As soon as I walked down the street wearing short sleeves, I knew I was wrong.

On such a rainy night, not to mention the wind, just an autumn night will make people shiver, okay?

But I just don't know.

The people across the road are all wearing thick coats, and there is only me on the other side. When I pass by them, will they say in their hearts: "Hey, there is a second person here!"

Erque himself feels that he is very Erque, but when his mind is not clear enough, he has to come out and have some fresh air.

I feel like I really have a masochistic complex, why can’t I let it go? I went out to have a blast on such a cold night!!

The person who couldn't stand the cold wind came out to enjoy the cold wind... His stomach hurt so much that he felt like he had a fever.

I think I have some mental problems, maybe some split.

He will do some things inexplicably, he will not know who he is, he will sneer inexplicably, and he will be inexplicably cruel.

Sometimes I feel distressed about something one second, and the next second I seem to be a completely different person, extremely indifferent.

who I am?

Haha, even the person writing this note now is actually not the real me.

Emotions seem to have divided my brain into several sections. Well, I suddenly forgot what I wanted to say...

Feeling dizzy and wanting to sleep.

Feeling sleepy and dizzy.

Suddenly I remembered the sentence "I am the genuine Zhao Xiaobei."

I slept very deeply last night, but I was very tired when I woke up in the morning. I slept deeply at noon, but I was very tired when I woke up in the afternoon.

It seems that the earlier you go to bed, the more tired you will be.

I really want to sleep.

I thought about several small theaters when I was in a daze today. Now my mind is confused and I don’t know how to write it.

It is now 46 a.m. on October 5th, and I have just returned from the street.

Dizziness, not dizziness, just the kind of irritability that makes me want to hit someone.

I can't hold it any longer, I.

At exactly two o'clock in the morning, I woke up from my sleep.

I got up late in the morning as expected, and after waking up I quickly washed and cleaned myself.

(Living up to expectations: Why are you qing me?)

In a hurry, I put on a pair of short sleeves and went out. Alas, I knew I was wrong again.

Autumn mornings are the best for sleeping. Not to mention how beautiful it is to have a sweet and fragrant sleep.

Ah, I don’t even want to get up!!!

Let me be a silkworm baby, the kind that is always wrapped in a quilt! (Rolling)

Ahem, that’s funny.

Today I thought of the word personal charm, how to say it...

Does the charm of an author lie in the fact that after reading one of his books, readers trust the author so much that they will not hesitate to pick it up and follow up when the author opens a second book, no matter what genre the author writes?

Or do you pursue a book that the author likes because you trust the author? Just because the author likes it, the reader thinks it is a good book?

(What am I talking about again?)

We have an interesting soul, but the soul cannot be eaten (Soul: Eat? What are you talking about?)

I didn't sleep and my head hurt.

As for myself, my charm probably lies in... I don’t know how to put it, as long as you are friends with me, you will think that I am, yes, kind!

I should be kind and quite upright. I won't do such and such things, well, because I'm lazy.

You really don’t know how lazy a lazy person can be!

But laziness does not mean dirty. Although I am lazy, I also love to be clean. (Strange)

Hey, actually I don’t know what kind of person I am.

Just work hard and work hard to make money!

I didn’t take a nap, so I’m so sleepy~

At 8:45 p.m., I sat on a bench and leaned against the wall to publish this boring chapter~
Chapter completed!