[The single chapter has nothing to do with the book, it is purely an online author who lives only in addition to his family, and some feelings that have nowhere to put it

The next chapter will be updated very late, everyone will read it tomorrow morning~]

This is a very special Qingming Festival.

When I coded words today, my heart was not at peace, which affected the state of the story, and I decided to write something.

Because Senior Brother's book is a funny essay and a light comedy of Xianxia, most of the time the author will not entrainment private goods to affect the reader, and the positioning is to provide some source of joy for the masters, so these have not been expressed in the past few months.

But at the end of the day, there is still something I want to talk to.

The author's first concern about the outbreak was before the Chinese New Year.

In order to feel at ease, I didn't accompany my wife back to Chóng Qìng's father-in-law's house for the New Year, and I was stable at home, and suddenly saw a news about unknown pneumonia.

——The author has the habit of collecting all kinds of network information regularly every day, otherwise he would not be able to present so many stalks and jokes to everyone.

Maybe it was also luck, or my ancestors had accumulated virtue in practicing medicine for generations, and I was watching the news and inexplicably got the idea, let my wife buy a ticket for the twenty-ninth year, and could not wait for the end of the Chinese New Year's Eve, flew from Chóng Qìng to Penglai Airport, and took them home.

As soon as the front foot came home, he learned that Wuhan was closed;

Later, I hurriedly checked the flight, and half an hour before the flight of my wife and daughter, there was a flight at Penglai Airport where the confirmed case was, and I went home in a cold sweat.

Disasters come quickly, all kinds of negative news are flying all over the sky, rumors, panic, and everyone's lives are flooded overnight.

I also fell into fear, monitoring the temperature of my wife and daughter every day, and arguing with my wife when there were confirmed cases in the small city where I lived, whether to go to the big supermarket to do all the shopping, or go to the small supermarket to make do.

Sitting in front of the workbench, concentrating on the code words, weaving the leisurely stories on Xiaoqiongfeng;

After the update, I hugged my phone and began to flip through the messages on the Internet, but found that I was just a network writer, and all I could do was a key.

I remember very clearly, at that time, I updated a New Year's post, and at that time, the base number of readers was not as good as now, but looking at the three 'greeting posts' on the readers' posts, I found that I was indeed old, and the tears were too low.

The mountains and rivers are safe, and the country and the people are safe.

These eight words did not touch us much in the era of peace, but after experiencing the baptism of this virus war, I believe most of us have a certain concept.

The stories that have been praised in history textbooks are the silhouettes of the times and are presented in front of future generations.

And in the first three or four months of 2020, there have also been silhouettes about heroes and the backbone of the nation, which are destined to be left for our future Chinese sons and daughters to look at.

The road to fight the epidemic is destined to be a solitary road;

The vast majority of our Chinese sons and daughters can only watch silently from afar, can only secretly cheer themselves, and can only watch those angels who have the ability to save people go against the grain.

Fortunately, the flower planting family is no longer the weak that was bullied by the evil wolf back then;

Fortunately, the sons and daughters of China still have iron bones that have not been rusted by flashiness;

Fortunately, we have countries that would rather give up economic data than take care of the lives of the people;

Fortunately, with you, you stood up in difficult times, stood up, and never flinched.

During the Chinese New Year, I bowed three times in a single chapter, worshiped the plague god, and wanted to ask the plague god to leave the mortal world as soon as possible.

Only today did I know that it was the soul of the heroic soul to worship.

sincere

After the epidemic, the mountains and rivers are unharmed;

Huaxia Yongzhu, Guotai Min'an.

Heroes are easy to go, and human souls are eternal.