I worked for one day today, and from morning to evening, I ate a box lunch when I got off work.

Some of you should know that I don’t have a car and I ride motorcycles to and from get off work.

It rained halfway through the ride. I walked on a relatively remote road. The visibility on the road was too low. I accidentally knocked someone away. When I was hiding from people, I also flew, and the aluminum alloy frames were deformed.

Fortunately, the young man was so tall that he had nothing to do, so he didn't cheat me, so he let me go after paying some money.

But my car had broken and my phone was out of power after transferring the money.

There was nothing on the road, my hands and legs hurt, and if I hadn't been wearing a helmet, I'd probably fallen to death.

The phone was out of power, and it was not connected to the village or the store behind it. The car broke down and it was kept in P-speed and couldn't start it at all.

Then I pushed the car home, pushing it from 6:30 until 9:00.

No one helped me on the way. I wanted to buy some water in the village on the way, and those people didn't let me in because of the epidemic.

I kept walking in the rain. The cars on the road splashed water on me desperately. The police at the intersection where there were policemen didn't know if it didn't come because it was raining.

The down jacket is soaked, and it may have been so embarrassing for a long time.

I thought about a lot of things along the way.

I wonder why my book is so miserable, maybe I'm my own food

I think when I was sending a new book, I asked for support in the group, but there were only a few people who supported me, a group of nearly 2,000 people.

I also thought of the person I was sorry for. She walked in the rain for a long time for me. This time we are even.

Of course, what makes me sad the most is that I feel that living is so tiring.

The feeling of being called "Daily Responsive" is really desperate, and not having the courage to fuck it.

Anyone who has pushed the motorcycle knows how heavy it is, so I kept pushing it for two and a half hours, just like a walking zombie.

Life is really hard, but it’s great to live.

The reason why it is so difficult is probably because it is my own food.

I once thought that when I got more money, I would go to the mountains to help those children, so that they could feel the kindness of the world and give them hope.

Now it seems that I can't even help myself.

The only thing to be gratified is that when I was about to get home, a brother riding a motorcycle kept honking behind me.

I thought he was like those who splashed water on me, and he honked his horn and I would give way to him.

As a result, I came here deliberately and asked if I had no oil and he could give me half of it.

My heart suddenly became warm at that time.

I hope each of us can have a warm heart. Perhaps unintentional kindness can bring hope to a very depressed person.

This book will not be updated tonight. I am really tired, physically and mentally tired.

The new book has been automatically updated, and it should be updated later.

I will go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow. If I have nothing to do with my health, I will try to start typing, but I don’t know if I can get into the state.
Chapter completed!