It seems that everyone's life has a script, and every family's story also has a fixed timeline.
How many things does a person need to experience in his life to be considered real growth? Lin Mo didn't know, but she sealed the most mature self, and what she presented to outsiders was still the innocent and lovely Lin Mo who seemed to be out of the world. As the internet says, what you see of me is only what I want you to see. Take off the disguised mask, you may not be able to accept the real me, in fact Lin Mo himself may not be able to accept the real me.
Graduation, employment, Mrs. Lin's illness, unemployment, re-employment, re-employment, re-employment. It seems that the things that should not have been completed in the same year were all squeezed into the same year, and the courage to make troubles disappeared. It seemed that even the motivation to complete the dream also drifted away. Lin Mo suddenly thought, how about Just live the life that you thought you could see the end at a glance, at least you won't starve to death. But how long can the lack of soul really last? It's just a process of self-salvation.
Lin Mo re-logged into his dust-laden author account. It seems that he has never logged in under this id since he graduated from high school, and even the password Lin Mo forgot. After opening the backstage, Lin Mo remembered that he was also a famous figure on campus. Although not everyone knew everyone, Lin Mo thought that his high school life was exciting enough. It seems that the gloomy life has brought a glimmer of light because of the past. Who said it's hard to overcome sorrow and joy? Isn't the process of self-healing a process of self-transition?
However, when facing the backstage, the light of hope once again disappeared before Lin Mo's eyes. All she could think about was why she was the only one living like this in the whole world? All I can think about is why I am so miserable? She is no longer the same as before, writing like a god, and her mind is even more empty. Distraught, she couldn't bear to close it, she didn't know when she would have the courage to open the creative backstage next time, maybe, what if it never appeared again?
[When are you coming back?] I miss you a little bit. ]
[I still have some things to deal with here, and I may not go back soon. ¡¿
Unknowingly, Lin Mo remembered the conversation he had with Mr. Z a long time ago. It seemed that some inspiration was breaking out of the cocoon, but another force was pressing it back.
Secret love seems to be an eternal topic, and it is an inherent routine of romance novels. It should have been Lin Mo's source of inspiration. But for some reason, Lin Mo doesn't seem to think about Mr. Z that much now, and even Mr. Z's appearance feels a bit blurred.
Lin Mo finally wrote on the draft, "I would like to use this book to commemorate the youth we have been together". A lot of words were scratched and written, written and scratched, after all, her mind was still not here.
The Huabei bills in the mobile phone, like the growing troubles, are getting bigger and bigger. Lin Mo knows that she will never be overwhelmed by Huabei bills, because she will not let herself suffer from excessive consumption, but the troubles are different. Facing this unknown thing, Lin Mo changed from her original expectations to Lost the courage to face it.
I remember that not long ago, Lin Mo and Aike said: "If I can count the Tarot cards now, I will not count the Tarot cards. I will leave some mystery and hope for my future life." But the truth is that Lin Mo doesn't know If you calculate a bad result again, what kind of mood will you use to meet the known bad result. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com