My wife's novels have always been niche because she has always liked horror stories. In fact, she used to write romance novels.
For example, the kind of "Boss, little devil, you are mine, don't run away!"
but,
Perhaps it was because of postpartum depression that my wife began to lean towards horror and the supernatural in her creative works.
However, my wife's problem is not serious. Her temperament may have become a little colder than before. She is less willing to go out and does not like to communicate with strangers, but she is still warm and considerate to me and the children.
Holding a pen,
Write word by word.
He just sat there, copying.
actually,
At the beginning,
My wife doesn't quite understand this habit of mine.
Later he explained that because it was her book and her story, he wrote it down with a pen and then read it so that he could get closer to her heart.
The wife was very touched.
For writers,
There are so many of these free love words that they can be sold off at a clearance sale, but women seem to like them.
Therefore,
Every time his wife published a new work, he would take time to copy it.
His wife likes to sit next to him and look at him. If she feels tired, she leans on him and watches him copying, enjoying this feeling.
The tip of the pen kept writing one word after another on the paper.
He didn't look back.
Nor did he look around.
Because he already had the feeling that his wife was by his side.
My wife is by my side.
Yes,
She is right beside him.
In the living room,
Three bodies, still lying quietly on the sofa,
Second floor,
The deceased's husband (father),
Sitting in the study, writing with a pen,
This is like a horror scene from a black and white movie.
With a confusing logic that is difficult to understand but also makes your scalp tingle,
It's a bit like performance art.
Real performance art should not be examined in terms of its logic, but rather in terms of finding the meaning that needs to be expressed amidst the chaos.
He didn't go to work today.
After the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is a holiday, and the workers in the factory also need some time to rest after working overtime for the past few days.
Moreover, the busiest time has passed and the factory will not be so busy during this period.
My father-in-law and mother-in-law went on a trip abroad. Because my wife's personality became cold, she rarely took the initiative to communicate with them or call them, and my father-in-law and mother-in-law rarely came to disturb their lives.
As for the uncle who is a policeman,
He was so busy with work that his wife and children left him.
Naturally, there is no time to visit or anything like that.
All day long,
He was copying.
Copy it carefully.
Every stroke was written very neatly, showing complete dedication to the writing.
All day long,
No food, no drink.
He even sat there without moving.
He just kept writing and writing.
Wrote until the sun went down,
I wrote about the moon rising.
From white to black...
He was numb.
He could not feel the passage of time. It seemed that only this kind of copying without stopping could make him forget the things he did not want to remember and make him feel the warmth and attachment he wanted to feel.
The most amazing thing is,
pen,
The ink was not even replaced.
It seems like I can write endlessly.
Here is the ink,
It can never be used up.
Instead, the hand that was holding the pen tightly,
Veins began to show,
It reveals the state that the trainee nurse likes most.
“Huh…”
Wait until the middle of the night,
I have finally finished copying this horror story with a bloody cover called "I Love My Family".
He leaned back and stretched, feeling the crisp sound coming from his joints. It seemed that he was completely imperceptible to the physical fatigue, and mentally, he seemed to be even more excited.
“Squeak!”
The bedroom door was pushed open.
A huge dog's head was revealed.
It's an Alaskan.
At home,
No dog.
I remember when we first got married, my wife and I raised a little Alaskan puppy. Later, because my wife became pregnant, we had to give the dog away.
As the two children grew up, my wife no longer had much motivation to keep a dog due to personality changes. After all, a dog is also a life. When you buy it and raise it at home, taking care of its food, drink, defecation and urination is no less than taking care of a child.
But deep down, my wife still likes dogs.
In the book I just copied, there is a dog, an adult Alaskan Malamute.
He likes to eat sausages, is very smart, can sit down, shake hands, and can take children for a walk.
Alaska came in and put his head on his knees, rubbing them gently.
He stretched out his hand.
Caress,
Dog head.
Then,
Get up slowly.
But the dog blocked it and wouldn't let it go out. It raised its head and looked at him with drooling mouth. It was hungry and was begging for food.
In my wife's story,
This dog is very cute, sensible and obedient.
It likes to eat ham.
But what you really need to eat every day is not ham or dog food.
But the blood of living people.
In the story, every night it goes out for a while to look for food.
It will go out and bite people, suck their blood and then come back. The person whose blood is sucked will only feel drowsy and a little weak, but will not have any other problems and will not even realize what has just happened.
The amount of blood it sucks actually reflects the sins of the target person. If the person has done less evil or bad things, it will only suck a little. If the person is a complete bad guy, he may be sucked to death. Of course, if you are a good person, it will not find you at all.
I remember my wife said that the Alaskan dog in her original manuscript was not set up like this. She wanted to write a dog that would go out and find someone to suck blood for food without anyone noticing when it was hungry. It would be a devil outside, but a good pet at home and a good playmate for children.
This was the feeling she wanted, but she had to modify it this way for publication and policy reasons.
"Are you hungry?"
He pierced his palm with a pen and watched the blood drip.
But Alaskey just shook his head, uninterested in his blood.
"If you're hungry, go out and find something to eat."
He reached out and untied the leash from around Alaska's neck.
Alaska wagged its tail happily and ran out.
Take a deep breath.
He walked out of the study.
He hadn't gone downstairs for a day and a night, and he was still a little afraid to go downstairs.
Even if,
He saw the dog.
Standing at the stairs, he hesitated and worried for a long time, and he never dared to take the first step down the stairs.
Until,
He heard the following,
There was the clear laughter of children.
"Hehehe...Brother...I want to eat...I want to eat too..."
"No, no... Mom said that eating too much candy will damage your teeth... Sister, don't eat it... Brother will eat it... and your teeth will get damaged instead..."
"My brother is bad... Mom... My brother is so bad..."
The children were chasing each other below.
Although he and his wife often scold their son to take care of his sister, the young brother often teases his sister on purpose.
Suddenly,
In my heart,
Courage appeared,
He went downstairs.
The children were chasing and playing.
The sister couldn't catch up with her brother, and stood there angrily. When she saw him coming down, she immediately ran to him, hugged his thighs, and shouted:
"Dad, my brother is bad, spank him!"
He reached out and touched his daughter's head.
Suddenly,
He wanted to cry.
My nose started to feel sore.
"I didn't, I didn't, Dad. Don't listen to my sister's nonsense. She ate all her candy and wants to eat mine."
My brother also hurried over to explain.
All his children gathered around him,
They were quarreling.
They are suing around themselves,
This feeling,
Not annoying at all,
On the contrary, I feel it is very beautiful.
“Crash!”
The wife opened the kitchen door.
She came out wearing an apron.
Leaning against the door frame, he complained somewhat dissatisfiedly:
"Auntie took a leave to go home today. I made something casually. You can eat whatever you want. Your wife can't cook. You should have known this when you were pursuing me."
"I'm sure they'll all be eaten."
He said excitedly.
The wife smiled and urged, "Take the children to wash their hands and get ready for dinner."
He took the children to wash their hands. When they entered the bathroom, the two children were very well behaved. They applied soap and washed their hands carefully.
He looked at himself in the mirror.
His face was haggard and extremely gaunt, his face was pale and bloodless.
I guess I'm too tired. I've been really busy lately.
It seems that
You still have to pay more attention to rest.
When he walked out with the children, his wife had already set the dishes and chopsticks on the dining table in the living room, and the family sat down.
"Yellow hasn't come back yet." asked the daughter.
Egg Yolk is the name of the Alaskan.
"You need to eat, and the egg yolk also needs to eat. It is looking for food outside." said the wife.
My daughter nodded and said, "I hope Egg Yolk can eat a full meal today and play with me in the evening."
"You have to eat well, so you have the energy to play with the egg yolk."
He took a bite of the rice. The rice was a little too soft because it had too much water in it, but he found it very delicious and sweet.
He stood up, picked up the remote control on the coffee table and turned on the TV.
Tongcheng News is broadcasting on TV.
"We have just received news that in the evening, a woman was bitten to death by a big dog in front of a bank in the west section of Jianshe Road, Chongchuan District. The dog is now missing.
The problem of walking dogs without a leash in cities has become increasingly serious. Our station appeals to the public that dog owners should keep their dogs in a civilized manner and not cause trouble and harm to others. We hope that such tragedies will not happen again.
At the same time, we hope that the municipal government can strengthen management and supervision in this regard, strengthen urban pet management and improve regulations.
It is reported that,
It is worth noting that
The woman who was bitten to death was a domestic nanny, 40 years old, and not a native of Tongcheng.
The police investigated her ID card information and found that it did not match her.
Today, the woman's true identity has been verified and it was found that she had multiple huge debt records. She was hiding from her debts and used someone else's ID card to register at the employment agency.
Before the accident,
She just came back from get off work at the upscale villa complex where she worked... "
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