Friends who are familiar with waste paper know that waste paper rarely opens a single chapter to say something, and is always worried that it will interrupt everyone's reading rhythm, and is not willing to trouble everyone.

But there are some words, all the time, also pressed in my heart, no one can say, but I don't vomit unpleasantly.

New books are on the shelves, and the results are far from as good as expected.

It can even be described as bleak.

But the waste paper is still working hard, and it is still unwilling to admit defeat.

I got sick two days ago, maybe it was a change in the weather, I ate unclean food, maybe it was a cold stomach at night.

For two days in a row, I ran to the toilet at least a dozen times a day, and the whole person was in a state of whirlwind, my brain was buzzing all the time, and I couldn't taste anything I ate. People are also in a trance, and even forget what they did in the first few minutes.

And in the trance of these two days, I also thought a lot about waste paper.

Sometimes it's all of a sudden, and I feel pathetic.

In the world, I am like a god who can control the fate of the protagonist, the supporting characters, the villain, and the dragon in life. But in reality, it is as humble as an ant.

I need to calculate how much money I eat at each meal, and if I eat more than 30 yuan per meal, it may lead to living expenses.

I need to worry about whether I can pay the upcoming rent, property, water, electricity, gas, and internet bills, and how much will be left after that, and how much will be left until next month's press fee.

I need to meet the expectations of my wife, my parents, and my loved ones. Try to be a good husband and son.

The night before yesterday, my wife suddenly told me that house prices are not rising, but interest rates are about to rise.

And our plan to buy a house has been delayed for a long time, which I promised her, but she has always been considerate and has not rushed me.

As she spoke, she cried and told me that she wanted to buy a house in Wuhan, even if it was a far, far away from the city. I know that before she met me, there had been a lot of grievances in this matter.

I'm very distressed, the pain is cracking, and I want to tell her with a big wave of my hand... Let's go buy it.

However, the reality is... All I could do was tell her that everything was left to me and comfort her.

But I couldn't tell her, maybe with my income, after paying the high monthly mortgage, even life would be a problem.

I can only try to restrain my desire to consume.

It's not the first time I've been sick, no matter how difficult it is, I don't dare to stop working for 600 yuan a month.

They are even more reluctant to go to the hospital, which consumes both time and money.

Finally... Today's waste paper survived, and it's finally better, so far, I've only run to the bathroom five times... Haha! Should we rejoice?

In order to make up for the lack of updates in the first two days, the waste paper decided to upload today, even if it is written until midnight.

Waste paper has been exhausted.

Not for what a luxurious life, not for those who say it, how glamorous the ideal.

I only want waste paper, no longer calculate for small expenses, let myself be exhausted, and after accumulating, I can fulfill my wife's wishes and give her a home in Wuhan.

Therefore, I like to read books on waste paper, and I think that books on waste paper can be read by friends.

I beg you, don't be stingy, the subscription doesn't cost a few bucks, but it's waste paper... A long-time writer, an old fighter, all life, survival hope!

Thank you! Thanks!