So, I actually took a screenshot and saved it.

I have a habit of deleting chat history at will, and if I don't take screenshots and save them, I will soon delete them habitually.

After doing something I didn't know why, I put down my phone and went to work in the kitchen, preparing the ingredients for lunch.

When I was done, I picked up my phone to check the real-time news, and I saw a piece of news that would shock everyone.

Here is a partial reproduction of this news.

The Japanese Diamond Princess cruise ship departed from Yokohama on January 20, docked in Kagoshima on January 22, arrived in Hong Kong on January 25, docked in Naha on February 1, and returned to Yokohama.

The ship carried 2,666 passengers and 1,045 crew members, a total of 3,711 people, half of whom were Japanese, and others from more than 50 countries and regions.

A man in his 80s from Hong Kong, China, boarded the ship on January 20 and was tested for infection with the novel coronavirus after disembarking in Hong Kong on the 25th.

After that, the Japanese health authorities tested the passengers on board who showed symptoms of the problem. Over the past few days, the number of confirmed cases has been rising.

The Diamond Princess became a giant ship eroded by the coronavirus.

This is really terrible, terrible news. Compared to the people in the hardest-hit areas of the virus, we are really happy now.

May this plague become a thing of the past as soon as possible, and may all people survive this catastrophe.

I couldn't help but fold my hands in silent prayer, and the children didn't understand what I was doing, but they also folded their hands together.

I looked at them, and the little ones with their eyes closed and words in their mouths were really cute.

Life is short, and how many people say that it is gone.

Because of such a happy moment, even if there will be countless pains and tribulations, everyone will still be willing to move forward and live.

Death is never a good topic.

Now the whole world is panicking because of this plague. I just hope that the people in my city don't think that this is a pure land that is absolutely safe.

Don't wait for disaster to strike and regret not being able to prevent it. But I'm just an amateur, I can't control others, I can only manage myself.

So, I told the children: the virus is too bad outside, let's not go around.

The children's little faces were full of disappointment and asked me: Mom, can we go downstairs to a place where there is no one to jump rope for a while?

The space in the house is too small to play with skipping rope to your heart's content. The adults couldn't stay anymore, and the children were even more suffocated.

Where is no one?

When we really got dressed and went downstairs, we realized that it was really cold today.

I took the children to shiver in the howling cold wind, and with a glance, we ran into the corridor together with a very tacit understanding, and hurriedly climbed the stairs to go home.

The children were laughing happily and discussing how they were running away in a hurry, and they couldn't go out to play when it was too cold. Listening to their soft voices, my heart melted.

But as soon as they entered the house, the two of them fought, and I didn't even know what they were fighting for.

I was angry and told them to stop.

But the two of them were so happy with their words, punches and kicks, that they didn't listen to me at all. I simply stood on the sidelines and watched the battle, and I was so happy to watch.

They both laughed as they fought and reconciled hand in hand. I knew it was going to be like this!

They are a small independent world, even if I am their inseparable mother, I can't squeeze into their small world to point fingers.

I can't think of a better way to keep them from fighting, so I can only watch the situation and stop it in time to prevent them from accidentally hurting each other.

I'm not an expert in parenting, but I know that where there are people, there are disputes. Now they fight with each other every day, and it is a good thing that they can dare to face and fight since they were young.

Now that they're watching the cartoon "Team Woomi", I'm a little sleepy when I'm lying in bed writing novels.

Just when I was about to fall asleep, a small soft body burrowed into my arms, and then a very small voice said: Mom, I love you.

This is Erbao, and she keeps confessing to me every day. I smiled and hugged her, but she got up and walked away.

So, I soon fell into a deep sleep.

As long as I fall asleep, I dream, which means that I have not been able to fall into a deep sleep. As soon as I enter the dream, I immediately remember everything I had in my dreams.

There is a place for me in that world in my dreams, and once I enter it, I will get back most of all the memories there, and then I can act like a fish in water in that world.

In my dreams, I can connect all the previous dreams, but when I wake up, I almost forget them.

Over the years, perhaps because of the conditioned reflex, I was able to know that I had been in the same dream all along, but I didn't know why.

Could it be that I have consumed too much physical intelligence in my dreams, which will cause my memory to decline in real life?

So, are the hallucinations and auditory hallucinations that I have produced these days an extended response to the comprehensive combat power in my dreams?

Belch...... I found that my imagination was getting more and more outrageous.

When I woke up, I was thinking about it for a while, and then I fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, I was in much better spirits. I'm sure I was dreaming of that big warm embrace again.

I couldn't help but start laughing at myself, what was wrong with me? I was held in such a gentle and powerful embrace in my dream, so I slept so well?

Is this kind of behavior an idiot or a nymphomaniac?

I often laugh at myself in my heart that I am a shameless old woman, and at the age of 38, I still yearn for a man's arms so much!

Fortunately, it's just a dream, anyway, it's a secret that only you know, and you'll be relieved to laugh at yourself.

I picked up my phone and looked at it, and found that Yu Zecheng sent me WeChat again, but there was only one sentence: I miss her, and I can only feel at ease when I see her.

I looked at the time, and this WeChat was sent half an hour ago. I wasn't going to reply because I'm sure he doesn't need my reply.

Now Yu Zecheng has also become a micro-friend who doesn't need my reply, he just wants to express his emotional confusion, and it doesn't matter who he expresses it to.

He doesn't need my reply because he can have fun with himself, and Yu Zecheng doesn't need my reply because he just wants to play with his beloved girl now.

I became a bosom sister and a listener. Maybe I should set a fee and make a little money while it's hot.

I also have my own fun, and I'm content as long as I can be with the kids.

Now that I don't have to go to work, I can concentrate on writing, what more can I ask for?

Yu Zecheng, my favorite friend, come on!