It was at night that I realized that Ellie was missing.
At seven o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang sharply as usual. Pulled me out of my deep sleep. Reluctantly, I put my hand out of bed, turned off the alarm clock and muttered, "Ellie, get up, or you'll be late for class again." Then sleepiness attacked me again, and I fell into a deep sleep again.
When I woke up again, it was almost noon and I began to dress in a hurry. She shouted at the kitchen, "Ellie, why didn't you wake me up?" I'm late again! " "
But no one answered.
I walked out of the room and saw bread, milk and fried eggs on the table. I pinched an egg and put it in my mouth. As usual, it's a little burnt and salty. I casually put them in the microwave oven. I walked around my little room with Ellie, but I didn't find Ellie. I don't care. Ellie has the habit of going out shopping after breakfast. Women, like I said on TV, always have a dress missing from their closet.
I looked at my watch. It's past eleven noon, so I decided not to go to medical school. Anyway, I don't want to continue studying that promising major. I'm too lazy to apply for suspension. I just don't know if Ellie will be unhappy. I take out the things in the microwave oven, read newspapers and recruitment information while eating breakfast, and I must find a job.
I went back to bed after supper. I'm always sleepy recently, I don't get enough sleep, and I wake up groggy. Ellie said I was in a bad state of mind, and I felt the same way. Ironically, I studied medicine myself, but I don't know what happened.
At night, the stars have been scattered in the dark night, and Ellie still hasn't come back.
It's not Ellie's habit. She always comes back to cook dinner for me before six in the evening. It's already 21 o'clock. Her favorite TV series is almost over, and she hasn't arrived home yet.
I kept calling Ellie, but the other end of the phone just told me coldly, "Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is power off." I left my mobile phone on the ground and walked around the room anxiously, like ants on hot bricks.
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It's ten o'clock and Ellie still hasn't come back, so I decided to go out and look for her.
Ellie doesn't have any friends. According to her, her only good friend has emigrated. She doesn't like the feeling of a bunch of people chattering together. She prefers to drink coffee or go shopping alone, in her words, to enjoy life and enjoy the beautiful scenery. Sometimes, I don't understand her thoughts. Drinking coffee is to enjoy life, and shopping is to appreciate beauty. But I won't argue with her about these issues. That's her way of entertaining herself. What I want to do is to make more money and satisfy her preferences.
So, I decided to go to the cafes and shopping malls that Ellie often goes to.
I put on my coat and went out.
When I passed the gate of the community, I saw the old man guarding the door open his mouth to me, as if to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
I searched all the shopping malls and cafes where Ellie might go, but I didn't see Ellie, not even her. I asked the staff in the mall and the waiters in the coffee shop, and they also said that they had never seen Ellie.
At this time, it is almost twenty-four o'clock. The wind at night puffed up my coat, and there was almost no one on the road. The dim street lamp stretched my shadow and threw it on the ground. Looks lonely and pathetic. I decided to go home first. Maybe Ellie has arrived home.
The gate of the community has been closed, and the grandfather who is the guard is taking a nap in the chair of the guard room. Only uncle's dog is still squatting at the door in high spirits. When he saw me, he began to bark at me as if he were on the edge of the enemy.
I patted the door to wake my uncle. Grandpa didn't respond, but the dog got stronger and stronger, ready to pounce on me and tear me to pieces. I'm glad there is an iron gate between me and it, otherwise I'm not sure if I will run away.
Finally, with the help of my persistent knocking at the door and the persistent barking of the dog, my uncle woke up. He came out slowly with the key, but he seemed unconscious. He opened his misty eyes slightly, trying to hold up his eyelids. Grandpa opened the door and said, "Young man. Come back early in the future, it's so late. How unsafe it is outside. " I promised, thinking, uncle, look at this door. I don't think there is much sense of security in the community. I must talk to the property management another day and change the doorman. I can't let my property fee go for nothing.
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