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    One benefit of a bad memory.

    Buy something online, turn off your phone, and forget about it.  After n days, the courier delivered to the door, and when I opened it, wow, it was exactly what I wanted!

    There is a feeling of surprise and surprise.

    In the state of thinking that things are usually impossible, such a sense of happiness is usually magnified.

    There's nothing wrong with that, after all, only you know what you really like.

    It was rare to have a late sleep, and then opened the curtains, and saw the courier boy hurried into the yard.  Before he rang the doorbell, he opened the door, wow.

    He handed a box to me. I checked the name and address, and I said thank you and planned to close the door.  He suddenly said, "Wait a minute, don't close the door." His tone was a little rushed.

    Is it payable and haven't paid yet?  Or do you have something to talk about?

    He pointed to the moped with many boxes piled up outside the yard, "There are all your packages on it." Then he went out to pick it up.

    Watch him move a dozen boxes and thick paper envelopes.  He was still muttering, it's all yours, it's all yours.

    I really can't remember what I bought, so many.

    I thanked him very embarrassedly, and he left, the sound of the moped was very relaxed.

    Squat at the door and start unpacking, books, books, books.  There are thick piles after piles, when did you get nervous?

    Disassembled to the end, buried in a pile of packing boxes, paper bags and plastic film.  The smell of new books is very good, and the smell of new books will continue to spread on the bookshelf for a long time.

    When I was about to tidy up the mess, I tripped over a familiar envelope bag.

    Open it up, the plant-printed paper, petals and grass clippings can be seen in the texture.  Wrap it in a foggy white soft sweater.  The red and white rope is tied in a cross and ends in a chic knot.  It is printed on the seal, so I am happy.

    Well, I remembered, I saw a photo the other day, I liked it very much, I bought it excitedly, and then I forgot about it.

    There is of course a gap between the real object and the photo.  The gap between the seller's show and the buyer's show can be like a natural moat.  This time it was fine.

    ? I thought it was pure white, but it was actually a nude color with a bit of haze.  The size is also larger than expected, but it can be concealed by rolling and side tucking.  The material is unexpectedly good, it feels very comfortable and warm, and it is a very necessary texture in winter.

    Tomorrow it will be more than 20 degrees, and this place is probably forgotten by winter.

    See, I'm not the only one who forgets.

    When I went to buy coffee, I was in a daze and my makeup was gone, I think.  The black mask I don't want to take off is probably the last bastion.

    Looking up, although the person who took the order is very familiar, but the person never smiles, and never says a word.

    It's okay, I don't want to talk today, let alone put on a special expression.

    At least politeness is still required, the mask is removed, she has already taken out the paper cup and started writing, it is the kind of combination I drink every day.

    I lowered my head and was about to pay, when I heard, "I'm late today."

    I looked up to make sure she was talking to me.  Although there is still no expression, but looking at me has the meaning of inquiring.  Or, it's my personal concern.

    Can't help laughing, yes, if I don't drink any more, I'll miss it, and I'll have a headache again in the afternoon.

    The corners of her mouth curved slightly, putting my cup in front of the list.  Turning around, she returned to her original appearance.

    If you don't drink coffee in the morning, your head will explode and hurt in the afternoon, which is quite addictive.  It's not bad either, it's some way of reminding me not to forget.

    Back home, the courier boy stood at the door with a basket of flowers in his hand.

    Geez, I saw a circle of friends while drinking coffee. The little girl in the flower shop inserted this basket, and asked several times if anyone could take it home?  Pay as soon as your brain is hot, and this has already been delivered?

    Also, as agreed before, why don¡¯t you buy fresh cut flowers?

    What else did I promise before?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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