Always pay attention to self-cultivation. I am indifferent to fame and fortune, and I live a very casual and comfortable life, and I am used to writing in addition to daily work and necessary housework. Occasionally, when I am physically and mentally exhausted, I play games to relax my heartstrings. Overall, my life is very regular. Although most of the time, I am quite short on money, but I am quite satisfied with this kind of dull life, and I can even say that I am addicted.

Under normal circumstances, there are no surprises. As usual, I send my children to school, then go to work, and work hard whenever I have free time. Of course, the habit of writing hasn't been around for long.

I've been thinking about the question, "What do people live for?" "For the sake of fame? For profit? After the accidental death of the youngest female section-level cadre in our unit, it didn't take long for her to fade out of sight. I've always wondered how long her children will be able to remember her. What's more, her children are not immortal. Under the tide of market economy, the role of money is becoming more and more significant. There are many people who promote: there is nothing in this world that money can't buy? Driven by the idea of "everything looks at money", even socialist China has continuously produced millionaires, tens of millions, and even billionaires. However, there is also a saying in China: "Money is something outside the body, you don't bring it in life, you don't take it in death." "No matter how much wealth you have, if you close your eyes, it will become illusory. Even billionaires, after they die, how long can they be remembered? Therefore, "chasing fame and fortune" is not the work of the wise. In this case, where is the "value of life" embodied?

Such doubts have always haunted me. At a class reunion, the former homeroom teacher gave us a copy of his book "Scholar's Singing". With a new book in hand, I was as excited as a thirsty traveler in the desert who suddenly discovers an oasis. Unexpectedly, I finally discovered my purpose in life, and I finally found my "value in life".

As soon as I got back, I started writing. At that time, the idea was very simple, as long as what I wrote could bring happiness or inspiration to one person, then I would realize the value of my life. Therefore, in his author bio, he wrote: "If I can give my dear readers a little pleasure, I will not be worth it!" "That's definitely what I really think.

I was lucky because my debut novel "Soul Saving the World" was favored by 17K and was successfully published. On the day of the publication, I was not only excited, but also strengthened my belief in writing. In my impression, it should be the next day, the click-through rate exceeded 300, that is, on that day, my work was listed on the Baidu search engine. With the skyrocketing click-through rate, some web games began to borrow "Soul Salvation" to increase their popularity, and finally the work was listed on Baidu Encyclopedia and Sogou Encyclopedia.

However, my creation is by no means for "fame and fortune", so I have never applied for a contract, and solemnly reiterated to my enthusiastic book friends: "Never send VIP chapters!" I remember that I once said in a reply: "It is not easy to continue to create without any remuneration." ”

"Persistence"? No, in fact, "writing" has become an integral part of my life. Except for very special cases, when I really don't have a chance to touch the computer, I only occasionally stop writing for a day or two, and I "write" every day. I set myself a minimum target: at least 3,000 words a day!

It really didn't take long. I hadn't been writing for a year when I got a phone call.

"Brother (from the same family, but there have been three or four generations apart, and he is a cousin who is far away), what is the matter?" At the time, my tone was very relaxed, and I didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all.

"You'd better be mentally prepared."

I could hear that my cousin's tone was very dull. I immediately realized that something was wrong, and my heart pounded. "Out, what's wrong?" I asked tentatively in a slightly trembling tone.

"Your father has been feeling a little unwell lately, and he went to the hospital for a check-up, and the condition may be a little bad." The cousin's words were still dull.

I was stunned for a moment, and then a deep sense of worry came over me. First told me to "have a certain amount of mental preparation", and then stressed that "the situation is not good", is it, is it...... I really didn't dare to think about it anymore. I could clearly feel my heart trembling. For a while, I forgot to take my cousin's words.

When my cousin saw that I was silent for a long time, he had to continue to speak: "Maybe it's cancer......"

"Boom ......", I felt as if my head had exploded violently, and my whole soul had been blown away. My mind went blank. This is definitely a "thunderbolt from the blue", and without any mental preparation, I was immediately chopped with seven meat and eight vegetables. My brain is a mess, and I can't figure out if I can't believe it, or if I don't know what to do? Anyway, when "cancer", a word that I couldn't imagine, fell on my father, I fell into a state of almost sluggishness.

I don't know how long it took for me to remember my cousin's hurried cry again.

The long silence made my cousin realize that something was wrong, so on the other end of the phone, he kept calling my name anxiously. It wasn't until I answered that my cousin breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't worry too much, the results of the inspection are not out yet. Now I just know that my uncle (as my father is called) has a tumor in his throat, and as for whether it is benign or malignant, it is not certain. Of course, my cousin could understand my feelings at this time, so he kindly comforted me.

Not to mention, this kind of comfort is really useful for a medical layman like me. Yes, tumors are benign and malignant, and it seems that I am a little too worried when the results have not yet come out. Forced himself to suppress the anxiety and panic in his heart, thanked his cousin in what he thought was the most normal tone and chatted for a while, and then hung up the phone with some restlessness.

Routine is the easiest to break, and after answering this unexpected phone call, my life gradually became chaotic. Later, the abnormal update of "Soul Salvation" all started from this. The "bolt from the blue" brought by this phone call not only disrupted my writing habits, but also disrupted my normal life. But I didn't hate this phone call at all, because if it wasn't for this phone call, I wouldn't have been able to know the real physical condition of my father, who was working in Zhejiang, in time. In a way, I have to be grateful to my cousin who made this call.