Maybe it was because I went to work in the early morning of winter, maybe it was because I was working in the night shift, maybe it was because I was hurting my body when I was working in the winter, maybe it was because I was really afraid of the cold, maybe I really lost my resistance, but in winter, I had to write during work at night, and I had to write during rest. Every day, I was frozen to death by this ghost weather every day. Of course, I had a cold.

I was very tranced when I was at work today. I didn’t do the main work and couldn’t do the side job well. I had coded this word for me, but I didn’t feel anything. I typed these words on the keyboard.

I suddenly remembered that I was so happy when I wrote the first chapter of the novel. I was very simple and happy. I think because of this, the words at that time were dumbfounded, but they were still very touching (maybe I thought I was).

Many people say that when interest becomes a profession, it will be extremely painful, but if I don’t become a profession, I will not suffer. In addition to having a cold, I can tolerate this, but typing is not painful for me. But what is really painful is not the pressure from the outside world, but my own suspicion of myself. I suddenly felt angry, wanting to work hard, wanting to struggle, and wanting to struggle.

Regardless of whether his article is in depth! Regardless of whether his body can bear it! I just want to work hard to do what I like, regardless of whether anyone who he likes will like!

I used to think that who would like my articles. Even if there is not, even if you don’t like me, there is no relationship at all. I suddenly didn’t worry about anything. I suddenly realized that if I wanted to do this job well and if I wanted to write my articles well, I had to work harder and not be defeated by this little cold. I had to update them. I am not like others, and I wouldn’t update those who have a headache or a fever. I am not such a person or an author. When I can hold on, I must hold on. This is the me! Maybe I should get back the "former" first.

What is pressure? Maybe living is pressure, maybe writing is pressure for our authors! Tinnitus is caused by too much pressure, just temporary symptoms! The miraculous doctor told me not to worry too much. Actually, I really don’t worry. After all, I don’t catch a cold for a day or two.

It is very calm here, which can soothe the spirit, but it cannot relieve the cold. On this mortal cold earth, can't I make me feel better, comfortable, and not to be tortured by this disease? Of course, I don't think this small cold will affect me. Am I so easily affected? Well, I'm, I'm really very susceptible to this influenza virus cold. This is really one of the most terrible diseases in human history. It's too easy to get caught and can't afford to hurt.

Actually, I think I should learn from others and we should have an opportunity to communicate with others. I know that readers nowadays don’t like me, and I also know that they don’t like me, and I don’t think they will like me, but I have never given them the chance to like me. What do you think, I think this is all mutual!

I am a conservative person, but I still like female doctors. Although I want to express my love, at this moment, I think rest is the most important thing. Now, it is really the time, because I can’t even think.

Alas, maybe my sneeze sound can cover my hungry sound in the past few days. I am really hungry. Can you understand the feeling of being cold and hungry? I guess few people can understand my mood at this moment. This is really a very, very frustrating!

This is the case for readers, everyone will be angry. Without exception, there is no medicine to cure this special emotion. I know this because if there is such a special medicine, I will take this medicine like candy to relieve the anger in our hearts.

I really want to vent. Maybe I should find a sandbag to make a tick, but I am afraid that my hands will hurt, so I can only find a keyboard to type, and this is also considered venting! I hate others interfering in my writing, I hate I can't write things every day, I hate I catch a cold every day, I hate I can't get the love I want, I hate myself being dragged by others, I can't stand the way readers treat me, I can't stand the tone of their conversation, I hate being influenced by my own life, and I also hate that I can no longer have my own normal life.

When I saw the bloody love in the movie, I was particularly angry. I was afraid that I would never have the bloody love in the movie. No one would know me well. Growing on this strange earth until I grew up slowly, I always felt that I was not normal. And I always thought that I was a special child, a different person, and a man with great ideas.

I thought what I have always done is very meaningful and something that everyone can envy. I think my life will be very meaningful. I thought that after I chose a high-end career, I will become different, I will become taller, my life will become very meaningful, and I can also become a more amazing person. I have always felt that I have great potential, and I have always felt that I can write amazing things.

But what about the facts? I am not special than anyone else, I have not written anything extraordinary, I have not become the person I want to be, and I have not found my potential and difference. I am still so ordinary, and I don’t need the existence of an author like me in this world. No matter how hard I try to prove myself, I have no soft spot for it.

Gradually, I realized that being myself did not make me normal, and I felt that I was getting more and more abnormal. And I would never be normal, never, at least now, I am quite abnormal.

Because of our normal life, when I came to this vast network, it ended when I chose to start pretending to be green as soon as I came up. This made me feel very angry. I don’t want to do this. I want to prove myself, but I can’t prove myself. This is a very painful thing for me.

The flood will build a dike before it arrives, and the jackal will sharpen its knives first in the future.

A wild wolf was lying on the grass and grinding his teeth diligently. When the fox saw it, he said to it: "The weather is so good. Everyone is resting and entertainment. You can join our team too!" The wild wolf did not speak, and continued to grind its teeth, grinding its teeth sharply and sharply. The fox asked strangely: "The forest is so quiet, the hunters and hunting dogs have returned home, and the tigers are not wandering nearby, and there is no danger. Why do you have to grind your teeth so hard?" The wild wolf stopped and replied: "I grind my teeth not for entertainment. Think about it, if one day I was chased by a hunter or a tiger, then it would be too late to grind my teeth. And I usually grind my teeth so that I can protect myself at that time."

Warm reminder: You should prepare for things in advance and be prepared for danger in times of peace. In this way, when danger suddenly comes, you will not be in a hurry. "I regret that I am not using books when I am using them." If you don't enrich your knowledge, it is too late to cram in the moment. Some people also complain that there is no chance, but when the promotion opportunity comes, they sigh that they have not accumulated enough knowledge and ability to be competent, so they have to regret it.

I remember when we graduated, who was not so eager to drive a BMW and live in a villa? But the fact is that a few of us did it, of course we did a lot, but why didn’t we have me? I was also drunk, why didn’t we have good things to me? Why did bad things fall on me? For example, a cold.

That desire is so strong that I can pursue it at all costs, but now, when I really don’t have these material things, I think spiritual pursuits can give me another kind of collection, so I strive to pursue spiritual wealth while I am working hard.

When I got all this on the Internet, all the happiness and satisfaction that I had once illused was gone. I only now realize that if no one shared it with me, what's the use of me? So, I can only work hard to fill the terrible emptiness in my heart.

Finally, I realized that if a person cannot stop all the viruses, we will still catch a cold after all, so we need medicine to welcome the invasion of this virus.

Sometimes, don’t think that this cold is a minor problem, it will be so uncomfortable that it will cause you to die. I am a man who is prone to colds. The shadow of this illness can often make people suffocate. I don’t understand why my body is so unsatisfied and I must not have any resistance. This is a bit of a cold that has happened to me. Is there any? At this time, do I have to call myself God instructed my younger brother! It’s pitiful!

The wind gently blows away the shadows, and the birds easily carry away the white clouds. I may not be able to do what the breeze can do, just like I thought I don’t need medicine for my body, because I think it’s not good for me to take medicine often, so I thought I could fight it, so I didn’t think about anything and took no medicine, but it doesn’t work!
Chapter completed!