Fantasy Device

Miao Xingzhou looked around, wondering if he really had to suffer like this.

You make yourself suffer; no one forces you to.

She began to watch countless people pass by.

Then she burst into tears, wailing and crying as she wiped her tears with her clothes.

She watched the torrential rain pour down, and watched countless clouds in the sky drift aimlessly.

Looking at the puppy with mange on the ground.

Looking at countless painful things.

Watching countless people pass by, if I had a choice, I would hope to be happy!

She began to wake up, and her tech-savvy parents asked, "Does it really hurt?"

Miao Xingzhou: "It hurts so much, I can't do it."

Mom: "Life is a continuous pursuit. You don't need to suffer now. Just live well. Look how happy you are now."

Am I really happy?!

Mom: "Hmm. You can tell by looking at your precious childhood memories."

Looking at those memories, she saw herself building a snowman in the snow.

Seeing her older siblings playing games upstairs, and her mother beside her, getting her clothes to ward off mosquitoes...

Countless happy moments passed by.

She suddenly saw that mouth, and the bubbles slowly transformed into countless versions of herself, saying, "Happiness! We must be happy!" Then they rushed towards her, waking her from the dream to find her parents sitting beside her. "You're awake?"

Buy Oh Xingzhou: "Mm."

Mom: "Now you just need to focus on getting better. We don't ask anything of you, we just want you to survive."

Miao Xingzhou listened; this wasn't the first time she'd heard her mother say something like this. But she couldn't distinguish between reality and unreality—perhaps both were reality.

But how am I supposed to live? Am I only supposed to rely on my parents?

That's impossible.

I'm so old, yet I still cause my parents so much trouble.

She started to sleep.

Mom: "How are you feeling now? It wouldn't be bad to go back to work after you've recovered."

Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."

She continued writing novels.

Mom smiled and said, "Now you just need to live well and don't think about those things."

She stood up and said, "I'm really happy right now."

Days passed by, and as long as they got through them, they were good days. Soon it was September.

October and November are almost here...

Happy Chinese New Year!

Mom said, "Are you thinking about the New Year?"

Miao Xingzhou: "Isn't my sister coming home for the Chinese New Year again?"

Mom: "We can't control what she likes to do. We just need to live our own lives."

Miao Xingzhou started looking at his phone.

Just live your own life well?

How should I live my life well now?

Are you going to read useless novels every day?

Mom said, "We're going out to play."

"Um."

As the days went by, my health gradually improved.

It can help mom with some things.

Life has started to improve.

My sister asked, "What's causing your illness?"

Miao Xingzhou: "It might be because my mother used to argue when she was a child."

Sister: "I'm here too, why didn't I get anything?"

Miao Xingzhou: "So, when you and the others in your class are studying, why are you, who is doing so poorly, not even in the same classroom as them?"

Sister: "I admit that my grades are bad because I don't like studying. I'm stupid, and that's my fault."

Sister: "I see people who are even worse off than you but aren't sick. Why are you sick? The reason must be that you're too fragile and can't even handle this much."

Miao Xingzhou: "I'm hanging up!"

My sister started to soften her tone and became less harsh.

Miao Xingzhou: "Everyone is different. You got bad grades because you're not smart. My mom even dieted when she was pregnant with me to avoid the one-child policy. Of course I'm different from you."

Sister: "Isn't it your fault?"

Miao Xingzhou smiled and said, "No."

Hang up the phone.

I looked at the computer and started writing a novel.

She began by saying, "I'm sick now, but so what? I can still live!"

She started looking at the computer and writing.

When Mom came home, she smiled and asked, "Is dinner ready yet?"

Miao Xingzhou: "Done."

Mom: "You did it?"

Miao Xingzhou: "The rice is cooked, but the dishes are not."

Mom: "Wait until I cook it? What if I don't come home? Will you not eat?"

Miao Xingzhou: "I might do it myself."

Mom: "Should I come back later?"

Miao Xingzhou: "Then you'll lose all your money."

She frowned and lowered her head, saying, "It's the adults playing cards, don't interfere."

Miao Xingzhou: "I'm an adult now."

Mom looked up, then went into the kitchen, where the sound of chopping wood could be heard. Miao Xingzhou started washing vegetables.

Mom yelled, "I don't want you to cook, go play!" Miao Xingzhou replied, "Wouldn't it be faster if I helped you cook?"

While cooking, my mother said, "You've grown up now, you don't need me to cook for you anymore."

Miao Xingzhou: "Aren't I helping you cook now? I'll be able to support myself when I earn money writing novels in the future."

Mom looked up, frowned, and said sternly, "Don't you have any shame? I feel disgusted just hearing that."

They finished. Mom said, "Adults always have their own ways of doing things. Don't worry about it."

She started to laugh: "Mmm."

Then he added, "Let's see if you lose all your money."

Mom's face turned red.

They started to sit at the table, and their father said, "Go to your room if you want to sleep."

Mom: "Where I sleep is none of your business!"

Miao Xingzhou was watching a TV series.

Dad said, "It's cold here, you'll catch a cold."

Mom said angrily, "What's it to you! Even if you catch a cold, it's still my money."

While Mom was sleeping, Dad chuckled and then, when it was just the two of them left, said, "Mom's up, she's going back to sleep."

Looking at her phone, Mom said, "It's nine o'clock, it's still early."

Miao Xingzhou: "Go to bed."

Mom: "Both you and your dad are willing to control me!"

Miao Xingzhou: "Don't you sleep well in bed?"

Mom started to get up and said slowly, "Go to sleep. Are you still staying?"

Miao Xingzhou: "I'll turn off the computer and go to sleep."

Mom: "Then I'll go upstairs first."

He suddenly felt sad.

In my dream, I saw my parents with advanced technology.

They said, "The novels now have different names."

Miao Xingzhou: "What's your name?"

Mom: "Call it a fantasy device."

It's about transforming your imagined world into images, and then countless images begin to be transmitted indiscriminately, until text completely disappears in the future.

She began to construct her own world.

Suddenly she saw countless bubbles appear outside the window. One floated in, and she tried to catch it. Then she said, "Now let me see what this bubble is?"

As the bubble bursts, countless versions of themselves begin to merge...

Where am I now?

A mouth spoke: "Miao Xingzhou, you've come out."

Miao Xingzhou: "Who are you?"

The one with the open mouth said, "We were best friends. Look at you now, you've really changed. You're like a useless piece of trash now."

"Don't come any closer!"

Miao Xingzhou walked over, and then a black hole appeared in his hand. He began to approach it, and the mouth said, "I'll give you back a happy life, but don't let me be trapped in this black hole!"

Miao Xingzhou stopped. "You said it."

Its mouth began to exhale a bubble with iridescent colors.

Miao Xingzhou exposed it.

Mom asked, "Have you gotten first place in school now?"

Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."

Mom: "Keep up the good work, so you can become a great writer someday."

Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm!"

She started looking at the composition book.

Read carefully through the articles.

Mom asked, "Are you feeling alright now?"

Miao Xingzhou: "Why am I not doing well?" His mother said: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

She started laughing and said, "I'm not under any pressure."

She studied until 10 o'clock.

When they were in school, all the classmates were very nice. The older sister looked at Miao Xingzhou and said, "Is there anything you don't understand now?"

Miao Xingzhou: "If I have any questions, I'll ask you. You can't find me annoying then."

She entered the classroom.

Campus life is wonderful.

All unhappiness can be cured.

When she graduated smoothly, her sister said, "Miao Xingzhou, it's not always good for life to be smooth sailing."

Miao Xingzhou: "A life with smooth sailing is the best."

She became famous after finishing her first novel. She earned 10,000 yuan in royalties in one month.

Mom smiled and said, "Ten thousand is a good number. Are you treating us to dinner?"

Miao Xingzhou: "Ten thousand! I want to become a richer writer!"

When my sister came home from work, she said, "Ten thousand yuan is barely enough to live on in this big city. You still need to work harder."

Miao Xingzhou: "I will try my best, do you need to tell me?"

She looked at her novel, which seemed even better. After seven years of revisions, the novel, now published, had earned ten million yuan and was adapted into anime, TV series, and radio dramas…

Her mother asked, "Are you planning to buy a house?"

Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."

She bought a house nearby and lived happily every day, reading novels on her computer.

Time flew by, and I became the most popular writer.

Her novels are going viral online.

It has become a topic of conversation for many people.

Suddenly, while I was sleeping, I said, "Hey, you big-mouthed friend, here you are again?"

Big Mouth: "But you're the most delicious."

Miao Xingzhou: "Although this kind of life is the focus of everyone's attention, I still feel that something is missing?"

Big Mouth: "It's too smooth, so you don't feel any pleasure, you just take it for granted?"

Miao Xingzhou: "No, it's just that I feel it's not real."

Suddenly waking up, my mother said, "You're twenty-five years old now, are you still hallucinating?"

Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."

Mom: "Then let's go plant vegetables."

Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."

Perhaps everyone has their own happiness in life. Happiness doesn't necessarily come from being at a high position.

After planting vegetables with my mom.

Mom said, "Let's go home now."

Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."

When we got home, my mother said, "I'm going to collect manure, you go play."

Miao Xingzhou: "I'll choose."

Mom: "You can't carry it, and it smells too bad. It'll spill."

She watched her mother leave, then looked at the computer and turned it on.

It turns out I still can't distinguish between reality and illusion.

I'm just plain sick.

Is this kind of illness really an illness?