It's December, and I've always said that I only have about 20 days left in this world, but now it's good that I live up to my name, and I only have 20 days left. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I talked about the sky before, but now it's time to talk about the second, I can't help but feel a little desolate when I say it, and my heart is full of emotion, lamenting the passage of time, and regretting the shortness of life.

Emotion, endless emotion!

After all, I'm a writer, and I feel that it's an occupational disease, a bad habit that I can't quit, and it seems that I'm going to take it to heaven with me.

In the past few days, my life still looks the same as before, getting up, eating, drinking a cup of coffee, entering the study to code, there has been no major change in the rules of life, and it is still going on according to the previous rhythm, step by step.

However, notice my wording, I mean what looks, that is, it looks similar on the surface, but the reality is very different from what it used to be.

In the past, every time I turned on the computer, I could quickly get into the working state, and even if I didn't get into the working mode right away, I would focus on the computer screen and then introduce myself into the state little by little.

But now I can't, I sit in front of the computer, I can't find it at all, I can't get myself into the so-called work state at all, I've tried to concentrate, but the attention is like hiding from me, I can't find it at all?

In five days, a total of three sentences were typed out on the word document.

The first sentence, a noun, plus a verb, a total of five words, took me a day.

The second sentence, an onomatopoeia, two words. Although it was only two words, it took me almost three days because I was struggling with which onomatopoeia to use in order to accurately express the strength of the action.

The third sentence, a little longer, a noun, an adjective, a verb, if you count the full stop, barely make up ten words. The time is not too much, just a little more than a day, which is compared with the previous two sentences.

These three sentences are the fruits of my hard work after five days of tossing in front of the computer.

It's not that I'm hitting a bottleneck in my writing, it's that my mind isn't in this area at all.

Now I'm thinking about summer every day, thinking about the layout of my gutter, and I don't even have the heart to think about writing, which is why I can't concentrate on the computer.

If the mind is not here, how can the attention be here? This is a very simple truth.

Although I am well aware of the importance of writing a novel to me, after all, only by completing it can I complete my agreement with the white-haired old man and get the chance to go to heaven.

As for whether the ditch can be dug or not? Can you get relief in the summer? The matter of going to heaven with me has nothing to do with half a dime, and the two can be said to be completely incompatible.

According to the model of RPG games, writing a novel is the main plot of my character at present, and digging a ditch is a completely secondary side plot.

The main line and the branches,Which is more important,It's already obvious.,What's more, my main plot is still time-limited.,If it can't be completed within the specified time,,Then it's not just a gameover.。

I am also a measured person, so I am naturally very aware of the stakes and what I should do most at the moment.

It's just that even though I know it very well in my heart, I still choose to go the opposite way, in the opposite direction, and move forward without hesitation.

You can say I'm headstrong, or I can't say I'm irrational, but for me, digging a ditch to lure the summer back to the sea and liberating her is the most meaningful thing to do, and it's the only thing I really want to do at the moment.

I didn't want to show how great I was, I did it because I owe it to Summer, I owe her so much, and what I did was really nothing compared to what she did for me.

I have fewer and fewer days left, and I don't expect to make up for everything I owe her, I just hope that before leaving, I can help her untie the knot, so that she can let go of everything and start her life again.

Or to apply the mode of RPG games, although the importance of the main plot is irreplaceable, but the existence of the side plot must also have its meaning of existence, and some special side plots often hide many unexpected plot easter eggs.

Outside of the main story, it's also a surprise to be able to get these special plot eggs, which is also a kind of fun, isn't it?

I can only think like this now, to comfort myself, otherwise, what else can I do? Push yourself to death?

Speaking of which, I still have to blame that girl in the summer, what are you knocking on the door if you have nothing to do? There was a knock on the door, but I was busy inside.

Remember, don't knock on the door, that's responsible.

Before I knew it, I pulled it back.

In the past few days, the writing thing is basically a waste, after all, three sentences in five days, not more than twenty words, this can't be regarded as a code word at all, just send a Weibo to complain about two sentences, can be more than the number of words in my three sentences.

Just give it up, don't force it, and be capricious.

I spent more time communicating with the summer, which is the so-called chatting, and the Northeast dialect is called chattering, and in our Ningbo dialect, it is about the avenue.

In the past two days, as long as I have the opportunity, I will chat with her, talk about the world, talk about things and things, up to astronomy and geography, down to trivialities, as far as the three emperors and five emperors, and as close as the stars tearing * (the second letter of English).

Anyway, I talk to her about all the topics I can find, and as long as she is interested, I will go deeper into the topic; If she's not interested, then I'll move on to the next topic.

To sum it up briefly, this kind of behavior of mine is the so-called lack of words.

I didn't do this because I was bored, but because I wanted to get closer to summer by chatting.

Although Summer's attitude towards me has been much better than before, and my inner resistance and defense against me have been reduced a lot, there is still a distance from touching her heart.

All I have to do now is to slowly approach her step by step, so that she can unguard and disarm me.

And the most effective way to lift the vigilance is probably to allow her to clearly distinguish me from the previous me, that is, to distinguish Chu Tianhe from Ling Feng, and no longer regard Chu Tianhe as Ling Feng's shadow, so that I can enlighten her as Chu Tianhe, a bystander, otherwise, it will only muddy the water more and more, and the ditch will dig farther and farther, and it will never reach the sea.