As long as you're happy.
After they finished eating, they each put on their brain-computer interfaces.
Miao Xingzhou slowly put on the brain-computer interface and saw a pink track. A person was holding a flag by the roadside. Miao Xingzhou watched as racers kept coming in.
Suddenly, the car in front of us took off and flew through a lot of cloud obstacles.
Miao Xingzhou ran after the car and saw them run through a rainbow...
She exclaimed, "Is this the metaverse?!"
She walked slowly along the road and saw a mountain of cotton candy. A sweet fragrance wafted out. She gently touched it and put it in her mouth, enjoying the soft and sweet taste of cotton candy.
Then a race car driver drove into the chocolate pool and turned into a boat.
[Enter another game?]
"Um."
When I saw it again, I found it was a research lab.
One of the PhD students said, "We need to do research now! Come quickly!"
Miao Xingzhou started following along and saw countless people studying a number.
She began to study it when she saw it.
Research, time machine.
Countless people have entered this game.
After waiting for six hours, Miao Xingzhou began to say, "The time machine is really amazing."
Wouldn't developing a real time machine be cheating?
If a country had a time machine, wouldn't it be able to do whatever it wanted?
She then quit the game.
Mom said, "Miao Xingzhou, do you feel good about things right now?"
Miao Xingzhou: "But it's still a dream."
Mom: "Do you really think this is a dream?"
Miao Xingzhou understood perfectly. "None of this is realistic, and it won't happen to me." After she finished speaking, she began to wake up from her dream.
As she went downstairs, three men suddenly appeared and surrounded her, saying, "You're still so pathetic."
Miao Xingzhou: "I am not pitiful."
Man: "Having seen the beauty of the world, why do I confine myself to this barren place?"
As Miao Xingzhou went downstairs, the stairs suddenly began to transform into piano keys, one key after another, endlessly.
She cried out in fear, "Stop!"
When she looked at it again, she felt as if she had returned to the high-tech era.
Mom said, "It's normal that you're not used to it here right now, but that's okay, you'll get used to it."
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."
She began to connect to the terminal brain and look at the whole world.
Mom: "Have you figured it out now?"
Miao Xingzhou: "I don't understand why something like this would happen to me."
Dad: "Get used to it."
Brother: "Now you just need to be happy."
Miao Xingzhou went outside and was struck by the awe-inspiring scene, much like someone from a backward country seeing a car for the first time.
She began to look at the towering skyscrapers and the city covered in greenery.
Countless spaceships appeared, and cars streamed along the road. Miao Xingzhou stood at the door and realized that the house was suspended in mid-air. He stepped down and saw that his feet did not fall.
Mom came out and said, "Now I'll take you to play."
They arrived at the amusement park, where the staff said, "Now let's leave Earth and see other planets."
Miao Xingzhou entered, and suddenly the rocket rapidly ascended into the sky. In less than an hour, they left Blue Star.
Look at all these people here, wearing spacesuits.
She also went out wearing a spacesuit.
My mother said, "We humans all come from the same planet."
Miao Xingzhou looked at him and said, "Can I live on Mars?"
Dad: "If you want to stay, then stay."
Miao Xingzhou: "Where are my parents?"
Mom smiled and said, "Isn't your mother me?"
Miao Xingzhou began to back away, shouting, "Who are you? I want to go back!"
I want to go back! Wake up! Wake up!
"Miao Xingzhou?"
When Miao Xingzhou woke up, he looked at the familiar sallow face and said, "Mom, I had a nightmare."
Mom: "Did you have a nightmare?"
Mom: "Get up and get to work!"
Miao Xingzhou started working.
She worked until nine o'clock.
Mom asked, "Are you hungry now?"
"I'm so tired and hungry. Work is really tough."
When the work was going well, his mother said, "Miao Xingzhou, you'll get used to it."
Miao Xingzhou: "If I spend my whole life doing this kind of work, I feel it's a complete waste of time."
Mom: "What do you mean by wasting time?"
Miao Xingzhou: "My dream must come true."
She started writing a novel and wrote until midnight.
Her mother urged her to go to sleep.
Miao Xingzhou: "Is it really impossible to write without talent?"
Her mother said with a smile, "If you don't sleep now, you won't be able to get up tomorrow morning. If I don't wake you, your boss will scold you."
She said slowly, "I understand."
She lay in bed, drifting off to sleep, but when she saw the high-tech world again, she felt no surprise, only fear.
Don't follow me anymore! This fake world...
She started jumping from the tall building, which was like a giant trampoline. She was then bounced into the air and slowly fell back down.
She woke up with a flick of her foot.
Miao Xingzhou looked at his mother and said, "You're really not going to call me?"
Mom: "You're so old, and you still need people to call you that? Aren't you ashamed!"
She laughed as she got up.
Mom: "How hard is the work? Aren't you still forced to work?"
Miao Xingzhou: "Can't I do the work I like?"
Their family moved into the factory and began to work busily.
Being idle and unproductive is not encouraged.
She sat down to write a novel, feeling lost.
Mom asked, "Are you having fun?"
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."
For a long time, she didn't have a single penny.
The future looks bleak.
If I had a choice, I would want to succeed.
But what defines success? Is it making money and achieving your dream life?
Haven't we already made money?
Moreover, you can still take a break; once you've earned some money, you can go home and write.
My writing is not good.
But being able to write, study, and earn money—even if it's not money earned from writing novels—isn't that good?
Miao Xingzhou was sitting at home when his mother appeared. "You're not going to work this month? Are you going to look for a job again?"
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."
She went to look for a job again a month later.
Looking at the people in the factory, most of them were middle-aged, and there weren't many young people.
What will the future look like?
Is it cruel or beautiful?
Brutal slaughter, but also promising development.
While he was sleeping, he entered the high-tech era.
Looking at the neatly arranged goods on the street, a red plant with long eyes said, "If you dare to eat me, I'll beat you up!"
Those people took a bite and cried out from the spiciness.
Miao Xingzhou began to close his eyes.
Mom: "Do you want to stay now?"
Miao Xingzhou: "Even if it's hell, having your own parents is like being in heaven."
She turned and left.
When I woke up from the dream, my mother said, "When are you going to look for a job?"
Miao Xingzhou: "I'd like to wait a few more days."
She started to be herself again.
The mother said angrily, "If you don't find a job, I won't support you."
Looking at the data on her phone, she wondered if she was really not suited to writing novels and drawing. Should she give up?
She dared not look at the data.
Why do I need to do these things?
She said slowly, "I don't know if I should still pursue my dreams."
I suddenly came across a video of someone who has been drawing since childhood and continues to do so until they are over eighty years old. It must be amazing to be able to persist until they are over eighty.
Even if you don't succeed, you must persevere.
Even if you're so poor you can't get enough to eat every day, you can't give up on your dreams.
But my parents can't suffer with me.
She was conflicted.
When Mom got off work, she said, "Miao Xingzhou, would you like me to introduce you to a boyfriend?"
Miao Xingzhou: "I will never get married in my life."
Mom said, both angry and amused, "Even if you don't want it, others might not respect you."
Miao Xingzhou: "I don't know how I'm going to live my life now."
Mom: "Isn't it good that you have food, clothes, and a job now?"
Miao Xingzhou: "I don't feel it."
Mom: "Tell me what's bothering you right now."
"I want to go home and write novels and paint."
Mom looked down. "Nonsense about novels and drawing. You can't possibly make money from that, yet you insist on thinking about it!"
Miao Xingzhou: "I don't want to live in pain."
He added, "If I can't succeed by the time I'm old, my life will be ruined!"
Mom: "It's ruined? Did you tell me to ruin it?"
Miao Xingzhou: "Even if I stay at home and don't eat meat every day, I still want to keep writing novels!"
Mom: "You're twenty-seven years old now, and you're still like this. You're so immature."
She stared at the computer screen, her fingers stiff, and a single tear slowly rolled down her cheek.
Mom: "You can still live without dreams, can't you?"
"no the same!"
She felt like she had entered a swamp with no one to help her.
It's like a fire burning away your own body; no one understands you.
As she walked down the street, her mother said, "Miao Xingzhou, why do you feel unhappy right now?"
Miao Xingzhou: "This is not the life I want."
Mom: "What you want is unrealistic, what's the point of talking about it?"
Miao Xingzhou: "Mortgages are now up to 100 years old, and I'm constantly being exploited. Why should I live like this?!"
Mom's eyes widened.
Mom: "Isn't this how everyone lives? Nobody else does it this way."
Miao Xingzhou: "Right now, I just want to do my own thing. There's absolutely no room for advancement in this kind of work!"
They walked through the night market, neither of them speaking.
Miao Xingzhou started crying.
Mom lowered her head and frowned. "If you want to go home, wait a few years and I'll go with you to farm. Save some money now in case you get sick."
Miao Xingzhou: "How long?"
Mom: "Two or three years."
She nodded, looking at the sky. There were no stars, but she was still very happy.
She said with a smile, "I am determined to realize my dream!"
Mom laughed and said, "I don't understand your stuff, but as long as you're happy, that's all that matters. Pouting isn't good."
Back in the rented room.
The mother said, "Miao Xingzhou, does anyone read what you write?"
Miao Xingzhou: "No."
Mom: "If there's nothing wrong, why do you still want to write?"
"This has been my dream since I was a child. I wanted to be a novelist and a painter."
She watched until ten o'clock, then went to sleep.
In my dream...
Mom: "You'll get better and better at writing novels now."
Miao Xingzhou looked at his novel and said, "My novel made money today?"
Mom: "Forty or fifty yuan."
Miao Xingzhou: "Great! I can support myself by writing novels now!"
Dad: "Hmm."
Sister: "As long as you're happy."
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