The atmosphere of Christmas enveloped the entire city of Nanjing.

From the plane trees all over the city to the snow on the roadside, there are cheerful colors of the upcoming holiday. The Christmas tree on the street is hung with small colorful bells, pitiful and cute.

Ning Yi went out last night and had a dizziness and stomach pain, and he was very comfortable at the moment. Thinking about the upcoming winter vacation, I have to step up my studies at hand, and I have to think about starting again with the novel that I stopped last time.

She has to write one or two thousand words almost every day to practice her pen, and she has high requirements for herself, and she always feels that it is difficult to exhaust her words. Looking at the novels that encountered bottlenecks before, it is becoming more and more unpleasant.

Not only did Kavinka not know how to continue, but many places seemed very jerky and deliberate, the language was well written, and the emotions were insufficient.

She sighed, feeling that she still didn't have enough life experience. I have experienced too little, I can't empathize with emotions and more other people's stories, how can I use moving strokes to write those emotional colors and the magnificence of life and death.

Forcibly making up for the brain is inevitably empty and lackluster.

Ning Yi felt for a moment that he had encountered a real catastrophe. This difficulty is not that no one admits that no one appreciates it, but that it is a mental difficulty that belongs to the limited level of oneself and cannot go to the next level. The former she has always felt that it is not a big problem, as long as she works hard enough, even if she is lonely, she has infinite confidence and fun.

But the latter is different. It's really not a taste to be able to reach that kind of limited power. Even if you want to work hard, you don't have a direction, it's like the feeling that you fall in love with someone, but you can't make him fall in love with you despite all your efforts and means. Helpless, dilemma.

Lack of understanding of life, you can't write it again after thirty or fifty years, and then the feeling is there, but half of the body is in the coffin.

Ning Yi gritted his teeth, extremely irritable. She aimlessly swept over the waiter Qingqing, who was busy, and the blood that she occasionally raised her head last time rose up just right.

She said suddenly: "Qingqing, or I'll go to Guizhou with you this winter vacation."

Shi Qingqing's hand hovered in the air almost instantly, looking at her incredulously: "Go to Guizhou?" Grandma, this is not a tourist! ”

"I know. I'm not so merciful that I suddenly become as noble as you, I have a purpose. Ning Yi felt that it seemed a bit wrong to say this, but at the moment, it was indeed this idea.

Shi Qingqing said: "What is your purpose?" Going to practice? ”

Ning Yi: "I have suffered too little, and breaking up with Cheng Hang is counted as once." But I still think it's too shallow, and I want to go to the mountains to see what the real difficulty looks like. In this way, I also have a little other knowledge, I want to write articles, and I don't have any life experience to write anything. ”

Shi Qingqing's hand finally put down, and said disdainfully: "It's useless to talk too much, you just shake m."

"Fuck off," Ning Yi said with a smile, "Seriously, I see that you have been preparing for so long, it shouldn't be a problem to bring more people, right?" ”

"Of course, it's okay to bring one, let alone one, it's okay to bring ten. As long as you can afford to eat, volunteering is not a trip, it is very difficult there, whether it is eating, bathing or signaling, it is terrible that you can't imagine. "The squire said.

"I just want to endure hardships and see what the difficulties of others are. As for the conditions, I am also from a rural background, so I will not be so delicate that I can't adapt to it at all. Ning Yi looked at his almost scrapped novel and said firmly.

Shi Qingqing always hesitated a little suspiciously, but seeing that she was firm, she mentioned it in passing: "Listen to what you said, last time Jin Wenlang also said that he would follow me to Guizhou."

Ning Yi: "......"

No, Jin Wenlang is going to follow too?! What does he think!

After a burst of incredible complaints in his heart, Ning Yi asked in surprise: "Jin Wenlang is a rare rich second generation in our hospital, and his rich life is ruthless, do you want to go to the mountains to find abuse?" How could I not understand him? ”