Chapter 349: Becoming a Writer...

(16) Sequelae of weight loss

I saw Aunt Jane secretly looking in the mirror.

No wonder she rubs the incense powder evenly and cleanly every day, and the lipstick is worn properly. It turned out that he secretly hid a small mirror.

Anything like that, sharp things, ropes, and so on, are not allowed to be brought in.

I took a picture, oh my god, my face was swollen like a steamed bun!

I went to weigh myself and gained a full 10 kilograms, which is great!

Xihong started running. Her mother promised to take her out of the hospital.

She stayed for three months, and she admits that this time is not love, and like the last two times, her highland prince did not show up at the address of the hospital. Love is really vulnerable.

She decided she wanted to listen to her parents.

Xihong ran out of breath and said she was losing weight.

I don't understand, it's not good to do something, it's not good to mop the floor and wash the dishes? Why make yourself so hard!

After being discharged from the hospital for the first two times, she immediately implemented a weight loss plan, but as soon as her weight reached her ideal, she was sent to "raise".

This time, we learned a lesson and planned ahead.

"For a woman, it's too miserable to not have a slender figure!"

She finally said, "But when you first came in, you were scared to death." We thought you were also suffering from weight loss sequelae. You look like you've just been through three years of natural disasters!"

(17) Achievement as a writer

Poetry, prose, and fiction are far away from me.

Gone are the days when inspiration surged me and kept me busy. I jot down trivia every day, and I don't know what the point is.

It's just that I can't stop thinking, I really don't want to be mediocre and live a mess all day long.

I didn't believe in fate, but now I have to.

Fate made it smooth sailing for me in my studies, allowing me to inherit the advantages of my parents, and I was somewhat talented.

But it hurt me, and I fell out of love.

Maybe it's fair.

Mom said: If you leave, it is not yours, it is yours and you will not leave no matter what, and what belongs to you will come. Will it?

Director Deng said: To become a writer, it takes dozens of generations of a family to accumulate great virtues, wealth, and suffering, and you have no right to give up!

Is this the end of my calamity?

Today came a beautiful woman, a standard beauty, named Qingyun.

I thought she was 18 years old, but in fact she was 28 years old, about the same age as Xihong.

She is not married, and she has entered the palace a few times.