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001 Thunderbolt

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    ?I have always paid attention to self-cultivation and self-cultivation, and I am indifferent to fame and fortune. My life is very leisurely and comfortable.  In addition to daily work and necessary housework, get used to writing.  Occasionally, when the body and mind are exhausted, I will play games to relax the heartstrings.  In general, my life is very regular.  Although most of the time, money is quite tight, but I am quite satisfied with this ordinary life, and I can even be said to be addicted to it.

    Under normal circumstances, there will be no surprises.  As usual, I send my children to school, then go to work, and write books whenever I have free time.  Of course, it didn't take long to develop the writing habit.

    I have been thinking about such a question: "What is the purpose of human life?" For fame?  For profit?  After the accidental death of the youngest female department-level cadre in the city in our unit, it didn't take long for it to fade out of people's sight.  I've always wondered how long it would be for her children to remember her?  What's more, her children are not immortal.  Under the tide of market economy, the role of money is becoming more and more significant.  There are quite a few people preaching: Is there anything in this world that money cannot buy?  Driven by the ideology of "all things look at money", even socialist China continues to produce millionaires, tens of millions, and even billionaires.  However, there is also a saying in China: "Money is something outside the body. If you don't bring it with you when you are born, you don't take it with you when you die."  Even a billionaire, how long can people remember him after his death?  Therefore, "chasing fame and fortune" is not what a wise man does.  That being the case, where is the "value of life" reflected?

    Such doubts have been bothering me.  At a class reunion, the former class teacher gave us a copy of his book "Scholar Singing".  Holding a brand new book in my hand, I was as excited as a thirsty traveler in the desert who suddenly found an oasis.  By accident, I finally discovered my purpose in life, and I finally found out where my "value in life" lies.

    After returning, I immediately started writing.  The idea at that time was very simple. As long as what I wrote could bring happiness or inspiration to one person, then I would realize the value of my life.  Therefore, I wrote in my author's introduction: "If I can give my dear readers a little fun, I will not waste my life!" This is definitely my true opinion.

    I was lucky, because my debut novel "Returning the Soul and Saving the World" was favored by 17k and was successfully published.  On the day of the publication, while I was excited, I strengthened my belief in writing.  In my impression, it should be on the second day that the click-through rate exceeded 300, that is, on that day, my work was listed on the Baidu search engine.  As the click-through rate soared, some web games began to use "Returning Souls to Save the World" to increase their popularity, and finally the work even appeared on Baidu Encyclopedia and Sogou Encyclopedia.

    However, my creation is definitely not for "fame and fortune", so I have never applied for a contract, and I solemnly declare to the enthusiastic book friends who follow me: "Never post VIP chapters!" Remember, I once said in a reply:  "It is not easy to continue to create without any remuneration."

    "persist in"?  No, actually, "writing" has become an integral part of my life.  I "write" every day, except for very special cases, when I really don't have a chance to touch the computer, and I will stop writing for a day or two occasionally.  I set a minimum target for myself: at least 3000 words per day!

    It really didn't take long.  Before my writing had lasted a year, I got a call.

    "Brother (in the same family, but it has been three or four generations, so he is a distant cousin), what's the matter?" My tone was very relaxed at the time, and I didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all.

    "You'd better be mentally prepared."

    It can be heard that the cousin's tone is very dull.  I immediately realized something was wrong, and my heart skipped a beat.  "What happened, what happened?" I asked tentatively in a slightly trembling tone.

    "Your father has been feeling a little unwell recently. He went to the hospital for an examination. The situation may be a little bit bad." The cousin's words were still dull.

    I froze for a moment, and then a deep worry came to my heart.  First he told me to "be mentally prepared", and then he emphasized that "the situation is not good". Could it be, could it be I really dare not think about it anymore.  I could clearly feel my heart trembling.  For a while, I actually forgot to take over what my cousin said.

    Seeing that I had been silent for a long time, my cousin had no choice but to continue to speak: "It may be cancer"

    "Boom" Hearing this, I felt as if my head had exploded suddenly, and my whole soul was blown away.  My mind went blank.  This was definitely a "bolt from the blue", and I, who was not mentally prepared, was immediately hacked.  My mind is a mess, I can't figure out whether I am innocent at all.?Do you believe it, or are you overwhelmed?  Anyway, when the word "cancer", which I dare not imagine, fell on my father, I fell into a state of almost sluggishness.

    I don't know how long it took before I remembered my cousin's hasty shout again.

    The long silence made my cousin realize something was wrong, so on the other end of the phone, he kept calling my name anxiously.  After I answered, my cousin let out a heavy sigh of relief.  "Don't worry too much, the test results haven't come out yet. Now I just know that Uncle (the name for my father) has a tumor in his throat. As for whether it is benign or malignant, it is not sure yet." Of course my cousin can understand at this time  My mood, so I kindly comforted me.

    Not to mention, this kind of comfort is really helpful for a medical layman like me.  That's right, tumors can be divided into benign and malignant. It seems a little too much for me to be so worried before the results come out.  Forcibly suppressing the anxiety and panic in my heart, I thanked my cousin in the most normal tone and chatted for a while, then hung up the phone a little uneasy.

    A regular life is the easiest to break. After answering this unexpected phone call, my life gradually became chaotic.  Later, the abnormal updates of "Returning the Soul and Saving the World" all started from this.  The "bolt from the blue" brought about by this call disrupted not only my writing habits, but also my normal life.  But for this call, I can't hate it at all, because without this call, I would not be able to know the real physical condition of my father who is working in Zhejiang in time.  To some extent, I have to thank my cousin who made the call.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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