Since the beginning of the article, I have probably only met the manuscript once, and it was in April 2020, when the weather was not yet hot, and the chirping of turtledoves could be heard outside the window from time to time.

That day, I got up early, with no one around to disturb me, only the ticking of the pendulum, my fingertips flying, and soon, chapter after chapter of the story unfolded in front of my eyes, I stretched, and then looked at the neatly arranged words on the screen in fascination, as if smelling the fragrance of ink.

Just as I was about to call it a day, a white and tender little ball suddenly appeared next to me.

He was carrying a small schoolbag, which was filled with square characters, wearing a scholar's white robe, the hem of which was just enough to cover the chubby little feet, and the fit was tight; his face was fat, his eyes were as bright as stars, and his eyebrows were light, but they showed the innocence and childishness of a child.

It's a little boy.

He pursed his lips, bowed uprightly, and then said loudly: "First time we met, my name is in the manuscript, please advise!"

The child straightens his waist and tries his best to be an adult, but he doesn't know that this will only make him look more immature, and, cute~

Of course I welcomed him very much, warmly congratulated him on his return, no, it should be said that it was coming, it was the first time we had met!

In the days that followed, my creative inspiration continued, and the small schoolbag that Cunjijun was carrying grew day by day, and finally one day, like a willow branch, he pulled two heads high overnight and became a little boy.

Watching him grow, I'm very proud.

During this time, we got along very happily, but the good times did not last long, and a hateful third party appeared.

His name is Procrastination, and he exudes a fatal temptation to me, and he no longer bewitches me all the time, come on, be happy~

I knew that there was an abyss ahead, but I still couldn't resist the hospitality of the procrastinator, and I had fun every day, until one day, someone was thousands of miles away and said to me: "What a coincidence, you are also surfing the Internet!"

I suddenly woke up, what, the Qing Dynasty is dead? No, cross it out and start over, what, I've been idle for more than ten days?

When I got rid of the entanglement of the procrastination, I looked back and saw that the manuscript had changed back into a little boy, but compared with when he first came, he had lost a lot of weight, the little fat on his face was hard to find, his eyes were sunken, his eyes were blank, and he was so fragile that it seemed that a gust of wind could knock him down.

Looking at his accusatory eyes, a sense of guilt welled up in my heart, and I secretly swore that I would work hard to code words tomorrow.

The next day, the turtledove outside the window was gone, and the cooing sound had disappeared as it had been lingering in my ears for the past days.

Under the weak call of the manuscript depositor, I woke up early, and was about to show off my skills and take the little fat man in front of me

The next day, the procrastination gentleman came to look for me early, and this hateful fellow knew my preferences well, so I sank and did not come to my senses again.

On September 10, 2020, he died in the manuscript.

"Daddy, I'm hungry!" muttered the dirty little cub as he rolled back from outside.

However, Cheng Li did not take a spoon to cook milk as before, but served a plate of boxy crispy pastries and placed it in front of the little cub.

In the white porcelain plate, four or five moon cakes are neatly placed, exuding a sweet taste.

The little cub's saliva flooded all of a sudden, and he was about to reach out to take it, but Cheng Li stared at her: "Huh?"

Cheng Xue obediently stretched out her little fat hand, and after Cheng Li pinched and washed it, she couldn't wait to pick up the moon cakes and eat them.

"What is this?"

"Mooncakes!"

"Daddy did it?"

"It's not!"

"Where did that come from?"

"Picked up on the ground!"

"Then I'm going to pick it up too, I'm going to pick it up fast, where can I pick it up?"

“......”

Soon, the moon cakes on the plate were all wiped out, and the little cub licked the little fat hand, still unsatisfied.

"I still want to eat!"

"It's gone!"

"Coo-goo" was the little cub's stomach screaming, and she said confidently: "I didn't eat enough!"

Seeing this, Cheng Li resigned himself to taking out the board and kneading the dough, this skillful posture is not the first time to do it.

"Didn't you say you picked it up?"

“......”

The little cub looked at her nicely, and after a while shouted that she wanted to play too.

There was a little cub's scream in the house, mixed with Cheng Li's sighs of tiredness from time to time, the bright moon hung high outside the house, and the yin was circulating, and I didn't know how to take care of the joys and sorrows of several families.