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Chapter 151 2021 Chinese New Year = Home + Waves

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    Chapter 151 "2021 Chinese New Year = Home + Waves"

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    "Mom's 'dog', what do you want to eat today?"

    "Thank you, please call me 'cat'?"

    For a mother who is used to calling her child a "dog" because she is from Shanxi, the seven days of the new year is to try to cook a big meal for her child; but for my daughter who likes cats but hates dogs, the seven days of the new year are either  Either stay at home like a cat and enjoy the quietness of being alone; or walk alone with a bag on your back like a cat, without anyone with you, so as not to disturb the fun and freedom of being alone.

    Let's talk about "home" first. I have been the ultimate home girl since I was a child. During a summer vacation, I stayed at home for seven consecutive days, reading books, watching TV, and surfing the Internet.  Fortunately, when I graduated from university, I belatedly awakened to writing ¡õ¡õ. Since then, writing and writing has become the greatest joy for me to forget everything and immerse myself in my own small world!

    Probably because I can think too wildly, and my imagination and emotions are beyond ordinary people's richness. The happiest thing is to continue my novel journey.  Some people also asked me how much money I made from writing novels, and I still answered the same sentence: "Writing for fun, not for profit."

    This is my understanding of my own novels, not to cater to the market, not to please the audience, but to condense the stories I think on my fingertips and on the keyboard.  Even if it is slightly obscure, not necessarily understandable to readers, or conforms to the characteristics of "fast food style", "shuangwen" and "Mary Su" in current Internet literature, I insist on myself and use a simple and rude sentence, that is,  : "The plot is up to me, I am in charge of the character design, and don't want me to change the knife holder's neck!"

    This is where my obsession with writing lies. I hate to compromise my own aesthetics and compromise with the outside world.  And when I write, I often write about myself crying, or thinking about it at will, and my eyes can't help but start to feel sore This is also often complained about by my mother, especially when she told me to eat, but I kept begging like crazy:  "Mom, I beg you! I'm so passionate, let me finish writing this paragraph! I'll wash the pot for you! OK?"

    My mother got angry a long time ago, saying that I made up so much that I didn't think about eating.  But thinking about being too lazy to argue with me during the Chinese New Year, he said indifferently: "Don't stay at home, go out for a walk by yourself, and change your mind."

    This brings me to "waves", which is another thing I like very much besides writing, that is, walking alone and rejecting everyone's company.  I've never been afraid of being alone, or lingering in and out of being alone.  Even before I started writing, I acted alone like a cat.  So this Spring Festival, I turned on the "runaway" mode again, with about 10,000 steps a day.  On New Year's Day, on a whim, I moved to Wenjing Park.  Due to the epidemic, I don't go to shopping malls and other crowded places. First, I'm afraid of risks, and second, I think it's too noisy.  Speaking of Wenjing Park, which carries many memories of my childhood, I haven¡¯t been there since junior high school.  Now that I have been working for more than a year, I revisited my old place, and many scenes have changed.

    For example, the "Tomb of Mrs. Wang of the Western Han Dynasty" that I was deeply impressed by when I was a child. I was confused when I read the epitaph when I was eight or nine years old. Let alone understand it now, I also feel that life and death in ancient times are unpredictable, but modern society is civilized and free.  This is the most obvious constant.  There are also changes. For example, there is a game place in the park originally named "Physical Paradise". When I was in the second grade, I paid 5 yuan for a ticket to go in and play. However, the equipment inside is all climbing.  After a few blows, I retreated, which made my father angry and almost left me there.  Now looking at the games that stumped me at that time, such as crawling, stepping on wood, etc., I think I can try it!  But the small print on the device interrupted my thoughts: "Not for use by adults."

    Well, God's will, it seems that I have nothing to do with these guys who have been dismantled long ago.

    However, revisiting Wenjing Park is still a very meaningful holiday outing for me.  At least I can fully feel that when I grow up, I am no longer afraid of those crap.  In addition, the streets during the Chinese New Year are basically deserted, and it seems to have been reduced to an "empty city".  All kinds of shops have lost the hustle and bustle of the past, and there are no people coming and going on the street, which makes me cherish this tranquility.  Occasionally, I heard birds chirping on the branches, and even a few bold ones were looking for food under my nose.  At this time, I couldn't help but stop and stare at the noon sun shining brightly on their furry bodies, and vaguely smell the breath of new spring and the fragrance of life.

    Occasionally, I get greedy, so I go to the small supermarket on the street to buy some snacks that I can only steal from my parents. I spread a plastic bag on a public bench to rest my legs, take off my mask, wipe my hands, and eat well.  Relish, while bathing in the warm spring sun One word: cozy!

    In this way, the balance of the seven-day holiday in "House and the Wave" is gradually insufficient.  Basically spend some time in the morning, stay at home in the rest of the time, write things, wash pots, and spend time with parents in the "three-piece" mode.  Alas, the joy of collecting the red envelopes has not faded, "receiving the sheep"ah no, the day to take back my cat is coming.  Before vacationIn the evening, my mother and I were chatting, she smelled my face for a long time, and said that it felt like you hadn¡¯t been back for a few days, why are you going out to ¡°move bricks¡± again?

    "Meow, no matter how cute the cat is, you have to move the bricks. If you don't move the bricks, where will you and my dad eat the steamed bowls and beef from my unit?"

    "Oh, my dogah no, the cat has grown up and can support itself and earn money to support us."

    When my mother hugged me, I always felt that in her eyes, a dignified 24-year-old girl suddenly became a two- or three-year-old kitten

    This is my 2021 Spring Festival. It¡¯s plain and simple. I¡¯m just sitting around at home, and then being hugged and fed by my mother. The days go by day by day. Do you think it¡¯s going fast?

    But even if it is fast, we can only run, move forward, and struggle together with time, and return to our hometown occasionally. Remember to spend more time with your parents and do something you really like by the way.

    ?February 19, 2021 (remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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