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In the office, I sit alone.

Sometimes, I always forget the time. That period of experience is real, but it is taken over by a stroke, just like words in a novel.

New Year's Day...

January 1.

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

What have I experienced these days?

It's nothing more than eating, going to work, sleeping, eating again, going to work... After this cycle of reincarnation is repeated thousands of times, I will inevitably confuse the time.

After all, they are all the same.

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

For example, I started to build a world.

I have a novel of my own.

Some people even start to watch...These readers have added some different senses to my life.

So... the other day, why did I tell my family about this matter?

Knowing that they would not agree.

In fact, everything is like love. If you don’t get blessings, no matter how much you love, there will be no good results. For example, writing a book. What should you do if there is no support?

Every day after get off work, you say you want to go to bed early, and then you write on your phone while lying on the bed?

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 baby, when the elders said ‘Don’t cry’, and I will continue to cry, I don’t seem to have disobeyed anyone.

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

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

It's a novel... This kind of thing that poisons the spirit of young people, whether it is read or written, is a sin.

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

"I disagree."

"I don't agree!"

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

But I am looking forward to that kind of life.

So, can I support myself by writing novels?

I think if I continue to write down, there should be a day when I can support myself.

But this day does not seem to come again.

At dinner that day, my attitude caused the elder to throw his chopsticks. He waited for me for five seconds, and I didn't say sorry.

So the elders left the dinner table.

Others looked at me displeased...except for my mother.

But she lowered her head and did not cast her eyes on me.

At that moment, I knew that I shouldn't stick to it anymore...

【give up. 】

I think everyone likes to write something when they are young. No matter whether they write well or not, their hands are always itchy. You have to write two pens.

Maybe in this process, many people will imagine that they can become a writer in the future.

But almost no one will successfully embark on this path.

Dreaming is such a thing as dreaming and illusion, two vague words, put together, turned out to be a fascinating word of praise.

This is ridiculous in itself.

So... give up...

[Give up, give up, give up, give up...]

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

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

One is me in front of others, obedient, quiet, laughs, kind, and loves work.

There is another me, hidden in my heart, only when I am in a daze, fantasizing, and meditating before going to bed.

But this year, the me in my heart has been banished to the novels I wrote...I want to build many worlds for him, and then let him experience my fantasy and see all things in the world for me , Good and evil are beautiful and ugly.

I have a lot of words, I want to tell another me, I want my thoughts to become words or letters, I want these letters to fall in front of him, I want the false and true me to take a look and read When I read it, I want him to [hold on, there will always be hope], and I want him to [try harder, don’t give up], but...that I can only exist in the novel, and in reality, I am still Compromised.

So... [Give up. 】

"Ling~Ling~Ling~"

The phone rang, I took it out, and the word ‘Tingting’ was written on the screen.

This is my girlfriend...

Yes, I have a girlfriend and have been getting along for a long time, but I have never told my family because they will give opinions and observe with scrutiny, so I have long been used to hiding secrets.

"What are you doing?"

"night shift."

"Then we will have dinner after get off work tomorrow morning?"

"it is good."

Our chat messages are always so simple.

In the early morning of the next day, my hair was a little messier than yesterday. A breakfast shop, Tingting was already waiting for me when I walked in.

"You've always been sluggish these days." When she scolded me, she never had any reservations.

"Yes, my family knows about my novel."

"Huh?" Tingting said in surprise: "Did they see your code?"

"No, I said it myself."

"..." Tingting was stunned for a moment: "Are you crazy, what are you telling them?"

"I don't know, it may be... impulsive." I smiled bitterly.

"Then what did they say?"

"Of course I disagree."

"Then what to do?"

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

"You just started."

"Hmm..." I rubbed my head: "But what can I do, I'm so tired this year, if I avoid them again, I think I will be crazy."

"Well, are you willing? When you first started writing, you vowed to say that you can stick to your dreams."

"Yeah, but I overestimate myself." I looked at her and said, "I dream of this stuff, just try it..."

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

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

"Hehe~lightnovelpub.net~ Tingting smiled helplessly: "Then what if one day, you want to pick up this dream again?"

"..." I was silent for a while. In fact, I felt that if nothing happened, I would quickly forget all the things that happened this year, I would forget that I wrote a book, and that I once had a writer. Dream, therefore, I have a high probability that I will never get involved in this ridiculous dream again.

So I also smiled and said, "At that time, you can get into the book and fish out the forgotten me."

"Cut, I don't have that great ability."

She said. On the first day of the new year, it started to snow outside the window...

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