On the way home, I fell asleep directly in Gangnam's car.

There was a reassuring atmosphere in his car, and at the moment before falling into the dream, I sighed: I'm too sleepy today......

In this large, warm embrace, I felt like I could sleep until I was dying. I drilled into this embrace hard, and no matter how I drilled, I could find comfort.

Mom!

I was woken up by the children's shoving and shouting, and stretched hard.

Mom, you're too sleepy, we're all hungry, get up and cook for us, please, Mom!

Dabao kept babbling in my ear, and I smiled and touched her head: Mom, get up and cook for you, good!

I sat up and looked around, it was the children's room. When did I come back? Didn't I fall asleep in the car in Gangnam?

Could it be? Could it be that he carried me upstairs?

The thought startled me, and I almost jumped out of bed at once.

I hurriedly asked the two children: How did I get back?

The children were a little confused by my questions, they were all questions, you look at me and I look at you, as if they didn't understand what I said.

I had to ask them in a different way: Didn't I just go out, and how did I get back?

I can't just ask them: Was my mother picked up by an uncle?

But I just want to know if that's the case, and if it is, I'm really going crazy.

The children were even more confused, and Dabao said, "Mom, you haven't gone out yet?"

Erbao said, "Mom, why did you sleep for so long today?" We are all hungry, and you still can't cook for us?

Mommy's going to cook for you right away!

I hurried up and went to the kitchen to cook for the children. While I was busy cooking, I couldn't figure out what was going on even though I was thinking about it.

Could it be that going out to buy things with Jiangnan was a dream of mine? Dabao said that I had been sleeping and had not gone out, and it was impossible for the children to lie.

Then, going out shopping with Jiangnan is really a dream!

I picked up my phone to check WeChat, and found that there was no WeChat sent by Jiangnan at all.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and I was finally relieved.

But how could I dream of Jiangnan? I don't have any illusions about Yu Zecheng, and now I even have delusions about my own students!

It's horrible!

I didn't dare to think any further, because the little man with the red armband in me in me had begun to be domineering and ready to judge and crusade against me again.

used to have a shameless fantasy about Yu Zecheng, but now that he has that fantasy about his former students, it is even more unforgivable.

Stop lashing me mercilessly, I know I'm wrong!

I begged myself for mercy, and I vowed to correct my heart and be a good mother.

Be a good mother with rules, write novels with rules, and live well with rules.

I don't want my dad to get carried away when he talks about me: I said she couldn't be promising!

I won't make mistakes, I'm not going to give my dad a chance to show that he's prescient!

That's right, that's what I'm aiming for.

I have two well-behaved and lovely little daughters, and I know that parents should be benevolent and tolerant.

But my father never did that to me. He has always been a cold bystander, judging me with all kinds of cold words with the mentality of watching jokes.

Those judgments that come out of the name of being good for me are the most vicious curses for me.

My dad said, "If you're like this, you'll have to ask for food sooner or later!"

My dad also said, "If you are like this, you will never be productive!" If you can make a profit, the sun will come out of the west!

My dad also said: Just like you, never want to find a good person! Even if you find someone to work with, they will have to divorce you!

...... I listened to these curses for more than 20 years, and finally one day I left this vicious father without looking back, and smashed the iron rice bowl he arranged for me.

Because he said, "If I hadn't given you this job, you'd have starved to death outside!"

I slept enough today, and suddenly remembered a lot of past events. And the past events I remember now used to be sharp blades that hurt me with a thousand holes.

In this way, it seems that Uncle Feng is right, I just stay up late and am too tired, so there will be so many problems.

I slept well today, and now I can remember so many past events, and they are all about my father.

It seems that as long as I get enough rest, I will be able to take care of my body and eliminate the symptoms of auditory hallucinations.

But when you have enough spirits, you will remember so many bad old days. Remembering these past events only makes me more miserable.

If so, I'm willing to keep it as I am.

What about hallucinations? It's all my own business, as long as I don't act and make mistakes.

Think of all those hallucinations as a dream!

Everyone dreams when they sleep, and dreams about everything, even murder and arson. But who is heinous because of such a dream?

I kept doing this to build my mind, telling myself not to be overly nervous, it was okay.

Uncle Feng also said that everyone has psychological problems, and I must not magnify my own problems.

No one else can defeat me, including my own father, I must believe in myself and hold on!

Cheering myself on like this, I gradually relaxed my heart and slowly loosened my heart knot.

I listened to music and cooked for the kids.

Dabao said that he wanted to eat sweet potato balls, so I made them for the children.

Making sweet potato balls is very simple: crush the boiled sweet potatoes into a puree, add an appropriate amount of starch milk, and form a ball.

Then knead it into a long strip, cut it into small pieces with a knife, knead each line segment into a round ball, and fry it in the oil pan until golden brown, and it is done.

The children love my meals very much, and Erbao is getting the fastest fat these days, and his whole body is very cute.

A plate of sweet potato balls quieted the children and ate them with relish while watching cartoons.

I sat on the side and picked up my phone to code, only to find that Fantuan sent me WeChat.

We haven't been in touch since his debut novel, Wasteland Rising, was signed.

His novels have been signed for 60 to 2 million words, but only 25 are in existence.

This meant that from now on, he would have to ensure a lot of time-coded writing every day. I'm a very interesting person and don't want to disturb anyone who is busy.

He sent me a picture, which was two books, Xin Zhongzheng's "The Legend of Fuxi".

He said he went to visit the writer yesterday and talked for three hours.

There are a lot of writers in our city.