The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is to touch my phone and check the real-time news of the fight against the epidemic.

Every time I look at the data report, I feel bad. I kept reading the news, and I felt sad and depressed.

Soon after I got up, I heard about a very bad thing: Mr. Liu died.

Liu is always a screen name, not a president or general manager or anything like that.

This friend's surname is Liu, and I don't remember what his big name is, anyway, everyone calls him Mr. Liu.

We met when we used to work part-time. A few years ago, I met him in the real Hui supermarket and had a brief chat.

At that time, he also said that it was good to take a dry bath like me, and I said that if you want to learn, you can contact me on WeChat, and I will help you find a master.

Unexpectedly, now it is separated by yin and yang. I opened his circle of friends, and sure enough, the first one was sent by his daughter.

The content is the news that he has died of a heart attack.

He's only in his early forties, so he's really young. Friends who know each other, everyone sighs on WeChat, and some say that he lives with his mother-in-law, as if he is angry.

The specific reason is not very clear to anyone, and everything is speculation. The deceased is gone, so don't talk about it too much.

Just the sudden death of an illness in the prime of life is shocking and unacceptable to everyone.

Some people don't update their circle of friends and don't speak, and they are in a quiet state, maybe it's not that they are deleted or blocked, but that they are no longer alive.

When the person is gone, will he delete his WeChat? I can't do it, at least not yet.

Looking at Mr. Liu's circle of friends, most of them are about eating and drinking. I met him by chance a few years ago, and I did find that he really gained too much weight.

Staying at home these days with nothing to do, I'm also fat, and I feel fat faster than fattening pigs.

I had back pain for the past two days, and now I have some suspicions that this is a precursor to a heart attack. I saw an article about back pain before a heart attack.

Yu Zecheng didn't talk to me on WeChat all day today, and I didn't take the initiative to contact him.

The second day of a hangover was very uncomfortable, and I know very well what it was like. I didn't want to bother him, and I didn't know how to deal with him.

The days seemed to be as calm as water, eating, drinking, and sleeping. Staying at home with nothing to do, except taking care of the children, writing novels became the only pleasure.

I went to read the novel again, and I always had a weird feeling in my heart.

It may be that I have been used to writing books on the platform of reading at the starting point, and entering the vertical and horizontal novel is like breaking into the courtyard of someone else's house, with all kinds of strangeness and discomfort.

Writing at the starting point, I haven't written anything famous for more than 400 days. Instead of wandering around with nowhere to put it, it is better to cultivate well in one place.

In the morning, I suddenly found a message from the writer's consultation, so I clicked on it to read, but I didn't expect to receive an olive branch.

It is an invitation to sign up.

That's a good thing, at least because the book has received the attention of the editors. I've been envious of rice balls these days, but I didn't expect my book to be okay with the female frequency.

I clicked on the WeChat chat box and told Fantuan about it.

Usually when I talk to him, I don't necessarily have a reply when, but this time I replied quickly.

Had a few words of chatting and it was pleasant. I said I was hesitant to accept the invitation to sign a contract.

The first book of "Idle House" was signed, because there was no manuscript in storage, and I had to go to work every day, so I was physically and mentally exhausted and sick.

The second book "Pigs Are Suitable", I posted it on the male frequency, and I took the initiative to apply twice, but I didn't pass.

Fantuan said, it seems that fantasy themes are not suitable for you, and male frequency is not suitable for you. Actually, I think so myself.

One day, I wrote more than 10,000 words, and I thought that I didn't have to follow the rules and send a chapter every day, so I sent it out continuously.

Fantuan said: It should be a few days before you return to work, and I think you will have time to save some drafts.

I also think that we can't wear masks in the bathing industry, and I guess we can't open them for the time being. All shopping malls that have reopened on these two days are all required to wear masks.

In the bathing and catering industries, masks are not allowed to be worn.

Even if I go back to work now, I don't dare to go. I said that I was suffering from pneumonia and that I was more afraid of being infected.

Life and death are impermanent, who can not be afraid?

Mr. Fangiri gave me some good suggestions and was very helpful. I would like to thank him again here, the more good things in my head are different!

I'm not still in the mood right now, and I can't write anything at all. kept telling myself not to think about Yu Zecheng, but the dream from last night was always automatically playing in my mind.

The feeling of being hugged by him was so real, and the refreshing smell on his body seemed to linger in his nose.

Especially that kiss...... I even had the touch of a bite on my lips......

I'm going crazy! I'm really going crazy! I'm like a little girl in love, immersed in that sweetness and can't extricate myself.

But that's a dream!

I thought I just had a cold, but now it looks like I might have a mental problem. I've never seen a real person, and I'm infatuated with it.

My heart trembles just thinking of his name!

I must be crazy! Or I'm stupid! Got me?

I listened to Fangiri's novel with the voice reading function, but it was only five chapters, and I finished it quickly.

And to be honest, I wasn't in a good state, and I didn't fully engage half-heartedly when I listened to it.

Just when I was struggling like a fool, Yu Zecheng sent a WeChat message.