[wangwang] pedophile

After telling Qiuben to go downstairs for dinner, Zhou Zhu went back to his room with the book.I put the book on the table, washed and dried my hands before carefully opening it, and started reading from the title page.

He had read "Desert Island" in his last life, and the words and sentences in the book before him were different from the ones he had read before. Some of the sentences were slightly different, probably because they had revised the sample book in the previous life.It is precisely because of this that every word on the page gives him a sense of familiarity and strangeness.

He is familiar with it because this is Michiyo's article. He has been with Michiyo for so long, and he is extremely familiar with her style of writing.Even if it's just a sentence, he can read her taste from it.The strangeness is because her writing style has just taken shape now, and compared with the later period, her writing style is still relatively immature, revealing a kind of youthful cuteness.In the past, due to the age difference, although he would also find Michiyo cute, but most of the time her mature charm is more noticeable.

But now he himself is not a stranger.Although the hands turning the pages in front of him were slightly callused, their skin was extremely delicate, which told him that he was also upright and youthful now.

Every time he thinks that he and Michiyo will create another encounter, he feels extremely lucky, glad that his life did not end here, glad that he has flowed back time, and thankful that he is upright and youthful.

Before he knew it, it was already late at night when Zhou Zhu finished reading the whole book.He spent one night carefully reading the book, and wrote long comments in his notebook, with page numbers and line numbers at the end of sentences.What he wrote down was his own feeling about this work.

Putting down the pen, I read over what I wrote.After thinking about it, he started to write again.

After getting married, Michiyo once discussed her works with herself.She wasn't completely satisfied with her original work, and she never revised it.The current Michiyo must be in great need of these experiences.

He wrote down everything he could think of, and when he put down the pen again, the sky was already slightly bright, so he put on his clothes and lay down.He didn't know whether it was the sense of time in the past, present and future that shocked him, or the faint brightness of the sun disturbed his nerves, and he had a weird dream all night.He dreamed that he and Michiyo were embracing in a cold cave.Dreamed that Michiyo and Yumiko were walking in front of him intimately, and he kept chasing their footsteps, but he couldn't catch up.He dreamed that he had a weak relationship with Michiyo, and that she married another woman, and instead of a kind smile on her face, she had a haughty expression.

The alarm clock rang, and he quickly managed to get out of the dream he didn't want to stay for long.When I woke up, I couldn't remember what happened in the dream, and only had a headache.

When he went to wash his hands, he splashed cold water on his face. The cold touch shocked him, and he shivered.In the mirror, his face was covered with water droplets and he was a little messy, but his eyes became clearer.He grabbed the towel and wiped his face clean, began to wash, then changed his clothes and went downstairs.

"Chiyo-san, Yumi-san, Yuta, good morning." There was already a table of people around the dining table, mom and dad were abroad, and I thought I was the only one who stayed.

"Morning. You got up late today, didn't you sleep well?" Yumiko asked in reply to his greeting.

"Well, it was a bit, I had a very long dream." And I didn't sleep early.He went into the kitchen and brought out his meal.Yuta sat on the head, facing Yumiko.

Beside Yumiko is Akimoto, who is holding hot milk and taking a sip from time to time.There were other people around, and she also greeted him softly, and there was nothing wrong between the two of them.

"Ah, Miss Chiyo, can I deliver the book to your room later? I forgot to take it down." Zhou Zhu said.This time it was not because of his scheming, the feeling of dreaming was not very good, and when he woke up, he only cared about the headache, so he really forgot.

Akimoto's face was a little turbulent, "Is it because you didn't sleep because of reading?" She asked, her eyebrows frowned slightly.

Feeling the concern in the words, Zhou Zhu froze for a moment, and then laughed.The smile is as gentle as usual, but the corners of the mouth are raised high. "No, it's not because of this." After a pause, he added: "But the book is really well written, and I'm reluctant to close it."

"Well, thank you." The child's smile was inexplicably dazzling, and Akimoto looked away.

Accompanied by the sound of the morning news, Zhou Zhu finished his breakfast.After packing up the dinner plate, he went back to his room, picked up his books and notebooks, and went to Qiu Ben's room.

"Miss Chiyo, can I go in?"

The door was quickly opened, and Qiu Ben leaned against the door, blocking half of the scene in the room with his body, and looked at him questioningly.

"I'll return the book." Zhou Zhu smiled.

"Come in." Qiuben got out of the way, turned and walked inside.

Akimoto probably didn't go out to dress up today, didn't change clothes, and was wearing soft-looking home clothes.He also has the same dress. When Yumiko bought it, he bought one for everyone in the family. He decided to go back to his room at night and sleep in this dress.

Out of a certain psychology, the first time he saw Qiuben, Zhou Zhu didn't really want to hand over the notebook.He handed the book to Qiuben, "Can I tell you about my impressions after reading it?"

After reading it, it is a word with a student flavor.

"Is there time for early training?" Qiu Ben raised his eyes and glanced at him.Against the backdrop of the soft clothes, the eyes also look softer.

Zhou Zhu's eyes were bent, "Well, there's time."

I don't know what the boy is laughing at, but Akimoto doesn't care, and uses his eyes to signal him to speak.

"I like the plot in the warehouse very much. It is very ingenious, and the technique design is very novel. Well, but due to the excessive emphasis on technique, the plot seems a bit weak. If it can be improved, it will become a highlight of the full text. For example, put... ..."

Akimoto also wanted to hear other people's comments. He listened carefully at the beginning. As he talked more and more, he felt that his views were very insightful, so he listened more seriously. "Wait a minute, I'll use my notes."

Zhou Zhu felt that he had made the right decision.Hiding the notebook more discreetly in his hand, he said, "Okay."

He spoke slowly, part by part, while Qiu Ben picked up the key points to memorize.When she finishes writing, she will look at him seriously and signal him to continue.Zhou Zhu, who wanted to get more attention, wanted to temporarily expand his evaluation in his heart before exporting it.

When Qiu Ben's hand wrote a page, she restrained herself in time and stopped.She glanced at the clock, "It's time for you to go to school. If you don't leave, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch up with the morning training."

Zhou Zhu also turned his head to look at his watch, and let out a "huh" with a lot of meaning. "Then I'll talk to Miss Chiyo when I come back from school?"

Akimoto looked at the words he had written. These were all his opinions, many of which actually matched his thoughts, and even raised himself from another angle—he saw what she thought of, and he also saw what she didn’t think of. arrive.Now that she stopped, she still had something to say.

Thinking about it carefully, this is simply not the thinking that a junior high school student should have. In the past, I only thought that Zhou Zhu was more sensible and precocious, but I didn't expect his thinking to be more mature than he showed.It is not an exaggeration to call such a person a genius.

There is a sense of pride that my family has grown up, and a faint sense of joy of finding a confidant.Then thinking about the boy looking at her from a strange angle recently, I feel a little headache again.If in the past it could be said that he was impulsive in adolescence, then now it seems that mature-minded people will not be able to figure out what they want.

Unable to tell what feeling she felt in her heart, she glanced at Zhou Zhu with complicated eyes, "Okay."

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Calvin's Ecstasy

Yesterday I sat in front of the computer and watched it for a long time without writing a single word. Then I wrote a [-]-word review of the movie and turned off the computer.