The wife's novel has always been very niche, because the wife has always liked this horror story. In fact, the former wife wrote a romance.

For example, the kind of "Domineering President, Little Fairy, you are not allowed to run!".

but,

Maybe it was the cause of postpartum depression. As a result, the wife later began to bid in horror and spirituality in the direction of creative.

However, the problem of his wife is not serious. The temperament may become slightly colder than before, and he is not willing to go out. He doesn't like to communicate with strangers, but he is still enthusiastic about his child.

Holding a pen,

Words one by word, write one by one,

He was sitting like this, copying.

actually,

At the beginning,

The wife does not understand this kind of habit of himself.

Later, he explained that because it was her book and her story, he wrote it with a pen and read it again, which can get closer to her heart.

The wife is very moved,

For writers,

There are so many love words that do not need money to clear the warehouse, but women seem to like to eat this set.

Because of this,

Every time his wife has a new work and publishing, he takes time when he takes time,

His wife likes to sit next to him, watch him, if he is tired, he will lean on him, watch him copy, and enjoy this feeling.

The pen tip, keep writing one by one on the paper.

He didn't look back,

I didn't look around, I didn't look around,

Because he already has the feeling of accompanying himself by himself,

The wife is by her side,

Yes,

She is by her side.

In the living room,

Three corpses are still quietly on the sofa,

Second floor,

The husband of the deceased (father),

Just sitting in the study, I wrote a word in the study,

This is like a horror scene in black and white films,

With a chaotic logic that is difficult to understand but numb,

It's a bit like behavioral art,

Real behavior art should not study its logic in itself, but in the chaos, find the connotation that needs to be expressed.

He didn't go to work today,

After the Mid -Autumn Festival, it was a holiday. The workers in the factory needed time to rest after working overtime after overtime.

Moreover, the busiest time has passed, and the factory will not be so busy during this time.

The disciplinary and mother -in -law travel abroad. Because of the coldness of the wife's personality, they rarely take the initiative to communicate and call them.

As for the elder brother who is a policeman,

He is busy at work until "wife is away",

Naturally, there is no time to visit the door.

A whole day,

He is copying,

Copy carefully,

Each stroke is extremely neat, and it is full of investment.

A whole day,

Didn't eat or drink,

I didn't even move there,

He just kept writing, writing,

I wrote to the sun to go down the mountain,

I wrote it to the moon and hang up,

I wrote from Bai to black ...

He is numb,

He couldn't feel the passage of time. It seems that only this kind of copy that does not need to stop can make him forget what he doesn't want to remember, so that he can feel the warmth and attachment he wants to feel.

The most amazing thing is,

pen,

Not even ink,

As if it can be written endlessly,

The ink here,

I can't finish it all the time.

Instead, hold the palm of the pen,

Starting the blue tendon is exposed,

It shows the state of the most favorite of the internship nurse.

"call…………"

By the end of the night,

The horror story of this blood -colored font cover, "I Love My Home", finally finished.

He leaned back, stretched out a lazy waist, and felt a crisp sound from the bone festival. The fatigue on his flesh seemed to be completely unable to perceive, and he looked more excited.

"Squeak!"

The bedroom door was pushed open,

A huge dog head was revealed.

It is an Alaska.

Home,

There is no dog.

I remember when I first got married, I had a little Alaska cub with his wife. Later, because his wife was pregnant, this dog could only give away.

When the two children grow up slowly, because of their personality changes, the wife can't mention much motivation for the dog raising, because a dog is also a life.

No more than taking care of a child.

But in his wife's heart, he still likes dogs.

In this book that I just copied, there is a dog, an adult Alaska.

I like to eat ham sausage, very smart, I will sit down and shake hands, and I can carry my children to bend.

Alaska came in, put his head on his knees, and gently stunned.

He reached out,

Touch it,

Dog head.

Then,

Get up slowly.

The dog blocked it, not let it out, raised his head, looked at him, and Harrazi was still flowing in his mouth. It was hungry.

In the story of his wife,

This dog is very cute, very sensible, and obedient.
To be continued...