I'm afraid I'm going to be the worst one.

Fear that a group will abandon itself.

Fear of loneliness.

I'm afraid I can't do it.

I'm afraid that my parents will really say that there is no future in writing, and finding a good job is the right thing to do.

Fear of proving yourself wrong.

What was originally written out of passion and ideals has become a shackle that I have to write every day and dare not write.

Newcomers are always emerging, each of them seems to have a bright future, and they are the rising stars of the future.

Their grades are suffocating, and the attention they receive is enviable.

The back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and before he could push away the front waves, he was pushed by the back waves and sank into the sea like a bloody sunset.

Therefore, I didn't dare to stop at all, I didn't dare to relax.

As Mu Chun said, everything is because of fear.

What are you afraid of?

I can't tell.

I wanted to go on a trip, I wanted to go to South America, to Iceland, to Paris.

Another voice said that insisting on creating every day is the most basic quality of a writer, and if this can't be done, talk about what to write good works.

I know that occasional relaxation and travel allow what I call inspiration to grow naturally.

But I didn't dare to leave the computer, even if I had to accompany my mother on a trip, I always had to put my mother alone, put it into the computer, and write down 2,000 words in exchange for a moment of peace of mind.

Only the few minutes, a few seconds, that I just finished writing, was reassuring.

"What happened to the Book Fair Upstream?"

After Liuyun left with sleeping pills, Chu Sisi asked.

"It is said that the brain is blank, and the whole body can't help but tremble, but fortunately, the tremor is more of a subjective feeling, I just looked for the video of the interview that day, and there is no obvious tremor of the whole body, but there are still bumps and bumps in answering the questions."

"Just because you've been thinking about a problem, and then you're paralyzed?"

Chu Sisi tried to understand what happened to Liuyun.

"It must be bad for him."

"It's terrible, it can be said that the fear that was originally hidden floated on the table, as if the face was written 'I'm so scared', 'I'm afraid that this new person next to me is better than me', something like that

Sentence. ”

"So what to do? How is it treated? Do sleeping pills work? ”

"It works. It is imperative to get a good night's sleep after taking the medicine. ”

It seems that Saturday is not only my face, but it turns out that Liuyun is worse than me.

The main content of this charity ball is the publisher's Global Poor Writers Support Program, which was first initiated by programmers in Silicon Valley, helping talented programmers in poor areas, not only creating jobs in large enterprises, but also providing project start-up funds.

The charity project started five years ago and has since funded more than 20,000 talented programmers.

This time, the Writers Grant Program was proposed by several foundation members, and Pan Xiaoqing's mother was one of the initiators.

Pan Xiaoqing didn't expect that her mother had always been unimpressed with writing, and she didn't expect that she would support such a charity project.

But soon Pan Xiaoqing understood that everything was for profit and fame.

"Originally, I wanted to take the teacher to meet the people of the publishing house, but I didn't expect to make the teacher embarrassed."

"I don't have anything to worry about, I've never thought about publishing a book, how can Dr. Chu lie and tell people that I'm creating a book on psychosomatics."

"But the teacher wasn't ...... before"

Before Chu Sisi finished speaking, Mu Chun was already prostrate on the ground, slowly moving like an earthworm.

"What is the teacher doing?"

"This floor is really good, you send a photo to Xiaolin and tell her that the floor for dancing is ready, and she can come and perform a horse or something for me on Friday, I'm looking forward to it, I must come."

"Do you want to send it today? What if she refuses? ”

"Then you have to find a way, aren't you a girl? There is always a way for girls to agree to their requests. ”

Chu Sisi was not sure, so he took a photo of the floor and sent it to Xiaolin according to what Mu Chun said.

Xiao Lin quickly replied to the message, and every word in the message had a cute and cute expression.

Mu Chun heard the sound of Chu Sisi's mobile phone replying, so he grabbed it and said that he wanted to take a look.

After seeing that Xiao Lin promised to come on Friday, he didn't have the pride he used to have, but bit his lip and frowned.

"I'm going to go out in a while, Doctor Chu will be on duty." If a patient comes, he can prescribe some smart drugs, sleep aids, etc., and ask him to come back for a follow-up appointment tomorrow or next week. ”

"No."

Chu Sisi has never had contact with a patient alone, and Chu Sisi can't figure out how to talk to the patient about their condition.

In the final analysis, Mu Chun didn't teach her by hand.

said that it was teaching, and it was simply to let Chu Sisi cooperate to do something other than medical treatment.

Sending lipstick, putting on makeup, registering a reader account, etc., these things can be done by a single clerk.

After Mu Chun finished explaining, he took off his white coat and left the hospital in a hurry, and when he came back, he ran into the toilet again and locked the door of the men's toilet on the fifth floor.

"Look, is there a difference?"

"What!"

Two white arms lay side by side on the table.

"Can you see the difference?"

Mu Chun looked up and down, left, right, and right, looking at Chu Sisi and his own arms.

"Of course there is a difference, I can tell at a glance that my hand is my own hand and the teacher's hand."

"Oh, that's the problem."

Mu Chun suddenly realized.

During the lunch break, Liu Tiantian was also invited to the outpatient room, and put his arm on the table like Chu Sisi.

Mu Chun looked at the hands of the two back and forth, and finally couldn't help but put his hand in.

"It's useless, you can still tell at a glance which one is Dr. Mu Chun's arm."

"That's it!"

Mu Chun squinted his eyes and rushed into the men's toilet again.

By the time Mu Chun happily returned to the outpatient room, Liu Tiantian had already returned to work in the outpatient hall. Standing on the newly paved floor of the clinic was Zhang Mei, dressed in a light green suit and stepping on six-centimeter-tall silver and black heels.

"Barrister Zhang, it's very expensive, this floor is very expensive."

"My shoes are also very expensive, could it be that you have to take off your shoes and bare legs before you can come in to see a doctor in the future?"

Zhang Mei's gaze was like a sword staring at Mu Chun's bare feet and wet calves.

Mu Chun swaggered and walked to Zhang Mei with a white coat and sat on the ground.

"Lawyer Zhang, you are really my savior, I want to find someone I am not familiar with to help, and you suddenly came, what a nobleman, noble."

After some rhetoric, Zhang Mei finally let Zhang Mei look at his legs, is it very beautiful and clean.

Mu Chun was originally thin, and his skin was thin and white after not seeing the sun for a long time, and now, in front of Zhang Mei were two legs that had just been cleaned.