Chapter 302 Aunt's Diary
"What a pity, I'm the only one sleeping on such a big bed tonight.
Two big pillows, one for pillow and one for hug, what a happy single life.
I saw online that putting a pillow under your waist would help prevent a herniated disc. "Is that possible?" I deliberately stretched out my words. "Is it possible to prevent a herniated disc?"
His eyes darkened. "Girl, you knew I was still at work and you were trying to seduce me, right? Okay, next time we'll try the online tutorial on using a pillow and see if it works."
After a few more sweet words, he had to get back to his work, and I hung up the phone reluctantly.
After spending some time together, I have completely accepted the idea that he is my boyfriend, and I feel like I am about to fall in love again.
Fortunately, I think his love brain develops faster than mine. When we are together, we are both immersed in it and have endless fun.
I took out a bottle of yogurt from the plastic bag, then curled up on the sofa and prepared to read my aunt's diary.
WeChat received another new message from Lu Yuanqing.
Sure enough, he sent me five photos, some of me alone and some with Xiao Shiqiu, but it was obvious that they were taken of me.
Is he really interested in me? I didn't think I was that popular at school. How come I broke up with Liang Zicheng and started having so many romantic relationships?
But why didn’t he send me the photo after taking it, nor ask for my contact information?
I replied "Thank you" and ignored him.
I have to take advantage of the fact that I am alone now and read my aunt's diary.
The earliest diary was written by my aunt when she was in junior high school.
Most of the diaries of ordinary junior high school students are just a record of daily events, and my aunt is no exception.
Fortunately, my aunt doesn't write in her diary every day. It's basically the rhythm of "getting up to report when there's something to do and leaving when there's nothing to do."
Sometimes I write one or two days a week, and sometimes I write three or four days a week.
The diary of the first day of junior high school is nothing more than what I did today, how I did on the test, and how my deskmate gave the desk in front of me a pink eraser, but I didn’t give it to her, so she was unhappy, etc.
It's nothing more than the trivial matters of little girls.
I flipped through the diary quickly, and suddenly the content of one day's diary cheered me up.
[My sister's classmate is so handsome and looks like a perfect match for her. Unfortunately, in his eyes, I am still just a little girl who has not grown up.
Why are all the other girls in my class grown up, but I haven’t had that yet?
I looked at the time in the diary, and it should be the year when my aunt was in the second grade of junior high school. So my aunt developed late, and she didn’t have her period in the second grade of junior high school, but her girlish heart began to sprout.
My mother was in the first year of high school at that time, and I was very curious about who her high school classmates were.
I flipped through so many pages and didn't see a name. Damn, why is he so reserved? It's always "him" throughout. What's the sentence for writing someone else's name in a diary? It really frustrates me!
From that entry on, my aunt's diary style changed from a child's trivial daily account to a girl's sad journey through the years.
By the third year of junior high school, some modern love poems were interspersed in the poem. Although they were written in a childish way, it was obvious that my aunt had begun to have a crush on someone.
When my aunt went to high school, she attended the same middle school as my mother, but my mother got in with high scores, while my aunt got in with the lowest score.
When my aunt was in her first year of high school, my mother was in her third year and was preparing for the college entrance examination. She was a famous top student and campus beauty, known as the "Bawanghua" (Bawanghua).
I laughed when I saw it. The term "Police Story" is so appropriate to describe my mother. It turns out that my aunt also thinks my mother is domineering.
[Everyone says they are a perfect match, but he is such a gentle man, shouldn't there be a gentle woman standing by his side?
He likes the romance of poetry and prose, and boring mathematics, physics and chemistry will only drain his talent.
But the Amazon always wants to tutor him in math, physics and chemistry, and has no idea how beautiful his writing is.
Unlike me, I can understand all the emotions in his words.
He should have more in common with me.
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