In the office, I sat alone.

Sometimes, I always forget the time. That experience is real, but it is just like the words in a novel.

New Year

January 1.

Looking back on Christmas day, it seems like it was a few hours ago.

What have I experienced these days?

It’s nothing more than eating, going to work, sleeping, and eating. After repeating such a cycle of work for thousands of times, it’s inevitable that I will mess up my time.

After all, they are all the same.

But this year, my life seems to have some other colors.

For example, I started building a world.

I have a novel of my own.

Some people even started watching these readers add some different senses to my life.

So why did I tell my family about this a few days ago?

Knowing they won't agree.

In fact, everything is like love. If you don’t get blessings, no matter how much you love it, you won’t have any good results. For example, writing a book, what should you do if no one supports you?

Every day after get off work, do you say you want to go to bed early and then lie in the quilt and write on your phone?

It's ridiculous, but I've been like this for a year.

Looking back, it was like a dream.

"Can you support yourself?" The elder asked me at the dinner table.

For more than 20 years, except for the elders who said 'Don't cry' when the baby was, I still kept crying, I didn't seem to have disobeyed anyone.

However, that day, my answer was "Yes."

This word ruined the whole meal, and no one was happy to eat, because no one could figure out why a child who had always been obedient suddenly became so rebellious.

It is a novel that poisons young people's spirits. Whether it is reading or writing, it is a sin.

"I don't agree. OK, what novel to write?!"

"I don't agree."

"I don't agree, either!"

Well, everyone disagrees, and even in a daze, I don’t know how to answer this question.

But I look forward to such a life.

So, can I support myself by writing novels?

I think if I continue to write, I should have the day I can support myself.

But this day doesn't seem to be coming again.

At dinner that day, my attitude made my elders throw chopsticks. He waited for me for five seconds, but I didn't say sorry.

So the elders left the dining table.

Others looked at me with displeasure except my mother.

But she lowered her head and did not turn her eyes to me.

At that moment, I knew I shouldn't hold on anymore

Give up.

I think everyone likes to write something when they were young. No matter how well they wrote, their hands were always itchy, so they had to write two strokes.

Perhaps in this process, many people will fantasize about becoming a writer in the future.

But almost no one will succeed in walking this path.

Dreams are dreams and fantasies. Two illusory words, when they come together, become a compliment with desserts.

This is ridiculous in itself.

So give up

Give up, give up, give up, give up

In the office, I casually wrote these three words on paper, as if as long as I wrote too much, I would really give up.

Actually, I know that there are two me in this world.

One is that I am obedient, quiet, laughing, kind, and love work.

There is another me, hidden in my heart, and will only appear when I am dazed, fantasized, and pondered before going to bed.

But over the past year, the heart of me has been exiled to the novel I wrote. I want to build many worlds for him, and then let him experience what I fantasy, and see everything in the world for me, good, evil, beauty and ugliness.

I have many words, want to say to another person, I want my thoughts to turn into words, or letters, I want these letters to come to him, I want the false and real one to read, read

When I read it, I want him to persevere, there will always be hope. I want him to work harder and don’t give up, but that I can only exist in the novel. In reality, I still compromised.

So give up.

"Ring~Ring~Ring~"

The phone rang, and I took it out, and the words "Tingting" were written on the screen.

This is my girlfriend

Yes, I have a girlfriend and have been together for a long time, but I have never told my family because they can give opinions and observe with a scrutiny eye, so I have long been accustomed to hiding secrets.

"What are you doing?"

"night shift."

"Then get off work tomorrow morning to have dinner together?"

"good."

Our chat information is always that simple.

The next morning, my hair was a little messier than yesterday. When I walked into a breakfast shop, Tingting was already waiting for me.

"You have been depressed these days." When she scolded me, she never reserved anything.

"Yes, my family knows about writing novels."

"Ah?" Tingting said in surprise: "Did they see you typing?"

"No, I said it myself."

""Tingting was stunned for a moment: "Are you crazy? What are you telling them?"

"I don't know, maybe it's an impulse." I smiled bitterly.

"What did they say?"

"Of course I don't agree."

"What should I do?"

I thought about it: "After writing this book, I won't write it."

"You're just starting out."

"Well" I rubbed my head: "But so what? I'm so tired this year. If I hide from them again, I'd probably be crazy."

"Then are you willing? When you first started writing, you swear that you can stick to your dreams."

"Yes, but I overestimate myself." I looked at her and said, "I'll try this thing."

At that moment, I decided to give up my so-called dream.

At the same time, I also clearly felt that the other I had finally left me, and he was thrown into the novel by me, and in other bizarre worlds, instead of the chubby doctor sitting in the breakfast shop at this moment, lost

Taking self.

"Haha." Tingting smiled helplessly: 'What if one day you want to pick up this dream again?'

"I was silent for a while. Actually, I felt that if nothing unexpected happened, I would soon forget everything that happened this year. I would forget that I had written a book and that I once had a dream of being a writer. So, I also

It is highly likely that I will not get involved in this ridiculous dream again.

So I also smiled and said, "Then then, you can get into the book and take out the forgotten me again."

"Tsk, I don't have that much ability."
Chapter completed!