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    It took five days to write a short story.  It seems that I have lost my patience, and I am unwilling to touch the subject matter of the novel.

    The mentality is unstable.

    More and more impatient.

    I can't calm down.

    It is the first time to write about love in the Republic of China era.  And the main character is a cheating woman.  The choice of characters is limited by experience and experience.  The portrayal is not deep.  I find it weird to read it myself.

    over thinking.  A splitting headache.

    Fiction is the most difficult of all genres to write.  It takes a long time.  Maybe as you write, you will lose your original conception style.  In the end, I fell into a desperate situation and chose to give up.

    I like short stories.

    Because the story is short.

    Can exercise my language simplification.

    (If life is only as it was first seen) This title is the name of a TV series I accidentally saw when I was searching on the Internet.  Suddenly the brain flashed.  Just try to write.  Try to think about a lot of beginnings and endings.  The result is written like this.  I also hope that everyone will bear with me.

    The weather is warm.

    The flowers on the roadside are all blooming.

    Walking on the road.  People took off their cotton clothes.  Put on a light coat.

    Eyes hurt badly.

    Insomnia began to follow like a shadow again.

    The shadow of the tree outside the window is the trace of the dream.

    In the clear time of day.  Has anyone walked through this window.  It's windy, has anyone shut it down?  It exists by itself.  The master has gone far away.

    The blue curtains fluttered.

    The dirt that hasn't been washed for many years is deposited.

    A long corridor.  The silent crowd.  Noisy going up and down.

    I haven't been to the vegetable market for a long time.

    Still full of voices.

    I am here.  Rubbing shoulders with strangers.  Taste the sorrow and joy on their faces.

    Fish swim in the water.

    The uncle who sells vegetables warmly welcomes customers.

    "Sell it cheaper?"

    A customer haggles over a price.

    "Sister, the market for selling vegetables is not good now. You only earn 20 cents for a catty of vegetables and you are very tired."

    "Then why don't you change careers"

    "I'm getting old and I can't find a way out."

    The joy of talking and laughing is full of sadness.

    I don't know what to buy.

    I took cucumbers and spinach at hand.

    Never ask them the price.

    The uncle took the dish and put it on the scale.

    "Is it okay to buy one for 10 yuan"

    "OK." I said.

    As a result, I bought a large plastic bag of spinach.

    After all, you can't finish it, it's wasted.

    Go to the stall selling meat.

    "Boss, buy meat for 15 yuan. I want to make dumplings." I said.  He will not ask him the unit price of the meat.

    "OK."

    The meat stall owner cuts the meat.

    Exactly 15 yuan.  There was a smug look on his face.

    I don't like eating dumplings.  But I like making dumplings.

    Green leeks are paired with fresh meat, and two eggs are beaten, and they are tightly blended together.  Garnish with sesame oil.  The dough must be bought, and the wrapped dumplings are the same size.  Arranged neatly on the dining table.

    My family mainly eats pasta.  But many people don't believe that I can steam steamed buns.  Knead the dough and make breakfast cakes.

    ? Even if the food is not delicious, the appearance is not good.

    When I was young, I once took advantage of my mother's absence.  A pot of steamed buns was steamed.

    Really gave my mother a surprise.

    While opening the lid of the pot excitedly, she praised me for my ability.  All the beautiful phantoms were only after she tasted the first mouthful of steamed buns.

    Dad just walked into the kitchen.  She seems to have found a savior.

    "Your daughter made it with a heart. You have to eat it anyway."

    My full expectation turned into a failure.

    Wait until I grow up gradually.  There are people selling steamed buns in the streets and alleys.  Mom doesn't steam it at home.  All bought off the shelf.

    The steamed buns I bought are very white and puffy.

    Once, I ate 5 steamed buns.  This was probably the biggest meal I've ever eaten.

    When I was young, my favorite snacks were probably spicy strips, instant noodles, fudge and popsicles.

    Fifty cents a bag of spicy strips wrapped in steamed buns to eat.

    When I was in junior high school and high school.  Often steamed buns are old godmothers.

    I prefer to eat Laoganma.  Even if you eat it every time, you will inevitably have a lot of acne on your face.

    But still can't change my firmness to it.

    The taste that has accompanied me for many years.

    Henan stewed noodles are also quite famous.

    Just count the best ones made by my mother.  During the holidays, the sauced pork knuckle made by my mother is also very attractive.

    It has always been my favorite food.

    Mom has prepared a lot this year.  But I couldn't go back because of something.  She was rather disappointed.

    Last year, the stewed pork and crispy pork brought from my hometown were kept in the refrigerator and eaten all summer.

    Ham sausage, grilled sausage, I am tired of this kind of food.

    Free time.  I like to walk the streets.

    At night, the stars are shining brightly.

    The night market is more attractive.

    The supermarket closest to home is RT-Mart.

    Of course, it is not as prosperous as Shanghai.

    Next to the supermarket is a square.

    In the evening, it is destined to be a group of aunts singing and dancing in the square.

    On the way to and from, I will buy a few skewers of roasted gluten and eat them while walking.  The wind in the city has a cool chill.

    I will eventually forget the past.  Back to life now.

    Once, I put a film on the mobile phone at the stall next to the supermarket.

    The stall owner is putting on a film for a fat woman.

    The woman seemed particularly hypocritical.

    "I just bought the iPhone 7. I didn't look at it when I bought it. There was no film on it. The screen almost broke"

    No one spoke to me.

    "At that time, I wanted to buy other colors, and this color was left"

    "You have to post it seriously, the iPhone 7 you just boughtpost the most expensive one for me"

    I stood by and always felt that it sounded uncomfortable.

    People have the capital to show off.  What does it have to do with me.

    Anyway, I can't afford an Apple phone.

    It is good to have a mobile phone.

    The stall owner spent 20 minutes putting on the film for the fat woman.

    spend the same price.  It only served me for five minutes.

    I silently took the phone.

    Walk in the wind.  I don't feel lost.  Saw dim lights from buildings in the distance.  Free, undisciplined.

    I am in Wuxi.

    I use a low-priced domestic mobile phone.

    very happy.

    very happy.

    I sang songs and danced.

    I like this city.

    If you never betray

    I will depend on life and death (remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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