I haven't written anything for a long time, so I sorted out the words for nearly two days and put them here.
September 26, Sunday.
Dream Chenfeng has stopped writing for 20 days, and nothing can be released. Mainly my good friends @Mu Ruoxi I haven't written anything yet. The semi-finished products that were given to me last time are still in my draft box. I wanted to continue writing something, but I found my imagination was drying up. In other words, I have always felt that there is no creativity to write.
In daily life, the greatest hope after eating is to follow the novel and get drunk in others' dreams for a while. Then discover the true meaning of reality. I touched the keyboard and found that I had nothing to write. In particular, there is a little more smoke on the keyboard, and a little more greasy on the touch. And the touch of that moment directly hit the heart, and it suppressed all thoughts like springs.
It's sunny outside, but I keep the curtains open. I slowly got up from the bed, and my soul was fully recovered at this moment. When I slowly recovered and looked at the autumn, the only change was that my clothes became thicker. As always, I don't like communication. I pursue my dream in my own world, and then do what I like.
I charged the Kindle and wanted to find a quiet place to read. In a small corner, the sound of the nearby gas station is a bit boring in the daytime. After all, you can't wear noise reduction headphones all the time. The music played by Xiaoai is really not interesting. I looked at the house. Obsessive compulsive disorder made me always comb, but laziness made me adapt. Wandering among spears and shields, I realized that this was my truth—— Unlimited internal friction and procrastination make people feel tearful, but it is undeniable that many times when they lose their decisiveness, they are always wandering in this way.
I've gradually lost track of the news. Especially now when we media is booming, news has no meaning and value for me. Every word has become the voice of pursuing traffic. And the words written by the traffic pursued are meaningless without authenticity. As a result, I lost all interest in these news and information. The only concern may be the release of iPhone 13, but because Liu Haiping has no fingerprints and no money, I don't like iPhone 13.
Monday, September 27, sunny and warm.
I was woken up by the alarm clock at eight o'clock. After all, there was a morning meeting today. Only once a week. It's better to arrive early.
I looked at myself in the mirror, full of stubble, and in the sound of the razor, my face returned to its original "comeliness". Naturally, there is no blushing at this moment. It is the simplest breakfast to heat the mixture of milk and oats in the microwave oven and eat bread instead of meal. In fact, I prefer Nang, but just in time for the promotion of substitute bread.
Driving away, there is parking space. Maybe this is the best reward for coming early. Park the car and go to the office to sign in.
At noon, I watched the fuel tank light on the instrument panel come on and refuel.
When I went back to cook, it was just hot rice. I used the microwave to heat the beef salad prepared last night. But there was no fireworks at noon, and I always felt that I had not come back. So he fried two eggs.
I put my hand in front of the pot and felt the oil temperature. When the eggshell was broken, the egg white flowed on the pot, and I finally turned the egg upside down as I tossed the spoon countless times.
Sprinkle some salt and turn it back. It may be the only advantage over the iron pan to avoid frying eggs in the pan. Chewing beef, feeling slightly sour and hot, making the taste stimulated, swallowing the mixture of rice and eggs, telling myself that this is the pyrotechnic atmosphere I decorated for myself.
After dinner, I cleaned and tidied up everything. I put on noise reduction earphones, put my chair flat, and basked in the sun in front of the window. Skin maintenance is not easy, how can you tan directly? In fact, it's just eye fatigue in the final analysis. He used two towels, one covering his cheeks and the other covering his forehead.
I felt the light, the warmth, the heat, subconsciously turned on the white noise of my mobile phone, and waited in my own world for the alarm clock to ring before going to work.
When I came back from work, I watched the traffic police directing the traffic. On the road where the students left school, a teacher led the students and escorted them home. Where the students pass, the traffic police command the traffic and stop to yield to pedestrians. When I walked into the house, I looked at the empty house and asked Xiaoai: "Xiaoai's classmate, how many days to next month?"
"There are still three days to go until next month."
Little love's answer told me that a month had passed again.
Dija Altman disappeared.
Diga Altman is back.
I looked at the article "This World Has Light, Never Disappeared" in the draft box, and there should be no chance to finish it.
I sat in front of the computer, watching the time, another day will pass.
Time is really fast.
The last time we met was at the beginning of the month.
See you at the end of the month.
When is the next time?
