Turbulent Times

I updated two chapters early this morning after get off work. I wrote about the fight between our stevedores and the drivers. I regret that it was too long and I can no longer remember some of them. I wrote that today is the same as in the past. The weather is unbearably hot, and my consciousness is blurred by the sun. Everything around me seems to have stopped moving. Well! Even the beautiful melody of nature has become so monotonous. I listened carefully but could not hear clearly the rumbling sound of the machine next to my ears. This rumbling sound of the machine settled in the deepest part of my consciousness over time. In this chapter, I focused on writing about the meeting held by the leader. I was very concerned about what the boss said at the time. He spoke on the basis of the interests of the workers and the image of the company. It took too long and I can no longer remember it. It is a pity. I really want to read the manuscript of what the boss said in the meeting. If I can get it, I will put it in my novel as it is. What a pity... After that day, life suddenly became calm. From then on, I slowly dragged a lady into my novel.

The ten minutes of lying in bed before going to school every day as a child are just as enjoyable as the ten minutes of lying in bed before going to work as an adult. As long as you can squint for two more minutes, you will be full of energy for the day. . . . . There are many people who cannot accept the reality and live in another space that belongs to them. We must learn to accept the reality of life...

When I said these words, I had never felt so happy. I sat cross-legged on the floor and never looked at him. The resentment in my heart suddenly disappeared, and my happy mood bloomed like a flower, all blooming on my face...

I placed the wrong order at work yesterday. The webmaster said, stand still and don't move. I sent someone to pick up the order. Don't move. The order will be given to someone else to take you back to the site. When I returned to the site, the webmaster said, just turn off your phone now and turn it on again until tomorrow morning. I know the webmaster will solve the problem for me. I want to know why he asked me to get off the bus and don't move, and why he asked me to turn off my phone. Why can't I turn on my phone until the next morning? The webmaster is very busy, so I can only put these questions until later. I just gave myself a day off today. I updated two chapters. It was too long and I can't remember some of them.

I once saw a photo posted by someone on WeChat Moments, showing the sky after a sandstorm. He was in a very depressed mood. So I said. What a view. The sky is gray and tinged with color. Like a piece of kraft paper, the sun is small, just like your naughty child secretly poked a hole in it with his mother's embroidery needle. ,,,,, Words come from life, so I like to express my world with words,,,,,

Realistic novels are difficult to get started at the starting point