In the 70s of the last century, an American meteorologist named Lorenz explained the theory of air systems and said that the occasional vibration of a butterfly's wings in the Amazon rainforest may cause a tornado in Texas two weeks later.

A very small change in the initial conditions can make a huge difference in its future state. This is known as the butterfly effect.

At this moment, Jia Youwei's soul left his body and watched him fall in the study. He knew that the individual was not in a coma, but a sudden death from the heart.

He walked with his steps, circling back and forth around the corpse he was lying on the ground. I was not doing a farewell ceremony for the body, but I was completely reluctant to leave.

This person usually goes to heaven or hell after he dies. However, Jia Youwei didn't want to do both, and only wanted to continue to stay in the world, after all, his daughter was still young, only eight years old this year, and she began to enter the second grade of primary school.

"Boom", a huge thunder suddenly sounded, causing many people to be startled. At the same time, the detached soul was able to return to the body of its original owner.

Jia Youwei slowly opened his eyes, feeling as if he had had a dream before. He sat up first, then picked up a book that had fallen nearby and held it in his right hand.

After a moment's pause, he got up from the ground and turned sideways, intending to put the book back on the shelf.

Jia Youwei stared at the bookshelf and was immediately confused. Is this still my own bookshelf? It was originally full, but it became clear at a glance that there were many fewer books.

He came back to his senses, hurried over to the bookshelves, and began to examine them one by one. In addition to the books of Lu Guo Maoba and Lao Cao, those who are still alive among contemporary writers are also in the books. As for the books that have disappeared, they belong to the works of contemporary writers who have separated from the world.

Suddenly, Jia Youwei had an unprecedented creative impulse. So, he put the book in his hand into a gap on the shelf, turned around, walked to the desk in three steps and sat down hurriedly.

I pulled out a drawer in the middle, picked up a pen and manuscript paper, and couldn't help but write hard. He wrote down everything that was currently on his mind word for word.

Jia Youwei put down the pen on his right hand, picked up the first page of manuscript paper with both hands, and just looked at the two lines, he knew that the short story he had completed did not belong to his original work, but to the original author Wang Zengqi, who died in 1997.

Wang Zengqi's name is not a household name. Or rather, little is known. His works have not been selected into textbooks, but he is an out-and-out literary male god in the eyes of many people, known as a lyrical humanitarian, the last pure literati in China, and the last scholar in China.

Of course, Jia Youwei also likes Wang Zengqi's works. What was written on the manuscript paper he was on was the other party's short story "Ordination".

Jia Youwei has mixed feelings. There is a voice in my head that says that the world will change because of you, and they will disappear because of you.

"Lao Jia, this is your rejection again. It's not that you're a daughter, what are you doing badly, but you have to be a writer. You've been writing for so many years, and you haven't seen your work published in a literary magazine. Jia Qianqian carried his backpack and held a large envelope containing a small stack of manuscript paper in both hands.

She put things on the desk as soon as she put them on the desk, and then said, "Look at the name you gave me, you have no talent for literature at all."

Money, money, cheesy don't want it. In addition, our surname is Jia, not Zhen. So, you're a fake writer, not a real writer. ”

Jia Youwei's dream since he was a child has always been to become a writer. He willingly fought for this all his life, and he never changed.

He was immediately displeased: "Are you Lao Tzu, or am I Lao Tzu? Do I need you to educate me? What's wrong with the surname Jia?"

Did I insult you? Your name and money are not taken by me, don't wronged me, but your cheesy mother who can't be more cheesy gave it to you. ”

"I have never denied the objective fact that you are my son. Day after day, month after month, year after year, you hardly go out and don't you get bored?

This is the most likely to get depression and the most suicidal. Jia Qianqian has a precocious maturity that is much more precocious than his peers, but he also has a baby voice that should be there at this age.

Jia Youwei was really angry with her, erected two fingers of his right hand and said, "I have done two things in my life that I regret for the rest of my life." One is to marry your mother, and the other is to give birth to you. ”

"Lao Jia, you are wrong. You've divorced my mom, so there's no such thing as a lifelong regret. To be precise, you should have woken up. It is precisely because of giving birth to me that your life is not pale, but has the greatest value.

A genius like me, who is both beautiful and intelligent, looks super cute, and has an IQ of 160, is the most beautiful mathematician, if not the greatest mathematician in human history. Recently, I finished reading Calculus. Jia Qianqian said confidently.

"You...... You are an unfilial daughter. Jia Youwei suddenly stood up and said.

"Lao Jia, loyalty is good for deeds. Listen to your daughter's advice, you should go out and find a serious job to do!

I don't expect you to make money, it's all about having fun when you're old. You have to understand that it's not that work needs people, it's people who need work. Jia Qianqian said slowly.

"Who says I don't have a job? Writing is my job. Even if I don't do anything in my life, I won't starve me and you to death. Jia Youwei has always regarded himself as a high-level nomad, but he was also forced by his daughter to change his words for a while.

Of course, Jia Qianqian knew that his father was not trying to make a fuss. If you have your ancestors in your own house, you won't have to worry about money at all. As long as the external environment does not deteriorate, and there are no losers with such bad conduct as gambling in the family, then there will be no poverty for generations, and there will be endless money.

Who made the shops in one of the city's most prosperous commercial streets all surnamed Jia, and their family's family was enough to collect rent enough to put their father and daughter in the ranks of 1%.

What's more, the two of them don't have any high consumption. They also don't like high consumption, and their spiritual pursuits far exceed material things.

In addition to general daily expenses such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, etc., the biggest expenditure is to buy books, so that uninformed outsiders think that the Jia family's economic situation is very ordinary, and even poor.