Escape from the Matriarchal World

Can you see me? Pay attention to me

Good guy, the author is also strong. How can you write in this era? It's awesome. There are too few that I can read. Anyway, I can't stand it anymore. The narrative is too confusing, but the writing is okay.

On the cutting edge of Internet consumerist culture that is de-critical, is the ending of the protagonist a sharp rebuke of abnormal culture and alienated literature? 🤔 Between the lines is the most intimate life of working people, but the narrative background is not. And the madness that ultimately resulted was the denunciation of this incompatibility, right?

I sat up in shock when I was dying, the author actually updated it! ! !

For a long time in Nanyang, Xiaoxiao always lay down early. Sometimes, the lights in the dormitory are turned off, and the eyelids are immediately closed, and the old cement stairs spiral up to the eyes along the handrail of memory. The layers of turning steps bloom like flowers one after another. When Xiaoxiao felt sleepy, she saw the moldy door. A musty smell filled the air, it was Jiangcheng in Federation Year 238, because there was too much rain in the year when she decided to go to Nanyang to study, and it was like this throughout the summer and autumn. It rained and the road to the station became muddy. The drizzle that escaped from the umbrella and the accumulated water on the road quickly soaked the cloth shoes on Xiaoxiao's feet. 'What about uncle? ' She thought to herself as the wind and rain ruffled her hair. She glanced to the right and secretly looked at her uncle. We walked in silence in the rain. The beige slit knitted gown that my uncle was wearing was half wet on his shoulders. The corners of his casual pants were dyed dark by the rain, matching his tired eye sockets. Then she looked down eagerly. Perhaps she felt the same way. She was worried that the uncle's feet would also get wet. It's the pair of feet that pull on the cotton slippers when cooking. The black pedals stretch the arches of the feet. The white and round heels are like the cheeks of a swaddled baby, and like a gleam of flesh spilling into the darkness. From top to bottom, the entire smooth streamlined body is cast in the shadow of early autumn, as warm as the "gurgling" sound in a casserole. In a daze, the uncle turned around, Xiaoxiao quickly turned her head away, but her face seemed to be on fire. "Hey, why are you so stunned?" The uncle looked down at his feet and stamped his feet suspiciously, "You said you don't read many books, so what's the matter with doing these useless things all day long?" "I have always understood your thoughts, and I also know what you want, but in this world, are you sure you can really take on this responsibility? Could it be that you just want to find a man to vent to? " Maybe he also thought of the dumplings that his niece had not eaten because he slept late in the morning. His words were laced with the worries of recent days. He looked at his niece with complicated eyes and said, "You have to know that you will get married and have children in the future. You still have a long life ahead of you. I have been working hard for you, and my uncle can understand your pain." "But I want you to be sure, can you really fall in love with someone you can't love without regrets? Have you considered my feelings? Can I really accept that my children treat me...?" In the monotonous sound of rain, it felt like a hard black stone had been dropped on her chest, which made Xiaoxiao remember the same words that night again, "... After crossing this line, many things will change. When everything changes, do you think the ending will be as you want?" The slightest hint of coolness came through, making Xiaoxiao lower her head and remain silent. But in fact she loves rain. She likes to walk in the pouring rain with an umbrella, listening to the popping sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella, and the other face under the umbrella will make people even more attached to it in the lingering sound of rain. If she was a child, during rainy seasons like this, she would always avoid the muddy southwest path after school and go around to the newly built ring road, deigning to wait for her uncle to go home after get off work. In my impression, she was either silent along the way, or she was mindlessly telling some juvenile jokes that were circulated among her classmates, or she was just showing off the anecdotes she read in magazines. She said that one day we will occupy the United States; she said that there was a woman in India who gave birth to a monster with the head of a human and the body of a snake; she said that there is a place in the world called Macondo, where it rains for three and a half years... Maybe she was silent for too long, or maybe she talked too much and seemed more clumsy when she spoke eloquently. And the uncle is always a listener, sometimes laughing cooperatively, sometimes making things difficult for her, sometimes interrupting her, blaming her for finding the time to look at such messy things... The hearts of young people are the same. When you have a crush on someone, you will become silly towards her. That kind of childishness is nothing more than wanting to attract your uncle's special attention. Those days were like quicksand, even my uncle's face was so illusory. I only remember the faint fragrance beside me, quietly drifting away under the solid and dull street lights and the occasional laughter of the little girls in the distance, as far away as the night. And now, There are huge crowds of people from far and near at the train station. Along the way, I don't know how many people parted here. The moment he stepped into the waiting hall, the sound of rain stopped and Xiaoxiao came back to her senses. Maybe it is precisely because they can no longer face it that people have to separate and preserve the good things decently. Before leaving, the uncle conjured half a dozen dumplings out of nowhere, "Dumplings when you go out, noodles when you come in. You were not hungry this morning, but you should be hungry now." Of course Xiaoxiao knew what this meant, and it was good luck to eat dumplings when traveling far away. I hope you will be safe and return soon. In this regard, he has always been as superstitious as an old woman. In the early years, he always said that she was afraid of water and told her to avoid going to rivers and lakes. After eating dumplings, Xiaoxiao secretly observed her uncle's reaction, but when she came into contact with his gentle gaze, she would still run away in panic as if being pricked by a needle. This is undoubtedly stupid. She heard her uncle complaining, "Remember to call me when you get there. I don't know what you think about enrolling in a school so far away." There was an embarrassing and complicated silence. It wasn't until the long train whistle came slowly that she breathed a sigh of relief. "Passengers taking train Zxxx, please go to the second ticket gate to check in and get on the train..." Pulling up the suitcase, she smiled, "I'll go first, uncle. See you later." "Xiaoxiao, wait a moment." What happened next was like an old movie, The sound of the whistle sounded far and near, just like the chirping of birds in the forest, indicating the distance. The uncle bit his lip lightly and murmured, "Xiaoxiao, I don't want you to feel ashamed or regretful about that thing. This is not what you should bear." "That was a beautiful moment for the little girl, but it will never happen again. It is our secret." "Remember to be happy when you go to college and find someone you like as soon as possible." The hair fell on his slightly frowning eyebrows, drawing a mark of time, which was a gentle smile, "The travel expenses are not expensive, don't be reluctant to go home during the holidays." "Be safe on the road..." Xiaoxiao waved goodbye to her uncle with tears in her eyes. The dry dumpling taste in her mouth was as fishy as old sour plums and stuck in her throat. In this long slow motion, mottled memories seem to pass through the focus. She felt that if it suddenly rained now, they would go back to the Ring Road and that long, long road. Until the rumble of the car, this strange thought was swirling in her mind. The hazy sky outside the window paints the endless road stretching into the distance and the fields on both sides of the road in a gray color. The things I have experienced for more than ten years flash through my memory like flying. For example, one night during the rainy season, she said that she would let her uncle call her his wife when she grew up. The uncle was laughing so hard that he raised his hand to slap her on the buttocks. But he was not heavy-handed, but Xiaoxiao in the dream forgot about this. As soon as she moved her butt, she woke up from her dream. The moonlight was melancholy, The bedroom was quiet, In the darkness, she stared at the changing light and shadow in the mist for a long time, and with the flash of light, the words hidden in her heart popped out. "If I become a bad girl, moonlight nights will be better, right?" The depressed girl who ran away from home spent countless nights like this. Missing me like a rolling melon, scattering the seeds of crying on this small island in Southeast Asia.

The shortcomings do not hide the good points. What I like the most and the most regrettable thing is that the protagonist's image of a good wife, mother or strong woman is not fully established, so that while the shortcomings are obvious, the advantages are not highlighted. Those who read about the harem are not happy with it, and those who read about real life also find it uncomfortable. No matter what, we still hope to have a less hasty ending. The author writes slowly, come on

Can you not write about the past and write the next plot? There are too many memories and it seems boring. Just know the general main line. I think about it, I can arrange for the male protagonist to take charge of the lunch box, and then write about the subsequent activities and development of each character. I can also write about the male protagonist returning to the earth, or being reborn in another part of the world. His temperament has become normal. Anyway, I can add a plot to write it.

He actually faked his corpse. Continue continue

How long does it take for the protagonist to become "a good wife and become a woman"? The male protagonist looks like the female protagonist. It's cool and not outstanding enough. It's not sexy at all.

Good night, author. I finally have time to come back and see you! Hehe, the good news is that we have successfully written a book... Although the blood is not pure, hehe~