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.
