Chapter 1116: Distance (11)

Hedgehog Love: Distance (Varu Alan)

（11）

On Saturday, my husband worked overtime and his son went to school, and it was rare to have a day when I didn't look at stocks and no one was at home, so I got up at four o'clock, and I was busy at QQ Farm first, and then I started writing. I wrote a chapter and sent it in, but it didn't show up.

After 7 o'clock, my son left and told my husband that I went to sleep and quickly climbed into bed. Unexpectedly, after sleeping until 12 o'clock, the grass planted on the farm should be harvested again.

I've revised it N times, but I still can't send it, I guess it's because the words are too sharp in the dead of night, which makes the man who reviewed it unhappy.

No wonder my writers class all write at night, I said wasting electricity, it's better to waste electricity than to write boring and hypocritical vernacular during the day.

I found that people's minds are so different during the day than they are at night. When the sun is shining, you always think about beautiful things, and even if you hear that you have seen or experienced dirty things yourself, you will treat them as accidental and blame yourself for bad luck.

It's different at night, what is written is a very strong feeling of fresh memory, and it can't be divided into two and then divided into two to speculate, it must be a partial generalization, but every word is fine.

I'm thinking, in order to be able to send out a mood diary that dissipates in an instant in the vast sea of nets, there is no wonder that there is not a single Li Ao among the 1.3 billion people who can't produce a Li Ao, making the small island people with a big palm laugh off their big teeth!

Whenever this happens, I have the idea of giving up, giving up on blogs and microblogs, and I can't post it again on a small website where even the words "milk" and "milk" have to be filtered out, and I can't write on this fiction page that can't be taken seriously, which shows how bad the reality is. Don't say anymore that the people of the association occupy the pit and don't.

It's no wonder that several classmates are running magazines, at least they have a place to speak, and they can choose what others feel good to hear and they are not too embarrassed to say.

The class leader called and asked for the phone number of the classmate I had recently contacted, and I gave the mobile phone number I had contacted the year before. The squad leader said that he insisted on writing every day, otherwise there would be no continuity, and it would be bad if his hands were born.

I think that if you can't express your true thoughts, you have to cater to the network editing and revision, it's really boring, it's better to look at the K-line chart more, and find a few more stocks like Pu Nai shares that have risen by 10 yuan in a few days.

There was a screen called "Love Lies, All Fucking Cheap" asking to be added as a friend, and the first time I didn't click "Add as a friend" I turned it off. The screen names are so vulgar, and the people are not much better. It would be a mistake to think that such foul language would appeal to my thoughts.

At least my man stuffed the fridge with food before going to work, and I had the heart to count him here when I was full, and if I wanted to worry about my livelihood, how could I type out more than a million words and put it here?

I never believe that there are women who are willing to be exposed to the sun and the wind and rain, who doesn't want to stay at home and take a nap to make a mask and maintain it younger than their peers?

I told my husband that there was an income of 5,000 yuan this week, but the proportion was not as big as my son's, and you had to give my son 1% of the market value.

My husband hugged me and cried: Look at me, it's better for you to get up early and go to work late than for you to type on the keyboard at home, you are so happy!