The third option: I am uncle control

The eyes were glued to the eyepiece again, and the light in that window went out.The man's white flesh flashed in the corner of the eye, and it merged with the night into an indistinguishable piece.

When the sun woke up the path the next day, he realized that he hadn't drawn the curtains properly, and a dark and shiny telescope reflected the sunlight and was exposed there abruptly.He was startled, as if he had been caught, hurriedly tidied up the battlefield, opened the windows, drew the curtains tightly, and let the wind blow.

Press the switch of the induction cooker, pour the milk into a small pot to heat it, and at the same time enter the bathroom to rinse quickly.After breakfast with a glass of milk and five biscuits, Xiaolu washed and dressed, turned off the switch, closed the windows and locked the door, and ushered in a new day.

He figured out the rules: if you go out before eight o'clock sharp, you will board the nearest bus, and if you leave after eight o'clock, you have to wait at least 10 minutes.When I sat in the car, the watch on my wrist began to vibrate regularly.

The moment the car started, he saw the man's back, passing under the stop sign. It was a yellow and black jacket.His heart trembled.

Without seeing his face, the car drove on its own track. The path was a little lonely, and when I looked back, I only saw the bloated face of the fat woman sitting behind me.

In the morning at the kindergarten office, Xiaolu was still the one who opened the lock.Pushing open the window, one can see the freshness of the meadow downstairs.A stack of used printing paper is neatly stacked in the center of the table, the sunlight refracts the smooth texture of the back of the paper, and your fingers touch the black steel pen holder.

He took one of the twelve sharpened Schedeler paper pencils and slowly sketched on the back of the paper. It was the back of a strong man standing under the bus stop sign, quiet but not alone, as if the next In seconds, we will turn around.

The nib of the pen was flattened quickly, and a faint shadow spread across his back. The deep tone was black, and the lighter tone was yellow.

With the sound of high heels stepping on the marble floor, Xiaolu quickly flipped over the paper and started the computer.

They are colleagues, and they greet each other with a smile.

It was dusk when I saw this pastel sketch again.He took out the unfinished work from the computer bag suspiciously and put it on the corner of the table.Then spread out a piece of white paper again and start drawing another picture.

He remembered that he would send out a gift tonight.