Fear of being the worst.

Fear that a group will abandon themselves.

Fear of being alone.

Fear of not being able to do it myself.

I am afraid that my parents will really say that I have no future in writing, and finding a good job is the serious matter.

Fear of proving yourself wrong.

Writing originally out of enthusiasm and ideals has become a shackle that I have to write every day and dare not stop writing.

Newcomers are always emerging in an endless stream, and each of them seems to have a bright future, a rising star of the future.

Their grades are suffocating, and the attention they receive is enviable.

The back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and before he could push the front waves away, he was pushed by the back waves and sank into the sea like a sunset with blood.

So, dare not stop at all, dare not relax.

As Mu Chun said, everything is because of fear.

What are you afraid of?

can not say it clearly.

While thinking, I really want to travel, I want to go to South America, to Iceland, to Paris.

Another voice said that insisting on creating every day is the most basic quality of a writer. If you can't do this, how can you write a good work.

Knowing that occasional relaxation and travel can make what is called inspiration grow naturally.

But I dare not leave the computer, even if I have to accompany my mother on a trip, I always have to leave my mother alone, put it into the computer, and write two thousand words, in exchange for a moment of peace of mind.

Only the few minutes and seconds just finished writing are reassuring.

"What happened to Liuyun at the book fair?"

After Liuyun left with the sleeping pills, Chu Sisi asked.

"It is said that the brain is blank, and the whole body can't help shaking, but fortunately, the shaking is more of a subjective feeling. I just found the video of the interview that day, and there was no obvious body shaking, but I couldn't understand the answers to the questions. There are still."

"Just because you keep thinking about a question, and then your brain is paralyzed?"

Chu Sisi tried to understand what happened to Liu Yun.

"It must have been bad for him."

"It's terrible, it can be said that the fear that was originally hidden surfaced on the table, as if it said 'I'm so scared', 'I'm afraid that this new guy next to me is better than me', like this

sentence. "

"Then what should I do? How to treat it? Are sleeping pills useful?"

"It's useful. After taking the medicine, getting a good night's sleep is the top priority."

It seems that it's not just me losing face on Saturday, it turns out that Liu Yun is worse than me.

The main content of this charity ball is the publishing house’s global poverty-stricken writer support project. This project was first initiated by programmers in Silicon Valley to help talented programmers in poverty-stricken areas. It not only creates job opportunities for large companies, but also provides project entrepreneurship funds.

This charity project started five years ago and has helped more than 20,000 talented programmers.

This time, the sponsorship of writers was proposed by several members of the foundation, and Pan Xiaoqing's mother was one of the initiators.

Pan Xiaoqing didn't expect her mother to take writing seriously, and she didn't expect to support such a charity project.

But soon Pan Xiaoqing understood that everything was for profit and fame.

"I originally wanted to take the teacher to meet the people from the publishing house, but I didn't expect to embarrass the teacher."

"I have nothing to worry about. I have never thought about publishing a book. How could Dr. Chu lie and tell people that I am writing a book on physical and mental science?"

"But the teacher wasn't..."

Before Chu Sisi finished speaking, Mu Chun was already prostrate on the ground, moving slowly like an earthworm.

"What is the teacher doing?"

"This floor is really good. You send Xiaolin a photo and tell her that the dancing floor is ready, and you can come and perform poker for me on Friday. I'm looking forward to it. You must come."

"Send it today? What if she refuses?"

"Then think of a way, aren't you a girl? Girls always have a way to make the other party agree to their request."

Chu Sisi was not sure, so she took a photo of the floor and sent it to Xiao Lin as Mu Chun said.

Xiao Lin quickly responded to the message, and every sentence in the message had a cute expression.

When Mu Chun heard a reply from Chu Sisi's phone, she snatched it up and said she wanted to check it out.

Seeing that Xiaolin promised to come on Friday, he was not as proud as before, but bit his lip and frowned.

"I'm going to go out for a while. Dr. Chu is on duty. If there is a patient, just prescribe some smart medicine, sleeping aids and the like, and just ask him to come back for a follow-up visit tomorrow or next week."

"Can not be done."

Chu Sisi had never had any contact with patients, so Chu Sisi didn't know how to talk to patients about their illness.

After all, Mu Chun never taught her personally.

It is said to be teaching, but it is basically to let Chu Sisi cooperate to do some things other than medical treatment.

Sending lipstick, makeup, registering a reader account, etc., all these things can be done by a clerk.

After Mu Chun explained, he took off his white coat and hurriedly left the hospital. When he came back, he ran into the toilet and locked the door of the men's toilet on the fifth floor.

"Look, is there any difference?"

"what the hell!"

Two white arms lay side by side on the table.

"Can you see the difference?"

Mu Chun looked up and down ~lightnovelpub.net~ from left to right and looked at Chu Sisi and his own arm.

"Of course there is a difference. I can tell my own hand and the teacher's hand at a glance."

"Oh, so that's the problem."

Mu Chun suddenly realized.

During the lunch break, Liu Tiantian was also invited to the outpatient room and put his arms on the table like Chu Sisi.

Mu Chun looked at the hands of the two back and forth, but finally couldn't hold back and put his own hand in.

"It's useless, it's still easy to tell which one is Dr. Mu Chun's arm at a glance."

"That's it!"

Mu Chun narrowed his eyes and rushed into the men's room again.

When Mu Chun happily returned to the outpatient room, Liu Tiantian had already returned to work in the outpatient hall. Standing on the newly laid floor in the outpatient room was Zhang Mei in a light green suit and six-centimeter-high silver and black high-heeled shoes.

"Lawyer Zhang, very expensive, this floor is very expensive."

"My shoes are also very expensive. Is it possible that your physical and mental department will have to take off your shoes and bare legs in order to see a doctor?"

Zhang Mei stared at Mu Chun's bare feet and wet calves like a sword in his eyes.

But Mu Chun swaggered in front of Zhang Mei with his white coat in his hands and sat down on the ground with a huff.

"Lawyer Zhang, you are really my savior. I wanted to ask someone I don't know to help me, but you came here suddenly. You are really a noble person, a noble person."

After some rhetoric, Zhang Mei finally asked Zhang Mei to see if his legs were beautiful and smooth.

Mu Chun was originally thin, and her skin was also thin and fair after not seeing the sun for a long time. Now, in front of Zhang Mei were two legs that had just been washed. Very smooth.