Wandering in the illusory

The first chapter

The orange street lamp did not know how long has been waiting here, faintly dark, could not illuminate the front two meters of the road. A faint shadow floated past! Gnash one's teeth to continue to walk forward, a few steps to the school.

Touch the iron mesh door posts, some sticky hand, perhaps ice bar. Hard to pull himself up, over the iron gate, is the school. Oneself are like the ghost that walks in midnight, adhere to the body that go to sleep on, but the purpose is lukewarm soft bed however.

The school is quiet late at night, dead quiet, teaching building corridor of the voice control lights flashing. Walking in the teaching building next to the dormitory path, the heart is empty, do not feel a trace of cold. Do not want to work hard, can not find the direction, has been depraved in the teacher's last row, wandering in front of the teacher in charge of the table.

Suddenly, the roof of the antenna fell on the head, "chuang dang" knocked on the head, then, "chuang dang" a sound fell to the ground. The noise reached the corridors of the building, waking up the sleepless sound-controlled lights that lit up the area where the blocks were suspended. Faint yellow light sway to and fro, into the bald tree is still swaying, in line with the rhythm of the lights. Touch uncomfortable head, sticky head, shake hands to continue to touch the dormitory to the second floor. Tiptoe so as not to wake up the aunt who lives in the dormitory on the second floor.

"Ah", finally arrived at the dormitory door, "bang" hit the iron sheet in the wood door. Really want to open the mouth to break scold 1, but still first, habitually see around have no abnormality. Well, I can't help it. Here, "free and easy" is must have to be a little careful, on every occasion there will be attracted to patrol the teacher or dormitory administrator what. He banged on the door so hard that nobody opened it for me! The window was ajar, and I jumped expertly into the warm, smoke-filled dormitory. He threw the quilt over himself and fell asleep without taking off his shoes.

"Ah! Bo min, what's wrong with you? How to head whole is blood?"