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    If a person can write good works, he cannot lose his sensitivity to life.

    I lived a decadent life.

    The sign of a person's decadence is nothing more than wasting a lot of youthful time on the Internet.  Then nothing happens all day long.

    After writing (10 years couple), the brain finally protested to me.  It needs time to rest.

    The inspiration for Ten Years of Couples comes from a dream of mine.  I dreamed of the dead bodies of two children.  The horrifying picture made me unable to forget it even after waking up.  So, I decided to use this as the source to continue to extend.  It was finally written (Ten Years Couple).

    Creation is a paradox of excitement and pain.

    My arms are often so tired that I can no longer lift them.  Because of overwork, I also suffered from many diseases.  Obviously can't eat spicy food.  But I want to rely on the strong spicy taste to stimulate my creative desire.

    Baked gluten is my favorite food.

    Think of the days in Shanghai.

    Every time I leave work, I will pass through an intersection.  There is a baked gluten shop at the intersection.  Specializes in selling gluten.  Two dollars a bunch.

    I often patronize when I am hungry.

    Whether it's five o'clock in the afternoon or 12 o'clock in the middle of the night.  As long as its lights exist, I will go to buy them.  Over time, he and the proprietress became friends.

    "Here are three strings of gluten."

    "Okay. Just got off work."

    "Uh-huh¡­"

    "Do you want to add more spice?"

    "Yes Yes¡­"

    "My gluten is different from other people's. I make and sell it myself"

    "Uh-huh¡­"

    Take gluten and eat while walking.  The ones that have just been copied still have the fragrance of cumin.  The haze of the moon is reflected on the ground.

    That is a memory.

    I lived in that place for three years.  Been eating gluten for three years.  Even if it has risen from two to three.  Taste has not changed.

    ? After leaving Shanghai.  Occasionally I will think of that smell.  For this reason, I once ran all over the stalls near the community one night, trying to find it.

    I did not find it.

    I also didn't find the taste of hot dry noodles.  a city.  a memory.

    There are more and more boring days.  So, I am more attached to the aroma of chili than ever before.

    Many unknown pimples began to appear on the face.

    Life has not entered the normal track.

    Seemingly busy every day, in fact, I feel a lot of emptiness.

    I thought I could sleep for three days and three nights when I had time, but I still opened my eyes at six o'clock the next morning.  Rubbing the swollen eyebrows.  I thought, why wake up so soon?  After tossing and turning on the bed for half an hour and still not being able to fall asleep, he picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table.  And discard the book in the same position.

    It is a very thick book.  Two thirds of the way through.

    My lips moved.

    "I'll play for a while, and then I'll see you again." I whispered to the book.

    It just so happened that the little black hair sent me a few videos.

    The network is not very good.

    But I would rather spend the long time waiting for the video to download than look through the books I have forgotten.

    did nothing.

    It was already two o'clock in the afternoon after watching a few videos.  I think I should get some sleep.  Otherwise, I will not have the energy to go to work at night.

    Basically not going out makes me almost isolated from the world.

    Looking at the sun and wildflowers outside through the window.  passerby.  Casting mottled shadows.

    Ordered a takeaway.  Let the merchants put more spice.  It ended up sending me a box of peppers.  Even though the delivery man was ten minutes late, he still gave a positive review.

    We are always warmed in an inadvertent moment.

    I ate that meal for a long time.

    After eating, the chili is not still there.  Like some kind of memorial.

    More and more adapted to the rhythm of another city.  I am more confident than before.

    Will meet a lot of people.  Rubbing shoulders with more strangers.

    Once I flipped through the circle of friends.  I saw a friend who used to be in Shanghai post a vibrato.  Liked it casually.

    I didn't expect her to reply soon.

    "I thought you disappeared."

    Do not know why.  Seeing these words, my heart skipped a beat.

    It turns out that before I knew it, I hadn't posted any text in Moments for two years.

    Many people have sent me messages multiple times to try to delete them.

    This is an experience that cannot be told to others.

    Over the past two years, I've been writing on the web.  I want to prove myself faster.

    (Summer blown by the wind) 4000 visits.  The number of people is increasing, but I am more confused than before.

    Because I don't know what to write.  The future direction is short, long, medium-length, or prose Mainly on the Internet, I still want to submit articles to magazines.  Do you want to create a public account, or contribute to the public account

    Two years is just a transition from 2016 to 2018.  I went from 26 to 28 years old.  Interspersed with the hardships of life.

    I work 12 hours a day but only get a pitiful salary. In addition to watching the face of the leader, I also have to worry about not making mistakes at work.

    I am even more worried about my inaction as I am getting old.

    I cut leeks for an hour, and the smell of leeks is all over my hands.  I hate the smell.  So, I washed desperately under the tap, washed desperately

    It cannot be washed off.  It seems to be deeply rooted.

    I listened to the sound of rushing waterit was already dark outsidethe day passed like this

    I know that the smell of leeks will eventually disappear.  Some memories will never be forgotten.  And I will eventually walk out of this long and lonely rain alley, clear away the heavy fog, and the future will give me the clearest answer in the distance.

    I will not lose my sensitivity to life.

    Because I want to succeed more than ever.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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