[The single chapter has nothing to do with the book, it is purely about the feelings of an online author who only lives with his family, and has nowhere to put them
The next chapter will be updated very late, everyone will read it tomorrow morning~]
Yesterday was a very special Qingming Festival.
When I was typing today, I felt uneasy in my heart, which affected my state when writing the story, so I decided to write something.
Because this book is a comedy, a fairy tale, and a light comedy. Most of the time, the author will not use personal information to influence readers. The positioning is to provide readers with a source of joy, so in these few chapters Zhong Yue has never expressed this.
But after all, there are still things I want to talk to others.
The author first paid attention to the epidemic before the Chinese New Year.
In order to write with peace of mind, I did not accompany my wife back to my father-in-law’s house in Chongqing during the Chinese New Year. I was updating steadily at home when I suddenly saw news about unknown pneumonia.
——The author has the habit of regularly collecting all kinds of Internet information every day, otherwise he would not be able to present so many jokes and jokes to everyone.
Maybe it was luck, or maybe it was the virtue accumulated by my ancestors who practiced medicine for generations. As I was watching the news, I had an idea for no reason, and asked my wife to buy a plane ticket for the New Year’s Eve, but I couldn’t wait until the New Year’s Eve. , flew from Chongqing to Penglai Airport and took them back home.
I had just returned home when I learned that Wuhan was on lockdown;
I quickly checked the flights and found that half an hour before my wife and daughter’s flight, there was a flight with confirmed cases at Penglai Airport. , I was shocked into a cold sweat when I got home.
Disasters come quickly. All kinds of negative news are flying all over the sky. Rumors and panic fill everyone's life overnight.
I was also on tenterhooks, monitoring the body temperatures of my wife and daughter every day. When confirmed cases appeared in the small city where I lived, I even argued with my wife over whether to go to a big supermarket for all the shopping or to go to a small supermarket. improvise.
Sitting in front of the workbench, I concentrated on coding, weaving leisurely stories on Xiaoqiong Peak;
After updating, I started to browse through the Internet with my mobile phone. news, but found that he was just an online writer, and all he could do was click one button.
I remember clearly that when I updated a New Year greeting post, the number of readers at that time was not as good as it is now. But after looking at the comments from readers on the three 'greeting posts', I realized that I am really old and my tears are too low.
The mountains and rivers are safe, the country is peaceful and the people are safe.
These eight words do not have much impact on those of us who were born in peaceful times, but after experiencing the baptism of this virus war, I believe most of them have a certain concept.
The eulogized stories in history textbooks are all snapshots of the times, presented to future generations.
The first three or four months of 2020 have also left behind silhouettes of heroes and the backbone of the nation, which are destined to be watched by the Chinese people in the future.
The road to fighting the epidemic is destined to be a lonely road;
The vast majority of us Chinese people can only watch from a distance silently, can only cheer secretly, and can only watch those angels who have the ability to save people going backwards.
Fortunately, flower growers are no longer as weak as they used to be when they were bullied by evil wolves;
Fortunately, the Chinese people still have strong bones that have not been rusted by glitz;
Fortunately we There are countries that would rather give up economic data than put people’s lives first;
Fortunately, you have stood up and stood up in difficult times and never backed down.
During the Chinese New Year, I prayed three times to the God of Plague in a single chapter, hoping to ask the God of Plague to leave the mortal world as soon as possible.
I just found out today that I want to worship the soul of a heroic spirit.
Hopefully,
after the epidemic, the mountains and rivers will be safe;
China will be forever, the country will be peaceful and the people will be safe.
Heroes go easy, and their souls shine forever.