He Zhiyuan recalled that before Yangyang was three years old, he couldn't do without him every day, but after the age of three, Yangyang no longer stuck to his father twenty-four hours a day. She began to like to play with Zhou Zhou, at most the two of them played for four hours at a time, and during these four hours, He Zhiyuan waited for his child to call him, but Yangyang never called. He kept appearing in the kitchen, in the room, and in the living room, as if he hadn't seen it, and the despair of that day was no less than the shock he received at the Cultural Fair today.

As a man, he can have no job, no savings, but he has his children, and from that day on, he knows that his Yangyang is going to grow up. She was detached from him, little by little from his father. She began to cling to her mother from time to time, and occasionally spent most of the day with her brother, especially after kindergarten, when she was away from him for eight hours a day.

On the first day of kindergarten, He Zhiyuan's heart was like frying. He thought that his child was crying to death when he entered the kindergarten like other people's children, but he never expected that Yangyang carried a small schoolbag and walked into the kindergarten with his little hands along the way. The scene of that day was like a retaliation by someone, and thousands of arrows pierced his heart, but He Zhiyuan had to come back to his senses and couldn't help but say goodbye to Yangyang with a smile.

In the second half of 2018, he began to have a lot of free time in his first semester of kindergarten, so he began to write novels and participate in competitions according to the plan, and entered the second game of his life. He was so attentive, carefully considering every word in the text, comparing the plot, and repeatedly scrutinizing the details, but unfortunately, a hard work was in vain - his debut novel died before it saw the light.

For the past month, his mood has been so heavy that it is cold, and he is so irritable that it is burning, and he often feels that something is blocking his chest. In the first half of the month, he thought that he had just missed the deadline and that there were still a lot of opportunities to come, but when the winning works of the competition he participated in were announced last week, he looked through all the winning works one by one, and his heart was as confused and angry as a pinprick. Without exception, the award-winning works are all themes such as mythology, fairy tales, and fantasy, and the number of words in each work is more than one million words. There are almost a handful of flaws in those works, and none of the award-winning works can use the word "Dide" - such a reality is undoubtedly cruel for a writer who has a high school Chinese teacher.

He held back the anger in his throat, he shut down his emotions and emotions, and he guarded himself tightly with reason. He can't vent his dissatisfaction with his children, he can't get angry at the elderly, and he can't inexplicably convey evil fire, indifference, and disobedience to his wife who works harder than himself every day. He swallowed heavy irritability to start each day and end each day. In the past half a month, he was tortured by himself to the point of chest tightness and shortness of breath, and he couldn't even sigh smoothly.

Especially recently, he found himself losing his hair like crazy. Almost every day he woke up with a dozen inches of hair on his pillow, and his forehead was already shiny, and he seldom looked in the mirror to confirm it. He didn't know where to go, and his whole person was so anxious that his face was sad and gloomy. Not to mention supporting his family, just what to do in the second half of his life, He Zhiyuan couldn't find an answer for a long time.

The teacher in the first half of his life gave him glory, but it didn't seem to be his ideal place in life. What does He Zhiyuan want? He wanted to spend his time carving on seashells, he wanted to paint on porcelain with his mind, he wanted to work on silk with perseverance – he wanted unique pieces, works that could not be reproduced.

He wanted to spend an entire year embroidering only a picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix or a peacock, five years to carve a jade screen without a copy, or ten years to make an arhat bed that could be passed down for generations...... He Zhiyuan tried to conquer himself with things that conquered time—to conquer his own humility, the vanity of life, and the meaninglessness of life.

In the first half of his life, he did not go wrong or right, and he was at a loss and ignorant of where and how far he went in the second half of his life. In the past few years, there was still hope and happiness for him, and he watched his children grow up day by day, just as he watched hope get closer day by day. Since Yangyang was able to dress and eat, do homework, and play with toys independently, his life sustenance disappeared out of thin air all of a sudden, and his will suddenly collapsed and shattered like a nebula, and he was so shattered that he couldn't grasp it.

Do middle-aged scholars continue to write novels? Do you continue to work hard in the low-end and deformed online text market? Will pen and ink be used to determine the rest of his life? He Zhiyuan looked at the signature pen in his hand, his expression was sluggish and his stomach was numb.

Tsai Tsai is still a year and a half away from the college entrance examination, Yangyang has now adapted to kindergarten, his wife's income is stable at the moment, if he continues to write novels, it is the best time. He still has a chance, and he still has a chance......

He Zhiyuan put down his pen at midnight, turned to look at his sleeping wife, and secretly decided that this time he would work hard and start again. How do I get started? He Zhiyuan planned densely in his notebook and didn't fall asleep until two o'clock in the morning.

Also in the early hours of the morning, Zhong Li returned to the shop after drinking, and as soon as he entered the shop, he slept directly on the smooth white porcelain floor. He could have climbed to the second floor, he just didn't want to. He's punishing himself in a ridiculous and very low-level way, and he's punishing others. He has hollowed out this home, and this home has hollowed him out. The desperate and strong middle-aged man only dared to secretly wipe his tears after drinking.

On Monday morning, He Zhiyuan got up at six o'clock, and he calculated that the best time to write every day was early in the morning, and between six and eight o'clock has always been his most efficient time. He made some breakfast by himself, ready to start building the outline and designing the details, and the middle-aged man who was full of interest was full of strength after a night of psychological construction, and even the corners of his mouth were happy when he drank tea.

Usually at this time, his father-in-law woke up early, and today the old man is still sleeping on the mat in the living room, Zhiyuan only thought that the old man was tired from visiting the exhibition yesterday, so he didn't ask or disturb. In order not to disturb his wife's rest, He Zhiyuan moved a computer and manuscript paper and began to work on the dining table.

The old man who had already woken up couldn't get up or open his eyes today, his head was terrible, his whole body was weak, and he was confused. Lao Ma subconsciously felt that he was sick, and he was confused and hummed and asked for help: "Yingying! Yingying ......"

"Ma Guiying! Ma Guiying ......"

The old horse kept barking, and his voice was as small and weak as the wind in the window. Zhiyuan heard it at first glance and hurried over to look at the old man. He only put his hand on the old man's arm, and chuckled in his heart—the arm was hot.

"Dad! Father! Zhiyuan shouted while touching the old horse's forehead, which was also hot.

"Hmm...... Well...... I can't get up......" The old horse couldn't open his eyes, just hummed. Zhiyuan looked at the old man's lips, which were already dry. It must be a fever! He Zhiyuan hurriedly called Gui Ying and Zai Zai, after a few people came out, they first lifted the old horse on the sofa, Gui Ying went to get the thermometer, and Zai Zai went to pour warm water. After measuring the temperature, the three of them looked at it - thirty-nine degrees and five, and they were all dumbfounded.

"Let's go to the community hospital!" Gui Ying looked at Zhiyuan, gasping for air in her mouth.

"The community hospital opens at eight o'clock, and it's not even seven o'clock!" Tsai said.

"There is no wheelchair, so it will take us half an hour or an hour to carry Grandpa over!" Zhiyuan said.

"Take grandpa to the emergency room!" Tsai Tsai looked anxious.

"Emergency ...... The emergency room takes longer, first from the community to the car, and from the car to the emergency room, where the air conditioning is on...... The old man is not a child, and he can't stand the bumps. Zhiyuan explained.

"Let the old man sleep for a while, drink some hot water to clear his body, and honey, get some ice cubes and wrap them in a towel and put them on your forehead. Let's go to the social science hospital downstairs, the fever is important, the elderly are indeed easily unable to move! After Gui Ying finished speaking, she went to wash her face and change her clothes.

At half past seven, the group was ready to go out. The two of them were holding each other left and right, and Tsai was carrying large and small things behind him. The weight of one hundred and sixty or seventy pounds of the old horse is really difficult to serve, and it is only ten steps from the door to the elevator, and the two people who never do physical work are both panting. After entering the elevator, Tsai handed over the folding chair, and the two of them supported each other left and right. The old horse sat on a folding chair against the elevator wall - his body and soul seemed to be separated, fluttering and swaying as if he had become a fairy, his mouth could not speak or move, and he only felt that his nostrils and throat were full of fire.

It was raining lightly outside the elevator, the boy was holding an umbrella in the back, the two of them were supported by their shoulders, and the old horse was set up, all the way ten steps, one stop, five steps and one rest, and after a while, the little three were all wet. Thanks to meeting a three-wheeled courier brother on the road, the little brother didn't say a word and stopped the car and turned the head of the car, and everyone worked together to help the old horse to the tricycle.

In less than two minutes, the tricycle arrived at the community hospital, and Lao Ma sat on a folding chair and waited at the entrance of the hospital for a few minutes before the community hospital opened. Then the doctor and nurse hurriedly put the old horse on the bed, the doctor checked the eyeballs, and the nurse took the temperature. Five minutes later, the doctor held up the thermometer and shocked a pair of white eyes, only to hear a voice come from the mask: "Oops! Thirty-nine degrees eight! How do you take care of it, the old man is burning a little badly! Then the doctors and nurses hurried to prescribe, take and inject the medicine...... After the injection and the medicine, the old horse went to bed, panting heavily, and fell asleep again in less than three minutes.

Gui Ying didn't go through the old man's high fever, she was frightened and frightened, and she was worried along the way, and now she was criticized by the doctor and made her eyes red and her teeth gritted. She walked out of the community health hospital alone, hugged her chest with her hands outside, kicked the steps hard, and muttered to herself: "The old man, very stubborn, drinking and smoking all day long, smoking and drinking, it's strange if you're not sick!" Zhiyuan sat in the waiting area, Tsai Tsai had something to do this morning, and came to find Gui Ying. When Gui Ying saw her son coming, she shook off her snot and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

"The teacher informed me to get the report card today, and I have to go to the make-up class......" Tsai Tsai didn't say any further.

Gui Ying re-entered the hospital and said to Zhiyuan: "Honey, you are watching here, I will bring Yangyang here, and then get ready to go to work." ”

Seeing that his wife's eyes were red and tear-stained, Zhiyuan asked her, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's fine. He's going to get his report card today, and he's going to have to go back. ”

"Okay. I'm here, don't worry. Zhiyuan comforted his wife.

After speaking, Gui Ying led the boy back. After picking up Yangyang, Gui Ying refused to leave for a long time, and Tsai Tsai didn't leave. At half past nine, her body temperature receded by one degree, and Gui Ying breathed a sigh of relief, so she drove to work. After putting away the rippling things and grandpa's things, Tsai Tsai went to school with his schoolbag on his back. Only Zhiyuan, who was full of sorrow, and Yangyang, who didn't wake up, were left by the old horse.

Ma Guiying arrived in the office at ten o'clock, and it took her more than forty minutes to convince herself to come out of the anger and guilt of the old man's high fever. Then, she repeatedly thought about Wang Fuyi's words yesterday and felt that it was reasonable. She is going to make a table to list all the peer companies that have cooperated deeply with Lijie Company for several years, and find out the scale, shareholding relationship, main products of these enterprises, as well as the location, size and response of these companies in the past ten years, and attach them to the table, ready to talk to Mr. Qian in the afternoon.

By the time Ma Guiying finished the form, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. Today, Lao Qian has not yet come, and I don't know if he will come to the company. Gui Ying looked at the form, flipped through the language and organized the language, I don't know if Lao Qian will always make a special trip for this customer, after all, today's Lao Qian is always a pivotal figure in the industry from all angles.