I have a neighbor who is twelve years old and is called "no brains". His name is Mindless, and people can have brains. The head is quite big, the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, which are many. He is also smart at reading and can never be brainless. Everyone called him brainless, because he discounted everything he remembered, and the shortcomings were fractional. This kid visits my house a lot. Played for a long time and left. I just closed the door, bang bang bang, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and saw that I was out of my mind. "Sorry, I forgot my schoolbag." He took off his hat and gloves, and went into the house to find his schoolbag. He found the bag and left. As soon as I closed the door, bang bang bang, there was another knock on the door. I opened the door and looked at it, but I was still clueless. "Sorry, I forgot my hat." He went into the house, found the hat, and left. As soon as I closed the door, bang bang bang, there was another knock on the door. This time I opened the door, and without looking at who it was, I shoved a pair of gloves out: "No brains, yours, take it!" I went in again to see, isn't that his schoolbag? Mostly he came back to look for the hat, and left the schoolbag again.

On his twelfth birthday, I brought a big bag to his house. Without thinking, he opened his eyes and said: "Cough, uncle, why did you give me so many things? Mom, look, uncle gave me pencils, notebooks - even wrote my names - balls, gloves, handkerchiefs, " "The Story of Luo Wenying"...Uncle, I can't wear this hat..." Without thinking, his mother said, "Then why don't you thank me?" I said, "No thanks, it's all about him. My own." His mother couldn't help sighing after hearing this, and said to him, "Look at how stupid you are, how can you do big things when you grow up, alas, how can you do it when you grow up!" One night, his house was under "martial law". what? Sitting down and doing homework without the mind, I can't find the exercise book. One large drawer and four small drawers on the table were pulled out, and the contents were all over the place. The younger brother and sister saw that something was wrong, and immediately crept out of the house. The four-year-old fat man stood at the door of the house, and when he saw someone coming, he waved his hand and told him not to ring. Brothers and sisters all know that as soon as the elder brother can't find anything, he must vent his anger with them: "My book, 80% of you will take it away!" "You guys have been arguing all the time, and my head has fainted, and I don't know where to put the book. Go!" "Go away, go away, don't get in your way!"

All of a sudden, things turned out on the table, on the bed, and on the ground. The eraser that I didn't find for a long time the day before was turned out; the pencil that I couldn't find the day before yesterday was turned out; the pencil case that I couldn't find for a long time yesterday was turned out; the ruler that I couldn't find for a long time this morning was turned out, but I can't find it now An exercise book waiting to be used. Mindless so tired! He sat down on the chair, hey, what's on his ass? When he touched it, wasn't the exercise book in his butt pocket? Without a sigh of relief, I just wanted to do my homework. But what about textbooks? It was still on the table just now, and now the table is full of books, where can I find it? I lost my mind and lost my breath, staring at the messy house in a daze.