Chapter 793: Pitch (18)

Blue Mandala: Pitch (Varu Araan)

（18）

Bing'er said: Why did you show up online and not reply in the past two days?

――You want to talk to me with a trumpet again, don't you laugh at me?

-- It's not a joke, it's an expression of affection. ：）

――Do you feel frustrated?

――A little bit. But it's still very gratifying to know that you don't pay attention to color and light friends.

Do you know why I've been talking to strangers for the past six months? Just to make him jealous. Now there's no drama, and I'm not interested in talking to people anymore, so it doesn't matter if I'm invisible or not. I didn't bother to reply to a word at all.

- Hehe, it's a lustful friend (⊙o⊙)!

-- Isn't it okay to be lustful and light friends? Are you still using a computer for fear of the fetus being affected?

Wouldn't it be worse if you weren't in a bad mood if you didn't go online?

- You asked him.

- Who?

- Your baby, he won't move if he agrees. You won't have trouble breathing.

- Okay, please~ come and see me.

I thought to myself, what is so nice about a pregnant woman? I laughed, remembering that when I was pregnant, I had to use a needle to tighten my waist in my mother's suit, and the last half a month was just right. One is beige and the other is purple, and my mother said: You wear both colors and your face looks very white, so give it to you.

I laughed and said, "How is it possible?" The child was born with a deflated stomach, and I would never wear such a big waist in my life.

Mom was the richest at that time, with a waist of 2 feet 7, and her husband is now the same size. So I've been laughing at my husband for being pregnant.

Mom was also the same rhetoric of "you know what's going on when you're my age" back then, and now I have to admit that it's hard for me to gain weight, and now she says that I won't be so proud when I'm in my 60s.

Who knows? Maybe I'll still be a pretty famous grandmother by then! haha~

Maybe there will be a book friend who has become an academician of literature, a professor of literature or linguistics at a university, or the president of the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and will recommend this book to the Nobel Prize for Literature jury? Anyway, no matter how laughing, scolding, and coaxing, my life is the same, and my mood will not change much.

Bing'er said that Qing'er was stimulated, because the "lifelong childlessness and pregnancy in terror" I wrote was reflected in her, she was pregnant before marrying the Japanese man who looked like Tomokazu Miura, and she had an abortion behind her parents' back, and she was of course disgusted that I would not be able to understand the true meaning of life when I said that.

To be sure, although every word I say may not have a source, every thought expressed is recognized and recited by many people, and I am just teaching someone with ease. Only for one person, if someone else has feelings, it's just pure coincidence.

If you don't agree that it's good to laugh at it, there's no need to be honest with me, after all, I'm not writing an academic report. In many cases, mood journaling is really just a vehicle for self-venting and self-enlightenment, and if you find a sentence in a chapter that is either open or heart-wrenching, then the time is not wasted.