Why don't you go to the bathroom and wipe your face, then come out and look at your watch. The twenty minutes required have already passed.

Xiaoanya quietly watched her, saw her mother looking at her watch, quickly turned off the TV and ran back to her small room, leaving only one sentence: "I'm asleep, don't call me."

Qin's mother came out of her study and went to the studio again. There was no dust on the desk. Everything was in order. She sighed again.

It's hard.

Why don't you have a look around? There's nothing to do. I just went into the kitchen and planned to pickle my daughter's favorite drumsticks first, which will taste better in the evening.

"Let's have dinner together in the evening. Mom, I bought a lot of dishes at noon." She looked up at the old lady.

"I haven't finished the leftovers at noon. They will be broken tomorrow."

The old lady didn't know whether to refuse or really think about leftovers. She went to the room and took another look at Xiao Anya, and was ready to go back.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Stay a little longer." Why don't you run out of the kitchen to stay? I used to take my daughter to the old lady's place for a day at the weekend before, but the old lady only stayed here for a while today.

"What a good girl, I've suffered you." The old lady looked at her and sighed, "you haven't lost my key, have you?"

The keys to the old house have always been reserved for the couple, but they seldom use them and don't know if they are still there.

The old lady suddenly mentioned the key, so why not feel a little confused, "it's still hanging on the key chain, what's the matter?"

"Just keep it. If you have nothing to do, go for a walk." Qin Ma looked around the furnishings of the house again, and finally looked at the door of Xiao Anya's room, with a trace of nostalgia in her eyes, "I'm back, you're OK."

"You wait for me to wash your hands and take you back." Why don't you think the old lady is a little abnormal and wants to send her back if she doesn't succeed.

"No, I'm not that old." The old lady waved her hand and went straight outside. "Lock the door. I'll come back next week."

With these words, Qin's mother stood outside the door, laughed at her, and then pushed the door.

"Slow down." Why don't you shout through the door, look at the seasoning of your hands, shake your head and go back to the kitchen.

It seems that the old lady came to talk to her about it But how could she agree?

Let a stranger come into this house and replace that guy -- she never thought about it, and would not allow it to happen.

One can take good care of one's daughter.

It took more than half an hour to finish the work. Why don't you stretch and get ready for a nap.

Sleep is really a good thing, not only time will pass faster, but also occasionally dream about some people and things in the past - just a sequel, that is, it's not easy to sleep at night.

Anyway, it's the same when she sleeps. She just shifts the night time to the afternoon. When she thinks about it, she's balanced. She pulls her slippers into the bedroom and falls on the bed.

The clock on the wall is ticking. Time never stops and never looks back. Everything that has passed is just the past. What can't pass is only the heart.

If only I could go back Don't know that smelly guy. She is so tired by herself.

Why don't you lie on the bed and yawn? After a bit of sleepiness in your wishful thinking, you can pull the quilt aside and put it on your body to enjoy sleep.

The sun quietly ran to the west, and then fell from the top of the mountain. When Xiao Anya woke her up from watching TV outside, it was already dark.

After shaking herself in bed for a while, she got up from the bed and walked out of the bedroom without turning on the light, dragging her slippers. "Watching TV again, did you do your homework?"

"It's all written." Little Anya pointed to the table. "There it is."

"I'll check it after dinner. If it's wrong, I'll halve my TV time next week."

Why don't you go into the kitchen and start preparing dinner.

The dinner was very simple, two dishes and one soup, plus a fried chicken leg. Xiao Anya was full of oil and didn't eat many dishes, which made her determined to control her daughter's diet for a week No, I can only eat it once a half month. I can't spoil it any more.

Little Anya didn't know anything about it. She chewed the chicken leg happily. She saw her mother looking at her. After thinking about it, she handed the chicken leg over there. "Mom, you have a bite, too."

"I don't eat." Why don't you look at the way she doesn't give up and think it's funny, "eat more dishes, or you won't fry next time."

"Oh."

After dinner, why don't you clean up the table with xiaoanya's exercise book and suddenly think of tomorrow's Monday? I'm a little annoyed. I knew I just didn't sleep. If I didn't sleep well at night, I might have to delay sending my daughter to school tomorrow.

Well There are still some sleeping pills. It's no big deal to take two more.

I found several mistakes in my daughter's exercise book and forced her to recalculate. Why not let her watch TV, then I went back to my room and turned on the computer.

Although the previous savings and compensation were enough to raise her daughter to adulthood, and even to prepare a rich dowry for her daughter, she still had to guard against inflation and have a stable income.Why don't you open the website to browse her novels? The situation is not very good. Most of them are negative. Only a few readers who know the situation are comforting her.

This novel is her painstaking efforts for two or three years. It is about a pair of childhood sweethearts. After they started dating at the age of 16, those love affairs were always praised by her. But after that, she changed the trend of the story. Her style changed abruptly. When her good friend left, Qingmei died of illness, which attracted innumerable curses.

The light of the computer is shining on her face. She controls the mouse to slide the page without expression. Looking at the comments, her eyes are getting dimmer and dimmer.

She ruined the story herself.

About to pull to the bottom to turn the page, why not hand suddenly stopped, and pulled up a few times.

"Although you created that world, it never belongs to you. Let's end it like this, please."

Why don't you remember this reader? They met at the signing ceremony. She was a girl with short hair. Her clothes were clean and neat, like a tomboy. She was very excited to take a picture with her.

Is it over?

She was dazed at the comment. Maybe it's time to finish

It's meaningless to write down. How sweet it used to be, how bitter it is now. If the protagonist is free, he may find a new life - if that world really exists.

Open the document, casually water more than 200 words, why not hit the keyboard at the end of the book typed three words, and then move the mouse click publish, looking at the above confirmation box, she hesitated again.

After thinking about it, she returns to the document and inserts a line above the three words at the end of the book.

"As soon as Qin he wakes up, he is not a big soft bed at home, but a bunk and bunk that hurt his waist. He gets up confused and looks at his familiar and strange face. He finds that he has returned to his 16-year-old high school..."

After adding the new ending, why don't you stop hesitating and release it by shaking the mouse, then lean back on the chair and take a long breath.

I hope he can live a different life and change his original fate.

Why don't you look at the ceiling and start to be in a daze, until the sound of the mobile phone came back, but it turned on a strange text message: "thank you."

She got up and went to the balcony to see the flower again and think about a new book.

The flowers are blooming, red as if to drip blood.

Why don't you feel dizzy, take out a fruit candy from your pocket and put it in your mouth to relieve the problem of hypoglycemia.

The phone hasn't answered yet. She's just about to put it aside, but there's a call.

It's almost nine o'clock in the evening. Why does the old lady call?

Her heart sank for a moment, and she took a deep breath before picking up, "Hello, mom?"

"Hello, is this Mrs. Xu's family? She... "

The voice of the other end of the phone seems to be in another world. Why don't you listen to half of the phone and drop it from your hand, and it turns black in front of you.

"I haven't finished my leftovers at noon. I'll put them out tomorrow."

"You haven't lost my key, have you?"

The old lady's words at noon are still ringing in her ears. Why don't she fall to the ground and struggle to raise her head, only to see a bright red.

"You can find a father for Xiaoya..."

"Fried chicken legs make people smart..."

"Lock the door, I'll come back next week..."

One old and one young sound mixed in her head. Why not try hard for a long time and fail to stand up? She was extremely sleepy. She slowly closed her eyes and showed a trace of relief on her tired face.

It seems that we can have a rest.

"Wife, go to squeeze carrot juice..."

Before her consciousness disappeared, the last strange cry made her mouth turn up gently.

Squeeze a fart.