Chapter 1251: Sweet Dream (14)

Acacia Farm: Sweet Dreams (Waru Alan)

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The more things I do, the less time I have to write, and I don't bother to reminisce later. In my spare time, I only moaned without illness, and I became less and less confident to write down.

That day, I entered the reading channel from the website that my husband browsed, and browsed through the attractive titles one by one, and actually saw an inspirational book written by Aunt Lu before.

I contacted her immediately, and she really didn't know about the online serialization.

Aunt Lu's book was also written when she was 40 years old and published before she retired. I've seen the book in its entirety. At that time, there were many similar inspirational books, but those translated and imitated ones were beautifully packaged and advertised, and Aunt Lu's books did not attract attention.

If I hadn't seen it when I interviewed her, I wouldn't have found it if I had looked for it.

Aunt Lu read those comments one by one, and a comfortable smile appeared on her face. She doesn't care who hangs on the Internet for what purpose, it's gratifying enough for someone to watch it. All she wants now is to be healthy, mentally sound, and to get through each day in peace.

Since I met Aunt Lu again and wrote "Cheating, Do I Have to Get a Divorce?", three years have passed, that is, Aunt Lu has lived to the average life expectancy of 76 years old.

Someone has calculated that in 76 years, there will only be more than 60,000 hours of time to sleep. There's no reason to waste time looking for unhappiness.

From once claiming to write 2,000 words a day and writing the longest diary in history in 20 years, to now not even sending 1,000 words a day, and almost becoming a weekly diary, in fact, it is also because I don't want to find unhappiness.

I always remember someone saying, "You are sick, find someone to marry, and then look back at what you wrote." This sentence clearly means that I am writing naïvely. I didn't think so at the time, but now look at what Aunt Lu wrote 30 years ago, Khan.

Perhaps, people with stories and experiences are really deeper than those who simply learn and understand.

I wanted to go out and write some stories, but my husband said: When the farm is renovated, I will lock you up, and you are not allowed to do anything, except for eating, reading and writing, and you must hold back a book like "The Condor Heroes"!

The son said: The most important thing is that it is forbidden to steal vegetables on QQ!

QQ Farm has really taken me a lot of time, especially recently to open fish ponds, adopt and graze wild animals, as well as processing workshops and check-ins for seeds, giving and receiving gifts for free. There are a lot of free ones, and you have to take time to continue raising, and ten Q numbers are on together, which is not a general time-consuming and laborious task.

I realized that I really had no self-control, and I was captured by such a simple game, just like when I first coded Tetris.

At that time, I wrote an essay "The Devil's Invention", and I was ridiculed by my colleagues for a while before quitting. Now that his son came to ridicule him, he was even more embarrassed, and decided to quit immediately.

Thinking about the two weeks of being itched by a large number of red bumps, if you don't concentrate on playing games, it's really hard to pass the time. In the middle, I met with a few colleagues from the newspaper for lunch, and they thought that wearing belly pants caused by rubber allergies was more likely.

That night, my husband accompanied me to buy chlorpheniramine and blood poison pills for skin diseases. My husband said that this medicine seems to be taken regularly. Really, I thought I could take a year off and eat again, but I didn't carry it.