Why not go to the bathroom to wipe your face, come out and look at the watch, and the twenty minutes required have already exceeded.

Xiao Anya quietly paid attention to her. Seeing that her mother was watching the watch, she quickly turned off the TV and ran back to her small room, leaving only a sentence, "Don't call me when I'm asleep."

Qin's mother came out of the study and went to the studio for a walk. There was no trace of dust on the table, everything was neat, and she couldn't help but sigh a few more times.

It's all bitter.

Why not look around and see there is nothing to do, so I simply went into the kitchen and planned to marinate the chicken legs that my daughter likes to eat first, which will make it more delicious when it is made at night.

"Let's have dinner together tonight. Mom, I bought a lot of dishes at noon." She leaned her head and greeted the old lady.

"I haven't finished the leftovers at noon, and they will be broken until tomorrow."

The old lady didn't know whether she refused or was really thinking about the leftovers, so she went to the room and looked at Xiao Anya again and was about to go back.

"Why are you so anxious? Stay for a while longer." Why don't you run out of the kitchen to keep me? I used to take my daughter to the old lady's side for a day on weekends, but today the old lady came over but only stayed for a while.

"What a great daughter, you've been miserable." The old lady looked at her and sighed, "You haven't lost my key, right?"

The keys to the old house have always been left for the couple, but they rarely use them, and they don’t know if they are still there.

The old lady suddenly lifted the key and made Hedon a little confused. "Is it still hanging on the keychain? What's wrong?"

"Just keep it, go and have a walk for a while." Qin Ma looked around the decorations of this house again, and finally looked at the door of Xiao Anya's room, with a hint of nostalgia in her eyes, "I'm back, you're fine."

"Wait for me to wash my handheld and take you back." He Dian felt that the old lady was a little abnormal and wanted to send her back if she wanted to keep her.

"No need to send it, I'm not that old yet." The old lady waved her hand and walked straight outside, "Lock the door, I'll come over next week."

As he spoke, Qin's mother stood outside the door, smiled at her, and then pushed up the door.

"Slow down." He Ding shouted through the door, looked at the seasonings in his hands, shook his head and returned to the kitchen.

It seems that the old lady came to tell her about that...but how could she agree?

Let a stranger come in and replace that guy - she never thought about this, let alone allow such a thing to happen.

A person can also take good care of his daughter.

It took me more than half an hour to finish the work, so why not stretch and prepare for a nap.

Sleeping is really a good thing. Not only will time pass faster, but you can occasionally dream of some people and things from the past - it is just a sequelae, that is, it is difficult to sleep at night.

Anyway, it was the same when I slept, but I moved my evening to the afternoon. After thinking about it, she became balanced. She pulled her slippers into the bedroom and threw herself on the bed.

The clocks on the wall ticked and made a slight sound. Time never stopped, and it would never look back. Anything passed was just a passing, and what could not be passed was only a human heart.

It would be great if I could turn back... I must not know that smelly guy, which made her so tired by herself.

Why yawn on the bed, and then yawned a little sleepy after thinking about it, and casually pulled the quilt next to it and put it on it and prepared to enjoy sleep.

The sun quietly ran to the west and fell from the mountain. When Xiao Anya woke her up watching the TV outside, it was already dark.

She was waving on the bed for a while before she got up from the bed, and she didn't turn on the light. She pulled her slippers and walked out of the bedroom, "Watch TV again, have you written your homework?"

"It's been written long ago." Little Anya pointed to the table, "Where is there."

"I'll check it out after dinner. If you're wrong, you'll get half of your time to watch TV next week."

Why not say that, walk into the kitchen and start preparing supper.

Dinner is very simple, with two dishes and one soup, plus a fried chicken leg. Xiao Anya was soaked in her mouth that she didn't even have a few bites of the dish. This made her determined to control her daughter's recipe. No, she could only eat once every half a month and could not spoil her anymore.

Xiao Anya was unaware of all this and happily chewed the chicken leg meat. Seeing that her mother was looking at her, she thought about it and handed the chicken leg over there, "Mom, take a bite, too."

"I won't eat." Why don't you think she's reluctant to leave her, "Eat more food, or you won't fry next time."

"oh."

After dinner, I packed up the table, so why not hold Xiao Anya's homework book and suddenly remembered tomorrow Monday. I was a little annoyed - I had known that I hadn't been asleep just now, and if I couldn't sleep well at night, maybe I would have to delay sending my daughter to school tomorrow.

Well... there are some sleeping pills, at worst, you can take two more tablets.

I found several mistakes from my daughter's homework book and forced her to calculate it again. Why not let her go to 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 until she was an adult, and she could even prepare a generous dowry for her daughter, she still had to prevent inflation and had a stable income.

Why not open the web to browse the latest situation of your novels? The situation is not very good. Most of them have negative scores. Only a few readers who know the situation are comforting her.

This novel was her two or three years of hard work. It is about a childhood sweetheart. After dating at the age of sixteen, she had been praised by her in the story for a long time, but after that, she changed the direction of the story. Her style suddenly changed. Her friend left and Qingmei died of illness, which attracted countless scoldings.

The light on the computer shines on her face, and she controls the mouse to slide the page down continuously. As she looks at the comments, her eyes become dimmer and dimmer.

She herself ruined the story.

When I was about to pull to the bottom and turn the page, the hand suddenly stopped and pulled it up a few more times.

"Although you created that world, that world never belongs to you. Just end it like this, please."

He Zha remembered this reader. The two met at the signing ceremony. He was a girl with short hair. She was dressed in clean and neat clothes, like a tomboy, and was excited to pull her to take a photo.

Is it finished?

She was stunned at the comment, maybe it was time to end...

It doesn't make sense to continue writing. The sweeter it used to be, now it's bitter. If the protagonist is free, he might be able to find a new life - if that world really exists.

I opened the document and found that I had just over 200 words. Why not type on the keyboard and type the whole book at the end, then move the mouse to click on the publishing. She hesitated again when she looked at the confirmation box above.

After thinking for a while, she returned to the document and inserted a line on the three words in the whole book.

"Qin He woke up and was not the soft big bed at home, but the upper and lower bunks that hurt their waists. He stood up in confusion and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces on both sides. He found himself back to the sixteen-year-old high school..."

After adding the newly written ending, why not hesitate anymore, shake the mouse and post it out, then lean on the chair and breathe a sigh of relief.

I hope he can live a different life and change his original destiny.

Why don’t you look at the ceiling and start to be stunned again. It was not until the phone heard the sound of the sound, but when you opened it, you found a strange text message: “Thank you.”

She was a little puzzled, and after replying to who you are, she got up and went to the balcony, wanting to see the flower and conceive a new book.

The flowers are blooming brightly, as if they are about to drip.

Why bother to get dizzy and take out a piece of fruit candy from your pocket and put it in your mouth to relieve the problem of hypoglycemia.

She was about to put it aside before a call came.

It's almost nine o'clock in the evening now, why are the old lady calling?

Her heart sank for no reason, took a deep breath before she picked it up, "Hey, mom?"

"Hello, is it Mrs. Xu's family? She..."

The sound on the other end of the phone seemed to be in another world. Why not just listen to the phone and fall from your hand after half of it, and the eyes were getting dark.

"I haven't finished my leftovers at noon, and they will be broken until tomorrow."

"You haven't lost my key, right?"

The old lady's words at noon were still echoing in her ears. Why not when she fell to the ground and struggled to raise her head, but she only saw a bright red color.

"You find a father for Xiaoya..."

“Fried chicken legs make people smarter…”

"Lock the door, I'll come here next week..."

Two voices of old and young sounded mixed in her head. Why bother working hard for a long time but unable to stand up? Extreme sleepiness swept across her body. She slowly closed her eyes, and a trace of relief appeared on her tired face.

It seems like I can rest.

"Wife, go and squeeze carrot juice..."

Before her consciousness disappeared, the last strange scream made the corners of her mouth gently raise.
Chapter completed!