"Why did you answer the phone?" Wen Jiali said with a crying voice,

She is actually scared, usually she is too scared to be at home alone after watching particularly scary ghost movies, and she must be accompanied by Wu Meiyun.

But today she was scared, but Wu Meiyun was not at home, and seeing that it was about to get dark, she was in a hurry.

"It's busy, I didn't hear it. What happened to you? Wu Meiyun was very busy, but she still heard her daughter's fear.

"It's just getting dark, I'm scared." Wen Jiali replied truthfully.

"Are you watching those useless ghost movies again? I'm not saying don't look at you if you're timid! Wu Meiyun immediately understood.

It's just that she thought Wen Jiali was scared by horror movies again this time.

Thinking of this, Wu Meiyun wanted to roll her eyes, how could her daughter not look like her at all, if she didn't clearly remember that she gave birth to her, she would have to wonder if she was holding the wrong one.

She is so bold, very confident, can cook, and is not so sensitive, and her daughter is completely opposite to her.

When she was a child, she watched horror movies with Wu Meiyun, but she was so scared that she didn't dare to sleep alone for several weeks, and she had to sleep in the middle of their couple's bed every night.

Although Wu Meiyun suspected that she did it deliberately in order to sleep with her parents.

But when she was staying out of high school, she was scared into a nervous breakdown because she went to a haunted house to play, and she was sure that she was really timid.

Later, every time she watched a horror movie, she would have nightmares, auditory hallucinations and hallucinations, fantasizing that she could see all kinds of strange things.

Therefore, Wu Meiyun would not let her alone at home when she expressed her fear, so she put down her work and rushed home after talking to Wen Jiali's cousin Wu Miaoli.

But when she returned, she found that Wen Jiali had fallen asleep.

Wu Meiyun watched her daughter sleep with a frown, so she quietly walked in to help her cover the quilt, and then gently smoothed her brows.

"This little girl, why is she so sensitive."

After she finished speaking, she paused, someone had said before that a person is sensitive and prone to hallucinations because of her weak magnetic field.

This kind of person is easily disturbed by the abnormal magnetic field around him, and he is also very sensitive, and he is easy to feel some things that others can't feel.

Therefore, they are usually weaker, more sensitive, and more prone to injury than others.

After thinking for a while, Wu Meiyun kissed Wen Jiali's forehead and quietly left her room.

Many people say that she spoils this child too much, causing her to be so old that she can't do without her mother.

There are also people who will attack Wen Jiali for being a mother's treasure girl and unable to be independent.

But Wen Jiali didn't care what they said at all, she just wanted to live with her closest people.

Especially as her mother is getting older, she hopes that she can always be there for her daughter when she needs her daughter the most, just as she had her mother at every stage when she was a child.

And Wu Meiyun didn't spoil Wen Jiali all the time, but sent her to other places when she was in junior high school.

Until she graduated from college, she didn't ask Wen Jiali to come back, and even encouraged her to go wherever she wanted, go as far as she could, and don't keep thinking about home.

But Wen Jiali returned to the area where she was born after four years of working outside.

But she didn't go back to the town, and she didn't want to go back to a place that was too small because there weren't many job opportunities.

After Wu Meiyun heard her words, she left the town directly and came to the city closest to her hometown to rent a house.

For the next few days, Wen Jiali was staring at the computer in a daze, she wanted to conceive a novel, but she didn't know what to write.

She has also read other people's novels, many of which start well, but she feels tired when she sees them in the middle.

But she thought that even so, people would be considered successful, after all, they attracted people.

She can't even write an attractive beginning, just looking around to see some of the ideas written by others, or writing a novel to navigate.

Eventually, in a course that taught how to write novels, I saw that the first essential for success in writing a novel is to write it.

Wen Jiali smiled when she saw this, yes, she didn't start writing, what are she grinding here, it's a waste of time.

Isn't everything about finding problems in practice and correcting them? After all, everything is difficult at the beginning, as long as you pass that hurdle, it will be a little smoother in the future.

So she stopped thinking too much, but opened the text and started typing.

She wrote about a scene she dreamed about many years ago, in which she saw a theater on fire, and one of the women was dancing on stage, but because she was too involved to realize that the fire was too big, she was surrounded by a raging fire.

After Wen Jiali saw this scene in the dream, she shouted nervously, but found that the woman was not in a hurry and was smiling.

Later, Martian jumped on her dress, and the hem of her red dress was ignited by the fire, and she did not rush to extinguish the fire after seeing this scene, but began to circle around.

The bright red skirt was thrown up like a blooming rose, and the flame was like a golden embellishment on the rose.

I don't know if she couldn't feel the burning heat in her dream, Wen Jiali only felt that this scene was too beautiful, so beautiful that she couldn't bear to interrupt, and finally missed the best opportunity to save people.

The end result was that the woman was consumed by the fire and disappeared.

Wen Jiali still remembers the feeling after waking up at that time, as if she was a little addicted and a little pity.

She looked at the words she had written, and fell into the same feeling as she had at the time.

It's just that what she wrote is just a fragment, and how should she use this fragment?

Since she is a fire in the opera house, it is better to write a story about what happened in the opera house.

But she hadn't seen the opera, she hadn't been to the scene, she didn't have that feeling, she only dreamed of a scene.

Wen Jiali, who was deep in thought, opened the website to find the city's opera performance schedule, and she planned to buy a ticket for herself to go and see it.

"Wow, the opera is so expensive, I don't know if I don't watch it." Wen Jiali, a person who has no artistic cells, does not understand this.

Maybe she was a layman, she didn't understand music or art, and she even thought she might fall asleep while watching the opera.

But if you're looking for inspiration, take a look. Anyway, I made a little money last time in the last days of Givens, and I can still watch an opera once.

But she hasn't sold the last thing to the system, because she hasn't written a novel yet, and the money can't be cashed out.

After watching several operas on the Internet, she found that they all had to be bought a month in advance, and there were few in their city recently.

It seems that there are few people in their city and art cells, and there are too few such performances. Wen Jiali disliked her city for the first time, but soon began to react again, after all, this is the area where she was born and raised, and she also chose to come back.