In a trance, the door of the study was pushed open, and her mother Yang Xin walked in.

"Xiao Zhe, it's time to eat. ”

Shen Zhe said helplessly: "Mom, why do you keep calling me to eat, what time is it?" ”

"Hey, I don't know what to do. Yang Xin said.

"It's getting dark, if you don't eat dinner, you're going on a hunger strike...... Okay, I'll eat with your dad, don't come. ”

Shen Zhe turned his head to look out the window, looked at the time under the screen again, and was taken aback.

Hurriedly turned off the computer, pushed away the chair and went to the living room.

The living room of Shen Zhe's house is not big, and the dining table and tea table are the same mahogany dwarf.

Father Shen Mingcheng was already eating with a rice bowl, and he glanced up at his son and made a look.

Shen Zhe took a look, and his mother's face was not very good-looking. Don't think about it, it must have been what she said in the study just now that made her unhappy.

"Dad, change your position and let me sit with my mother today. ”

Generally speaking, when eating, the father and mother sit side by side on the sofa, and Shen Zhe moves a small bench to sit opposite.

Shen Mingcheng didn't speak, sat down on the bench that his son moved with the bowl, and continued to pick up the dishes.

Shen Zhe went over, and first pressed Yang Xin's shoulder with a fake look, looking flattering.

Yang Xin glared at Shen Zhe: "Go, don't let people eat, the bowl is about to shake off for you!"

Shen Zhe turned around and sat down, picking up the bowl: "Mom, don't be angry, I forgot the time just now, and I thought it was half afternoon." ”

"Eat you," Yang Xin's face looked better, but he still said: "Sooner or later, I will be angry with the two of you!"

When Shen Mingcheng heard this, he said innocently: "What's the matter with me?"

"Humph!"

Shen Zhe and his father glanced at each other, and they had a kinship.

Yang Xin is the biggest in the family, once the conflict breaks out, Shen Zhe and his father Shen Mingcheng must join forces to resist the strong.

Even then, the results were often similar to today's.

Yang Xin wasn't really angry, and still cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks after the meal.

Shen Mingcheng returned to the sofa, turned on the TV, dialed the news channel, lit a cigarette, and became an uncle.

Shen Zhe's throat was a little itchy, and he also smoked in the original time and space, and he had more than ten years of smoking in his thirty-year career. But when I came to this time and space, my body was just a little teenager, and I was smoking a cigarette again, it was purely looking for a cigarette.

Besides, as long as a man learns to smoke, there is nothing he does not regret, which is equivalent to suffering from mental illness.

It's better to be out of sight.

"Dad, I'm going to the study. ”

Shen Mingcheng ignored him, he was a taciturn character and didn't like to talk.

Walking to the door of the study, Shen Zhe turned around and said, "Dad, smoke less." ”

Shen Mingcheng was stunned for a moment, looking at the half of the cigarette in his hand silently, his wife said that no matter how many times he said, he couldn't quit.

The son said for the first time that this time the demon sent the gods, but he hesitated to extinguish it.

……

In the study, Shen Zhe sat at the computer desk and took out paper and pen from the drawer.

Think about it in your mind, pick a poem, and write it down.

How do I meet you

In your most beautiful moments

for this

I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years

Ask it to make us a dust bond

The Buddha then turned me into a tree

Grow by the side of the road where you must pass

Flowers bloom discreetly in the sun

The flowers are the hope of my past life

When you approach

Please listen carefully

The trembling leaves are the enthusiasm I am waiting for

And you finally walk by in defiance

Falling to the ground behind you

Yuhan: That's not a petal

It's my withered heart]

This is a poem by Ms. Shi Shixi who understands nature, and of course, more people regard it as a love poem.

Shen Zhe made a few word changes, expressing it from a first-person perspective, turning the girl's heart into a boy's spring.

A few days ago, when Shen Zhe went to find Lin Yuhan, he saw that she was reading a modern poetry collection by a poet. may be too engaged, and when I read it to the end, I was so depressed that I almost burst into tears, and I was very moved.

Shen Zhe took it and took a look, called "Qingqiu Poems".

The author is a Chinese lyrical poet, as if his pen name is Leng Yue Qingqiu, a five-star poet.

picked up a few poems to read, the male poet wrote poems of resentment, and the whole article was pretending to be sick without illness, and Shen Zhe almost threw away the poetry collection in his hand.

It's okay to say that you are sick for the sake of new words, but if you pretend to be too much, you will really become a disease.

"Just this broken poetry collection, coaxing your tears down?" Shen Zhe said.

Lin Yuhan glanced at him: "If you have the ability, you can write a poem!"

"Okay, I'll write one for you. ”

When I was about to start writing, I found that Lin Yuhan's mother would come back from work immediately, and changed her words: "Give me a few days." ”

I forgot about it when I went out, who knew that girl would remember it today, so I had to do it quickly.

After copying the poem, I shook my head and read it again, refreshed.

The things on the TV in the art museum flashed back to my mind, I don't know what happened next, there should be a report on the Internet.

I turned the computer on again, and sure enough, the final result came out.

The girl was rescued by firefighters and taken back to the ward, where she was under the strict care of her mother.

According to reports, the girl's name is Jiang Ying, who is only 21 years old this year and is in her senior year at Zhonghai University. If this kind of thing happens when you are about to graduate, your life will be almost ruined, let alone that you haven't jumped out of the abyss of despair now.

Still want to die?

Shen Zhe frowned.

Looks like I need to bring Helen Keller's book here.

Originally, he planned to start the path of literature when he was in college, but now that he needs to, he can do it a year earlier.

After reading this book, I don't believe that you will still have the idea of suicide, Helen Keller's courage to overcome life is too strong. From the perspective of a weak girl with a disability and strong will, I would like to warn you that you should cherish life, cherish the qiē given by God, and then think so and obey you.

Suicide is shameful.

Even a blind and deaf person loves life, who has a reason to commit suicide?

"If You Give Me Three Days of Light" is about 200,000 words, and it takes several days just to type.

There is no such person as Helen Keller in this time and space, so I have to replace it with an overhead and write it as an autobiographical novel.

Starting tonight, maybe I can be seen by that girl, a little inspired.

"When I opened my eyes and found that I couldn't see anything clearly, and it was dark in front of me, I was terrified and sad as if I had been scared by a nightmare, and I will never forget that feeling in this life. ”

The first paragraph is very suitable for the girl's current psychological state.

Time passed minute by minute, and the words appeared in his mind, and he was knocked into the document by Shen Zhe.

"Click, click, click......"

When Shen Zhe felt that his arm was sore, he just finished the first chapter.

It's too late to start today, and I am working overtime these days, and I should be able to finish it before the start of the school year.

When the codeword has completely become a hard work, the writer himself has become a reader, and he has been baptized again invisibly, and I really have to admire Helen's courage.

Get up and stretch your arms, sit down again, save your documents, close your computer and get ready for bed.

I'm too tired today, so I won't practice calligraphy.

Since I decided to take the path of literature, the level of calligraphy should not be too bad, at least it can be read. The original time and space have been hitting the streets, the pressure of life is breathless, and I don't have the energy to practice calligraphy.

Parents have rested.

Shen Zhe went to the bathroom to get his personal hygiene, turned off the living room light, checked the door, and entered the bedroom.

There is also a small bookcase next to the bedside, and Shen Zhe has the habit of reading before going to bed.

After a while, the book fell under the bed.