my return to life

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Thanks to everyone's love, thanks to the editor's appreciation, this book was arranged for a "guide reading" recommendation two days ago, and a total of 1 people added to the bookshelf.

It looked like it was on fire.

Subscriptions haven't seen much improvement.

Powan is a veteran who has been on the street all the way, and it is updated day after day, just to make friends smile;

Maybe there are a lot of updated words, everyone is happy to read it, and will give a subscription, or vote for a monthly ticket, or give a reward.

The broken bowl can't help but be overjoyed.

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After adjusting the state and writing 10 words, I remembered the voice call that lasted [-] minutes at midnight two days ago.

On the phone, I wag my tail like a dog.

Calls like this are endless since a long time ago.

The pressure is also endless, and it is difficult to breathe.

Tired of coping day and night.

This rebirth article was finally decided to start writing after a friend's suggestion and self-thinking.

Because the tiny part of 'Fang Nian''s life is what I really want to live now.

For example, if I can go back to the year when I was 16 years old in the third year of high school, I can choose again and go to a decent university.

Like most people, experience ordinary college life, have a job that can support a family, rent a house, and have no means of transportation...

In the end, like a commodity, it is tossed around, and eventually it will be chai rice oil salt sauce vinegar tea with an object who may not be very beautiful, but may occasionally be gentle.

It's not like it is now, nothing can be achieved, and there is no qualification to become a commodity.

That year, in order to make myself look younger and find a job, I imitated an adult, bought cheap shirts and trousers, and grew a beard.

In a flash, it is ten years.

Now at the age of 27, I still wear cheap shirts, cheap trousers, and occasionally tie a tie clumsily in order to meet customers, blending in the crowd, looking like a business person.

Only I know that I am so out of place that I clearly feel that I am not worthy.

According to the Internet, staying up late is because you don’t have the courage to end the day; staying in bed is because you don’t have the courage to start the day.

For me, it's just going to bed late and waking up early year after year.

For no other reason than poverty.

The kind that is poor to the bone.

After work every day, I hurried to catch the subway to go home, coded quickly, and updated quickly.

After the update, I have to continue to write the next day's chapter - because I want to insist on updating the [-]D characters every day, in order to gain the recognition of readers with the amount of updates.

At three o'clock in the morning, standing in front of the window of the rented house, there is no light in sight. There are no street lights in this alley. At this time, I only dare to relax for a while, and then I need to wash up and lie down.

I dare not suffer from insomnia, but I often suffer from insomnia.

After sleeping for four hours, at seven o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang on time, repeating the previous day.

Because of poverty, because of the pressure of life, and because of many reasons that cannot be explained one by one, most of the time I only eat the meal at noon every day.

Just because of that pitiful and insignificant dignity, I went to order a business fast food with the lowest price of 23 yuan like most of my colleagues-this is very low in first-tier cities.

But as far as I am concerned, it is likely to be an income that can only be obtained by writing 1 words.

People like me in this situation don't deserve such good food at all.

I know that people like me are ants from birth.

Although the person looks the same on the outside, the inferiority complex engraved in his bones after struggling out of the mud cannot be washed away.

With a little bit more wind and waves, I have to wag my tail like a dog - although this will not lead to any effect.

My mental world is very small.

Therefore, the things I write naturally have a taste of being said to be hypocritical, or being said to be Wenqing.

Only I know that it is poor and sour.

It took me 12 minutes to portray the 'characters' I've seen.

I am so envious of 'them'.

I was fortunate enough to see some high-level scenes with the big guys, and I clearly felt my unworthiness.

Even the writing under the pen has become poor and small.

A world with multiple heroines is impossible for someone like me to write—I tried it in the book I wrote in the preface.

It is beyond the limit of what I have seen and imagined, so that the stallion does not know it. As a farmer, I can only imagine that the emperor might use a pole.

Because my own life is not easy, I try my best to make 'Fang Nian' live easy.

In this way, I can also relax in my own narrow spiritual world.

I know that this kind of effort is inevitable and deliberate.

I have read almost every comment and chapter in the background, and some will be angry when they see it, and want to make a theory, but most of the time they dare not speak, and the tone is inappropriate if it is light or heavy, and it is easy to generate unnecessary misunderstandings. Misunderstand.

These misunderstandings are insignificant to many people, but they can easily destroy me.

There are also some things that I want to share or doubt, and I want to reply, but I can't get started.

Because your spiritual world is too big for me.

Your occasional descriptions are like bright stars;

Even if I can tell your stories through hearsay, I will have a sudden feeling of being illuminated all over the world.

I often compare myself to a broken bowl.

Because I am like a broken bowl, born from the mud, it looks bright and beautiful, but it is just rootless duckweed, and it will be broken if you throw it away.

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I know that for an ant-like hot chicken like me, I have to work hard, work hard, work harder, work harder.

So, when I clearly realized this, I have been working hard to update the codewords.

Most of the time, daily [-]D changes are guaranteed.

Today's 4th update will be updated before 0 o'clock.

Thank you readers for reading these sour words written by Powan.

Thanks for the love.

All the way from Xiaopu Street to Laopu Street, I have long since dared not expect too much.

I just still hope plainly, friends who like to read this book, read it at the starting point, and subscribe at the starting point.

Calculated to update 30 words per month, it only costs 15 yuan at most, and only 5 cents per day.

I think this should not be considered an astronomical figure.

Of course, I never dare to ask all friends who love this book to order all of them.

A total of 1 favorites have been added in the past two days, even if only one-tenth of them will be subscribed to one or two, then...

It is also the limit of extravagant hopes.

Chapter 261 I hope I can still laugh tomorrow (update)

The bright but not dazzling lights in the living room are under the belt.

A look of astonishment slowly appeared on Lu Weiyu's face.

This is... the future?

Is this person unreasonable?

Thoughts turned in a big circle in her mind, Lu Weiyu chose to skip the topic and started gossiping: "Do you have any thoughts or arrangements for Liu Xi?"

Fang Nian would never bring it up again, and met Lu Weiyu's inquisitive eyes, he smiled: "It's unreasonable for such a genius not to be hired to work for me."

Lu Weiyu blinked her eyes: "Hi, part-time job?"

"Yeah." Fang Nian nodded as a matter of course, "After all, we are from the same village."

"..."

After dinner, Fang Nian sent Lu Weiyu back to the rented room.

Up to now, Fang Nian is not so obsessed with living together.

Go with the flow, which is fine.

On the way, Lu Weiyu said that she had arrangements for Sunday.

Fang Nian didn't say much.

After arriving at the rental street, Fang Nian suddenly said solemnly: "Next time you have to pay a little fare to make it sound."

Lu Weiyu frowned slightly, and smiled slightly: "Okay, I'm sorry for bothering Mr. Fang all the time."

"I'm not short of money." Fang Nian emphasized in a gentle tone.

Lu Weiyu looked at Fang Nian, his gaze moved up and down slightly: "Then we'll talk about it next time."

"..."

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Early on Monday morning, Fang Nian walked into the classroom calmly, and when he glanced casually across the classroom, there were scattered students sitting on the seats.

Compared with usual, there are obviously many people missing.

It was several degrees below zero today, and the road surface was icy. Perhaps this prevented everyone from learning.

It was cold, but Su Zhi was still so lively and chattering.

Gao Jie asked, "Fang Nian, this Friday Christmas, there will be an organized event in the academy at night, do you want to participate?"

Gao Jie and the others knew it well, but Fang Nian probably didn't know it in class.

It's nothing else, but in their eyes, Fang Nian has never cared much about group leisure activities.

But there is basically no absence for learning.

Seeing Su Zhi and the others all looking over, Fang Nian smiled and shook his head.

Su Zhi took over the conversation: "If you're free, you can go and see it. It's a cultural performance."

Fang Nian explained with a smile: "It's a bit cold."

Fudan's relaxed constraints on students are also reflected in these aspects.

Students can not participate in any group activities throughout the university, even the necessary class meetings, and it doesn't even matter who the counselor is.

Su Zhi and the others didn't persuade Fang Nian much.

Then we chatted about the New Year's Day holiday.

"Let's go to Chongming for a walk on New Year's Day. I heard that we can go there by car now."

"Yes, you can go and have a look. I heard that the scenery there is beautiful, and you can go there in winter."

"..."

The last few girls looked at Fang Nian, and representative Gao Jie asked, "Fang Nian, do you want to go with us?"

Hearing the discussion about going out on New Year's Day, Fang Nian's heart moved slightly, but he apologized on his face: "I'm sorry, I have an appointment on New Year's Day."

Su Zhi chirped and asked, "Girlfriend?"

"En." Fang Nian nodded.

Zeng Yiren tentatively asked: "Is the strange girl sitting with you in the liberal arts library on Saturday is your girlfriend?"

"If it's sitting next to me, it should be." Fang Nian replied.