Get up, after eating, it is almost 1 pm, drink some coffee, and start reciting "Walden Pond".
I don't know how long it took, but at the moment when I heard the sound, I reflexively looked up to the window sill, and the pigeon that had just landed flew away in shock. The unintentionally captured figures flicker across your eyes, and you wait patiently, hoping that one day they will adapt to your sight. I remember Thoreau said that one day when he was working in the field, a sparrow fell on his shoulder, and he regarded it as the highest honor. You don't expect them to fall on your shoulders while reading, you just hope that one day you won't escape because of your quiet eyes.
I don't know how long it has passed, you are leaning against the wall of the balcony, with the window in front of you. Pause for a while from the recitation, and read the content quietly. The sunlight buried in the smog is pale and weak, gently supporting the wall behind you like a willow. Suddenly you hear a sound, you know it is coming, but you are not sure if it is the one from yesterday, or the one that flew away just now. You suppress your sight and don't let it catch it, you are afraid that it will startle it away again. Pretending to be nothing, you start to read the philosophy of the book at a normal speed. In order for it to adapt to your voice, you want it to be startled by your voice. It's also an important step in the relationship-building process. You thought it must be gone, but when you looked up, you found that it was still watching intently outside the window. You keep on studying. When you can't see it, start walking around, and then, discover that it has just been blocked by the aluminum frame of the window. However, this time it really scared it away, and it left without knowing when. Perhaps the last time I noticed your gaze. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com