When I woke up, I sat up suddenly, shocked. But he was quickly frightened by the snot and tears on his face, and hurriedly got out of bed and ran into the bathroom to wash his face.

The scene in the dream is still vivid, terrifying and terrifying.

The phrase "Su Mo is dead" still lingers in my ears for a long time at this moment.

Nightmare!

How could you have such a terrible nightmare!

I slapped my face vigorously with cold water, trying to calm myself down as quickly as possible. It's okay, it's just a dream.

Am I Su Li, and I am also Su Mo! I am not dead!

I looked up at the mirror, and I looked haggard and uneasy.

I stroked my short hair, and suddenly I remembered the picture I had seen in my dream. Who is the woman with long hair in that photo?

Why does she look so much like me?

What an interesting dream! And I can still remember this nightmare vividly, this is a situation that has never been done before, and I used to wake up and forget it nine times out of ten.

Su Mo! Su Mo...... That's the name on my household registration book! How ridiculous, the husband in the dream actually said that Su Mo was dead?

Hehe, that's right, the unpopular Su Mo only survives in the household registration book, I already have a new name, and everyone knows that my name is Su Li.

My dad gave me a cursed name, so don't do it!

That's right, in this way, Su Mo is indeed dead!

Thinking like this, I suddenly became relieved. I couldn't help but laugh, and my mood suddenly became very good.

I bowed my head slightly to myself in the mirror, and said to her like a greeting: Hello, I'm Su Li, please take care of me!

At this moment, I am smiling like a flower in the mirror, the kind of bloom that has been reborn.

Mom, Mom, where are you?

At this time, Dabao's cry came, she must have woken up and didn't see me, and she was scared.

I hurriedly replied loudly while walking out of the bathroom: Don't cry, baby, mom is here!

As I walked out of the bathroom, I staggered past a tall figure, but I didn't care. It's just an illusion!

I suddenly became comfortable with my hallucinations, as long as it didn't interfere with my children's care.

Dabao cried with sleepy eyes, and that pitiful little appearance made me feel distressed.

Oh, this little guy, is it a nightmare? Mom is here, will it be okay for Mom to put her arms around you and sleep again?

I went to bed and lay down between the two children, and hugged Dabao to comfort her.

Dabao hummed and got into my arms, but he was still sobbing aggrievedly. I gently stroked her:

Babies are not afraid, they are not afraid of nightmares! Everyone will have nightmares, dreams are fake, it's okay. Mom will always be with you, go to sleep......

Dabao soon fell asleep obediently again, and Erbao had been asleep all the time, unaware of all this.

I fell asleep to Dabao, and I slowly fell asleep again......

Woken up by the sound of children's conversation, I opened my eyes and looked at the electronic clock on the wall, it was already past nine o'clock in the morning.

They both smiled embarrassedly when they saw me wake up, because they had been whispering about me and saying that I could sleep better than them.

Although they are only six years old, they are very smart and cute, and they have their own ideas about people and things. Sometimes eavesdropping on their conversation is a pleasure.

I talked to them for a while, then got up and went to the kitchen to cook for them.

During this period of staying at home to fight the epidemic, I had a lot of opportunities and time to practice my cooking skills, and I felt that I was about to become a self-taught chef.

The kids really enjoyed eating the food I cooked, which made me feel very accomplished and motivated.

Lao Wang eats every day when he gets home from work, looks at his mobile phone while eating, immerses himself in his own world, and goes back to his room after eating.

When I returned to work after the pandemic, I went back to my own house and came back every morning to drop off my children at school.

Therefore, now I can cook for them three meals a day, and I am also happy to do it. When the children were happily eating, I received a WeChat message from Yu Zecheng.

He said, "I've read your novels, what are you writing about?"

I was stunned, alas, this thing! He came to criticize my new book! Although what he said was not good, I must thank him.

I said, "You don't think it's good to write?"

He said: Your first book is 404, the second book is a eunuch, and the third book is 100% on the street.

Haha, this product seems to have worked hard, and I also know 404, eunuchs and fighting the streets. Just try to do this, even if he sprays me with stinky shit, I'll have to continue.

I said, "What then?"

He said: Can you add some condiments, a little taste! A chapter is full of the of your family's life, can that attract people's attention?

I asked, "What can I do all this day?"

He said: Write something that is interesting to readers and different, as far as the firewood, rice, oil, and salt you write about are short, who doesn't live like that?

Uh~ Okay! I have to admit, this thing makes sense! So, what about writing about my own hallucinations?

I was immersed in my own thoughts, and I didn't think about how to tell Yu Zecheng.

He sent another WeChat message and said: Why don't you just write the heroine as a double personality!

After reading this sentence from him, I suddenly had a wonderful feeling in my heart, feeling that the dual personality he was talking about was secretly poking at me.

I asked: What kind of dual personality? Why do you write the heroine as a dual personality? Is it a gimmick only if you make it so unbearable?

If Yu Zecheng sat next to me at this moment, he would definitely see that my face had changed.

He said: You have nothing to do to make it up! You write the heroine as a dual personality, what a point of interest!

My heart felt like it had been struck by a sudden pain, and my mood immediately became heavy and irritable.

I asked him, "Then what do you think I'm going to write?" I've had a lot of chapters in this journal.

He said, "It's so simple!" Isn't it okay that all of what you're writing now is her other personality?

Yu Zecheng suddenly came to me and said this, which I didn't expect, and I was even a little overwhelmed.

I asked him: Do you have to write like this? In order to attract people's attention, you write the heroine as a psychopath?

He said, "I'm just giving you a suggestion, and you should think about it yourself!" I just think that writing like this will definitely be interesting.

I suddenly asked him: Yu Zecheng, did the two of us chat yesterday?

After a while, he replied: Did you say we chatted yesterday?

What this man is best at is to throw all the questions back with a rhetorical question.

But I wasn't going to let him go, and I continued to ask: Did the two of us talk yesterday?

He replied to me after a while: "Let's talk."

I asked again: How many times did we talk?

He asked me again: How do you count it once?

I was questioned again, and I suddenly lost interest in cross-examining him.

I've been able to live with my hallucinations, and I'm still asking what they're doing?