Chapter 670: Trick Love (29)

Blue Mandala: Trick Love

（29）

So I can't write about it and so on, I hope he stops, those people who send jokes and blessings in groups have stopped, only he still reports his daily mood as always. The Yahoo blog channel is gone, his QQ space has no information I recognize, and he is never online, completely forgetting who he is.

Perhaps, I reported it when I added friends, but I didn't pay attention to it, when I was at Yahoo, I was very concerned about return visits, and many nicknames were found in blog posts. So I put my name in a section as well. But many people who claim to have read a lot of my books are still asking for my real name.

Now I don't reply to the question name and age unit anymore, it turns out that some people are not chasing the article, but searching, it seems that the reputation of Beijing women who love to raise children has spread out, so when I correct the age, the number of people who add my friends suddenly increased. And when I say 5 or 60 years old, I was not scared away.

In the past, when I was at Yahoo, there were always people who left links for me to learn about being a good woman, and I had to teach many people with great care. After I arrived at Tencent, I started to post some home photos, so that no one taught me seriously. No matter how much people are interested in teaching tirelessly, will they compare and look at their own situation, and have the qualifications to educate others?

There are also people who say their disappointing and painful experience of online dating out of good intentions, but everyone knows that when they don't put themselves in their shoes, how can they realize it, and persuasion is better than waiting to sneak into jokes.

Maybe that person was dismissive, but when he saw that he was empathetic and didn't fall in love, he couldn't help it. Unfortunately, life is a one-way street, and I can't afford to go back a year and not find the feeling I had when I wrote reviews and emails.

Some people say that the last second and the next second will have completely different judgments, and I am not so decisive, but I know that I can't go back to the last second, the next second is more important to me, and I care about the moment. This life is the most important thing, and if there is an afterlife that I can't imagine now, why care?

The kind of resonance that only thinks in comments will naturally lose to the exchange of current affairs like chatting, and perhaps chat will lose to voice and video, and it is said that meeting will wipe out all the feelings. But you can't find the true feeling of anything until you go that far, only the imagination is the most wonderful, and it is also the easiest to make people laugh.

I'm not afraid of being ridiculed, and although my New Year's resolutions in 2009 were shattered, I learned to learn from them, and I resolutely don't say anything about my wishes this year. I don't think anyone should be watching the joke except my husband, and he is tempting me to eat more: there are no handsome guys to see anyway, so I don't care what my waist circumference is!

My husband said that if the people on their side said that they would go out to eat, they would quit and leave, and they had to cook at home. On Sunday, the teacher's child came, who graduated from their regional teacher college last year, and after chatting for a long time, he felt that something was wrong, and he asked if it was not from a county at all. I guess the elementary school teacher married to a neighboring county.

I chatted while making dumplings, and my husband cooked. At the time of eating, he made a plan for the child, several choices, what would be the result in more than ten years, and he went back to think about it and make a decision.

In fact, people came for the purpose of taking him as an example, and he always felt that if he wanted to take the civil service examination or do business or engage in his original profession, there would be a different scene. And when he talked about raising chickens and pigeons, the boy was visibly astonished, and said, "How tiring is that kind of work?"

It seems that they have a clear distinction between work and hobbies in the 80s and 90s, because they have the support of their parents, and they all want to give up their jobs to do what they are interested in, but they don't know what they are interested in.