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Past, present, Future

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    If you can cut your life into countless pieces.  Then develop with time as the horizontal axis.  The vertical axis is the development track of life.  Arranged in front of you are dense numbers of irrelevant numbers.

    until now.  I have no memorable events, no memorable days.  Some are nothing but sad past events.

    I am a person with a bad memory.  But sometimes, the memory is surprisingly good.  Can remember many details that are overlooked.

    I was born in October of the lunar calendar.  It snowed heavily the day I was born.  The weather is cold.

    Perhaps from the moment I came into this world, it indicates that my life will be guided by this magic number.

    I like even numbers.

    Especially ten.

    My grandfather was a corrupt intellectual.  Even if he is full of money.

    He is patriarchal.

    The expression is serious.  Never seen him smile.  There are few words.

    Even if he accompanied his mother to her natal home after the Spring Festival every year, my grandfather would only come out to socialize for a while, in a casual way, here he is.

    So no more words.

    My grandpa was a domineering killer.  I want to be the master of everything big and small.  When I was young, I used to be the captain of the production team. After contracting production to the household, those days are gone forever.  The bad habits left on him only eased as he got older.  He tried to reconcile with his descendants.  No longer speak like a high-ranking king.  And like a vulnerable old man eroded by the years.

    Yes.  They are over seventy years old.  The gray-haired age did not enjoy the family happiness.  Instead, he continues to dedicate his life like an old cow who refuses to admit defeat.

    Unfortunately, I did not inherit my mother's optimist character, but instead inherited my father's indecisive character.

    I have lived with my mother for 19 years.

    Throughout my childhood, adolescence.

    When I feel extremely sad and heartbroken, the first person that comes to mind is my mother.

    I still don't want to admit that I am more and more like her.

    And leaving her has always been my childhood longing.

    Finally, at 19, I left her.

    And this departure made us no longer have a reason to get together.

    We live in different cities, and the telephone contact is slowly decreasing.  The work is getting more and more busy, and I have not been in touch for a month or even two months.

    I know she loves me.

    He didn't take the initiative to call me, but he was afraid that I would dislike her.  I often say things that make her sad.

    Thinking about it now is actually a kind of guilt.

    I am not a filial child.  I can't make my parents proud of me. When they mention me, they look excited.

    When I finished writing (I would like to stay by your side), after so many days of exhaustion, my body finally resisted me.

    Pimples keep popping up on my face.

    Lying in bed, you can sleep for three days and three nights.

    Never been so tired.

    Consciousness is fuzzy.

    A little decadent.

    Ordered ten magazines online.  But he didn't bother to look through it.  Don't know what's on your mind?  Disorganized, depressed mood.

    I have been in contact with a studio for a long time.

    If you don't need to update 6,000 words a day, you can write part-time.

    The days are chaotic.

    Accidentally mentioned it with a person who worked together.

    "You are much better than before. I remember at the beginning when you said what time to make a sample, it must be what time. Now I know how to accommodate."

    An innocuous sentence when it seems boring.

    Some memories are bad.

    When I think about it occasionally, I feel sad.

    The job I do is low-level, and my family background is not good.  Very few people around me look at me in a different way.

    When I first came in to work, although I tried my best to cater to some people, most of the eyes I got were unkind.

    Being pregnant is like being pregnant, you will only notice it after a long time.

    I am not good at expressing myself.  And my ability is really average.

    The unsatisfactory experience has become my sensitivity to life.

    And sensitivity is the source of my creation.

    Later he said that some customers had urgent needs and had to make them.

    ? even though he knew it was a lie.

    But still quite surprised.

    When he did not hesitate to lie at the cost of finding a reasonable excuse for the past, instead of saying it in a vow, I'll be like this, you don't care.?.

    It means that he has realized his mistake.

    Know how to think about other people.

    Although I don't have much contact with the people around me, I can guess their personalities and behaviors from their few words.

    Can't judge who is good and who is not?  All running for life.

    I often reflect on my behavior.

    I don't trouble others easily.  Feel guilty if you bother others.

    You can also read sadness and sadness from other people's facial expressions.

    The future is out of reach.

    And writing is still something I insist on.

    I can't be so decadent.

    In this regard, I have the following requirements for myself.

    1. Spend no more than half an hour on your phone every day.  (Except writing, reading.)

    2. Persist in reading and writing every day.

    3. Put an end to irrelevant social tools, and do not browse messy news.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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