This is not a description, it is a statement of fact.

He suddenly sat up, picked up a bottle of licorice tablets, poured out one, stared, held it in his mouth, then closed his eyes and meditated.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying to be brave." Xiaoqiang reacted and put on a business smile. "Cousin, what are you doing here?"

"Seeing how pitiful you are, I'll give you a cup of hot milk."

"Oh, thank you."

"The milk is here for you. Remember to drink it while it's hot. I'm going to bed." Zhang Ming put down the milk and walked out.

Xiaoqiang picked up the hot milk and took a tentative sip. There was no strange taste. The hot sweet milk finally felt less uncomfortable. He found a note under the milk, with two words on it.

Character:

truce?

Zhang Ming was lying on the bed, scrolling through his phone, and a WeChat message popped up.

"Truce, but remember, this doesn't mean I'm afraid of you!"

"This boy."

Zhang Ming smiled and threw the phone aside, preparing to go to sleep. But after a while, the phone began to vibrate again, and it kept buzzing for a while.

Who is it again?

I opened my phone and saw that it was a group of junior high school classmates I had not contacted for a long time. They were discussing a class reunion.

Zhang Ming has not had much contact with his junior high school classmates since graduation. He hasn't seen them for five or six years, and his memory has become a bit blurry.

He muted his cell phone, threw it aside and continued to sleep.

The bedroom became dark.

A few minutes later, Zhang Ming suddenly opened his eyes, turned on his mobile phone, and entered the group of junior high school classmates.

"Can you add me? I'm Zhang Ming."

After saying this, Zhang Ming got out of bed and stood by the window. It happened that a full moon was in the sky.
Chapter completed!