He might as well go to the bathroom to wipe his face, come out and look at his watch, the stipulated twenty minutes have already passed.
Little Anya watched her quietly. Seeing her mother looking at her watch, she quickly turned off the TV and ran back to her small room, only saying, "Don't call me when I'm asleep."
Qin Ma came out of the study room and walked around the studio again. There was no trace of dust on the table, and everything was in order. She couldn't help but sighed a few more times.
It's all bitter.
Why not look around, there is nothing to do, so I went into the kitchen, intending to marinate my daughter's favorite chicken legs first, and it will be more delicious when I cook it at night.
"Let's have dinner tonight, Mom, I bought a lot of vegetables for lunch." She greeted the old lady with her head.
"I haven't finished eating the leftovers at noon, and they will be put away tomorrow."
The old lady didn't know whether she was refusing or she was really thinking about the leftovers. She went to the room and took another look at Little Anya before going back.
"Why are you in such a hurry, stay a little longer." He might as well run out of the kitchen to persuade the old lady to stay for a day with her daughter on weekends, but today the old lady only stayed for a while when she came over.
"What a good girl, I'm sorry for you." The old lady looked at her and sighed again, "Did you lose my key?"
The old house keys have always been left for the young couple, but they rarely use them, and they don't know if they still have them.
The old lady suddenly mentioned the key, which made He Wu feel a little confused, "It's still hanging on the key chain, what's wrong?"
"Just keep it, if you have nothing to do, go and take a walk." Qin's mother looked around the furnishings of the house again, and finally looked at the door of Xiao Anya's room, with a trace of nostalgia in her eyes, "I'm going back, you are well."
"Wait for me to wash my hands and send you back." He Wei felt that the old lady was a little strange, and wanted to send her back after failing to persuade her to stay.
"No, I'm not that old." The old lady waved her hand and walked outside, "Lock the door, I'll come back next week."
Qin Ma stood outside the door as she spoke, smiled at her, and then pushed the door behind her.
"Slow down." He Wei shouted through the door, looked at the seasoning in his hands, shook his head and went back to the kitchen.
It seems that the old lady came here specially to talk to her about that... But how could she agree
To have a stranger come into the house and replace that guy—it never occurred to her, let alone allow it to happen.
One person can also take good care of her daughter.
It took more than half an hour to get things sorted out, so why not stretch out and get ready for a nap.
Sleeping is really a good thing, not only time will pass faster, but occasionally you can dream about some people and things in the past-but there is a sequelae, that is, it is not easy to sleep at night.
Anyway, it doesn't matter what time you go to bed, but the night time is moved to the afternoon. Thinking about it this way, she regained her balance. She pulled her slippers into the bedroom and threw herself on the bed.
The clock on the wall is ticking, ticking, and time has never stopped, let alone turning back. Anything that passes is just the past, and the only thing that can't pass is the heart of man.
It would be great if I could turn around... Don't know that stinky guy, making her so tired by herself.
Why not lay down on the bed and yawned, after a little drowsiness brewed in the wild thoughts, he casually pulled the quilt aside and put it on his body, ready to enjoy sleep.
The sun quietly ran to the west, and then set from the top of the mountain. When little Anya was watching TV outside and woke her up, it was already dark.
After dazed on the bed for a while, she got up from the bed, pulled on her slippers and walked out of the bedroom without turning on the light, "Watching TV again, did you finish your homework?"
"It's already been written." Little Anya pointed to the table, "It's over there."
"I'll check again after dinner. If I'm wrong, I'll cut my TV watching time in half next week."
He might as well walk into the kitchen and start preparing dinner.
Dinner is very simple, two dishes and one soup, plus a fried chicken drumstick. Little Anya's mouth was full of oil, and she didn't even take a few bites of the dishes. This made her determined to control her daughter's diet, a week... no, only once in half a month , can no longer be coddled.
Little Anya didn't know about all this, she was happily chewing the chicken leg, seeing her mother looking at her, after thinking about it, she passed the chicken leg over there, "Mom, take a bite too."
"I won't eat." He might as well find it a little funny seeing her reluctance, "Eat more, or I won't fry it next time."
"oh."
After finishing dinner and clearing the table, why don't you take Little Anya's homework and suddenly think about tomorrow's Monday, and suddenly feel a little annoyed - I knew I would not sleep just now, and if I didn't sleep well at night, I might have to delay sending my daughter to school tomorrow.
Hmm... I still have some sleeping pills, at worst, take two more.
I found a few mistakes in my daughter's homework, and forced her to do the calculations again, why not let her watch TV, and then went back to the room and turned on the computer.
Although the previous savings and compensation were enough for her to raise her daughter to adulthood, and she could even prepare a generous dowry for her daughter, but she still had to guard against inflation and had to have a stable income.
Why not open the webpage to browse the recent status of her novels, the situation is not very good, most of them have negative scores, and only a few readers who know the situation are comforting her.
This novel is her painstaking effort for two or three years. It is about a pair of childhood sweethearts. They started dating at the age of sixteen, and those small love affairs have always been well received. But after that, she changed the direction of the story, and her style suddenly changed Friends left, Qingmei died of illness, which attracted countless scolding.
The light from the computer shone on He Wu's face, flickering on and off, she controlled the mouse to scroll down the page expressionlessly, watching each comment, her eyes were getting darker and darker.
It was she herself who ruined the story.
When he was about to pull to the bottom and turn the page, He Wu's hand stopped suddenly, and he pulled up a few more times.
"Although you created that world, that world has never belonged to you. Just end it like this, please."
Why not remember this reader, the two of them met at the signing event, it was a girl with short hair, neat clothes, like a tomboy, excitedly pulling her to take a photo.
Is it over
She looked at that comment in a daze, maybe it was time to end it...
It doesn't make sense to write any more, how sweet it was before, how bitter it is now, if the protagonist is set free, he might be able to find a new life—if that world really exists.
Open the document, casually write more than two hundred words, why not hit the keyboard and type the three words "End of the book" at the end, then move the mouse and click publish, looking at the confirmation box above, she hesitated again.
After thinking for a while, she returned to the document and inserted a line above the three words "End of the book".
"When Qin He woke up, he was not lying on the big soft bed at home, but the upper and lower bunk beds that hurt his back. He stood up in confusion and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces on the left and right. He found himself back to his sixteen-year-old self. high school… "
After adding the newly written ending, why not hesitate any longer, shake the mouse to release it, and then lean back on the chair and let out a long sigh of relief.
I hope he can live a different life and change his original destiny.
He Wu looked at the ceiling and started to be dazed again. He didn't come back to his senses until the beep sound came from the phone, but when he opened it, he found a strange text message: "Thank you."
She was a little confused, and after replying who are you, she got up and went to the balcony, wanting to look at the flower again and conceive a new book.
The flowers are blooming brightly, and they are so red that they are about to bleed.
He Wu felt dizzy for a while, took out a fruit candy from his pocket and put it in his mouth to alleviate the problem of hypoglycemia.
The phone hasn't answered yet, she was about to put it aside, but a call came.
It's almost nine o'clock in the evening, why is the old lady calling
Her heart sank for no reason, and she took a deep breath before picking it up, "Hello, Mom?"
"Hello, is this Mrs. Xu's family? She..."
The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to be in another world, He Wu dropped the phone from his hands halfway through listening, and his eyes turned black.
"I haven't finished the leftovers at noon, and they will go bad tomorrow."
"You didn't lose the key over there, did you?"
The old lady's words at noon were still ringing in her ears, so why didn't she fall to the ground at some point, struggling to raise her head, but only saw a bright red.
"Find Xiaoya a father..."
“Fried chicken legs make you smarter…”
"Lock the door, I'll be back next week..."
Two voices, one old and one young, sounded mixed in her head, He Wu tried hard for a long time but couldn't stand up, extreme sleepiness swept her whole body, she slowly closed her eyes, a trace of relief appeared on her tired face.
It seems to be time to rest.
"My wife, go squeeze the carrot juice..."
Before the consciousness disappeared, the last strange cry made the corners of her mouth slightly curl up.
Squeeze your ass.
(end of this chapter)