reason why it was half a year is because it rained later and it got wet and the writing was lost.

Maybe it's because her name has "Qiu" in it which I like.

(End of this chapter)