Should we give up?
Is the economy bad?
No wonder making money is so difficult.
If I could, I would hope for a bright future.
No need to worry about money.
My sister said, "You probably won't be able to find a job now."
Miao Xingzhou: "I'm looking for a job that I can do from home. Is that possible?"
Sister: "I don't know."
She started looking at the computer.
My own novels have never gained traction.
The mother said, "I can support you for ten years. You don't need to work during these ten years."
How could Miao Xingzhou bear to let his mother suffer like this, when she would be sixty years old in ten years?
I have hands and feet, so why did I develop a mental illness?!
She looked at the computer screen, longing for happiness.
She looked at the people on the roadside; they were smiling so happily and healthily.
I wish my mom would stop working and I could take over instead.
My mother is not in good health.
I hope to be able to support myself.
Mom said, "It's unrealistic for you to make money by writing novels."
Miao Xingzhou: "But..."
Mom: "Work hard now."
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."
But I am a stubborn person.
He is a stubborn person who insists on his own way.
She still writes novels frequently.
While she was sleeping, she saw the bright moon and the gently flowing water under the cool moonlight...
As I walk along the road and slowly look up, countless thoughts come to mind.
Why can't I live a good life?
Unable to live happily?
It's all my own mischief.
Even if they can't work, they can still make a living.
I will succeed.
But... will it really succeed?
We started walking along the stream, where the moon was bright and round.
Her tech-savvy family stood on the shore watching her.
She looked at him and said, "Should I insist?"
She had countless fantasies about the future, but she knew she might not be able to keep going. She began to wake up from her dreams.
I found out that my mother will be coming home soon; there are only fifteen days left.
Am I pressing snow to extract oil?
Am I really not suitable?
Now I see countless stars appearing.
She began slowly to say, "How should I live now?"
If I could, I would hope to be happy forever.
I didn't answer the phone when my mother called.
In five minutes, Mom will have to go back to work.
Working in the factory is hard work.
Mom was afraid she wouldn't do it well.
But how do I know if I haven't even tried?
I suddenly realized that the novels I wrote before were getting worse and worse.
She slowly looked up at the sky, wondering if she really had to suffer like this.
After doing some math, I realized I got most of it wrong and couldn't even do basic calculations.
She's just a good-for-nothing; no wonder people look down on her.
Even if I write for ten years, I might not be able to write it well.
But she still has time.
She started writing a novel. She looked at the sky, slowly stood up, and noticed that the sun was shining today.
Will my future also be blessed with sunshine?
Marriage is impossible.
Although I'm only in my early twenties, I've already experienced so much pain...
She was afraid of hurting her family.
Without anyone to take care of me, I might never be able to leave the hospital.
She was looking at the book.
I so wish that someday technology would advance and cure mental illness, but that's just wishful thinking.
My sister always speaks very bluntly. But she's not a bad person.
I often get angry with my mother and sister.
But they all get better after a short time.
Mom smiled and said, "It's good that you're alright now. Remember to take your medicine."
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."
I might have to live in a mental hospital in my old age.
I really wish I could earn money to support myself.
If I hadn't developed mental illness, if those things hadn't happened, I might have gone to university, been working outside, and my parents could have had some rest...
But there are no "what ifs".
She continued writing novels.
I feel better when I sleep; for example, I don't dream anymore.
I used to dream no matter how long I slept.
In 2026, she begged her mother to let her start working. But her mother told her to wait another year.
Miao Xingzhou: "I played well."
Mom: "Wait until you're fully recovered before getting the injection."
Miao Xingzhou: "But..."
Mom: "You'll be the one to hit me from now on."
Miao Xingzhou: "I can work now!"
Mom: "You're thinking about what might happen if you get sick after coming down here."
Miao Xingzhou watched as his mother went to work again.
I can't do anything right.
Try to keep writing novels.
Success can be achieved right now.
All those efforts were in vain.
You've been pushing in the wrong direction.
If I hadn't done those things, I probably wouldn't be like this.
Is my fate really predetermined, as my parents say?
If I could, I would want to free myself from my own fate.
She started writing.
He pinched his own skin hard.
The red marks reminded me of Grandpa Ga. Everyone gets old and dies. Isn't it ridiculous to worry about how we live? Time has stopped. All that's left is to wait to grow old.
I can be happy too.
Countless times of suffering only brought more suffering.
She watched the time slowly pass and realized it was getting late, but she felt very anxious.
What should I do now?
It's getting late.
She looked at the sky and then read a book at night.
It's getting late. I really wish I were in good health.
Just like any other person, I support myself.
When I finished writing the novel and was about to go to sleep, I thought, aren't there people in mental hospitals who haven't had an attack in a long time?
I can also live a happy life.
I am confident that I can succeed!
But you should also be able to support yourself.
As she was sleeping, the woman said, "Knowing it will fail, why don't you give up?"
Miao Xingzhou didn't say anything. The whole world denies you, but you foolishly persist. That's really too foolish.
The man said, "You can't even support yourself now, how are you going to support your parents?"
Miao Xingzhou: "I don't want to talk about that now. What other options are there besides working?"
Gao Ke's mother has appeared. Come with us.
She hesitated for a moment and then followed.
Mom: "Are you scared now?"
Miao Xingzhou looked around and saw that all the bubbles around him were of himself.
Mom: "Now pop the bubble."
She watched as her parents reached out and touched a bubble of happiness.
wake up.
Miao Xingzhou: "Mom, I did it! I earned two thousand this month!"
The mother came out and said, "Making money is good."
She started by giving her mother a thousand.
Mom: "It's good to buy medicine."
"Um."
After seeing the money he had earned, he danced with joy, finally making money after seven years.
It's like buying a lottery ticket.
She earned several thousand to several hundred yuan from each of her novels.
I stay at home every day, with my mom and dad, watching the sunset and the flowers blooming by the river.
She began slowly, saying, "I'm really happy now."
Mom: "You're happy with just two thousand?"
Dad: "As long as it's useful."
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."
She felt that success brought her a lot of happiness.
I also have time to study.
Looking out the window, is this a dream?
Will I wake up again?
Time flies, and she is now sixty years old. Her hands tremble, but she can still speak, practice Mandarin, and begin voice input.
She lives alone in the house.
Looking at the books in the house, I slowly stood up and wondered how much longer I could live, and how fortunate I was to have lived in this world.
I suddenly woke up from the dream.
Mom said, "You still talk about working? With your attitude..."
She looked at her mother and said, "When will I start making money from writing novels?"
Mom: "Don't talk about those things, they're impossible!"
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm..."
Success is difficult.
The probability is less than 50%.
Mom said, "The best thing for us is for you to recover and not have a relapse."
She slowly began to cry.
Why am I so useless?
But should we give up on our dreams?
If I weren't sick, I could pursue my dreams, but now that I'm sick, what will I use to pursue my dreams?
She hated herself; she felt useless.
But God can do nothing.
She longed to work and earn money.
She started going out to find out why she was in pain, because she could support herself by doing farm work at home.
But how can I farm when I have nothing?
Are you selling things?
I often make mistakes when doing math.
This approach simply cannot succeed.
She felt pain.
How can I find happiness?
I don't want to live in a mental hospital for the rest of my life!
She watched as countless people began to walk past her.
When did I become so hesitant?
Isn't it a serious mental illness?
I can succeed as long as I work hard.
She looked at the novel she had written and thought it was really terrible.
Is it necessary for me to suffer like this?
She watched countless failures and became utterly exhausted.
Time proves nothing and changes nothing.
Only through constant, painful struggle.
She slowly began to cry on her own.
She was in so much pain that she dared not live on.
Mom came in and said, "Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?"
Miao Xingzhou: "No, I just feel a little unwell."
Mom: "Tell me, and I'll help you solve it."
Miao Xingzhou: "I don't want to talk about it."
Mom: "I'll go cook."
"Um."
I will continue writing my novel on the computer.
The novel's data has remained unchanged.
Why should I try so hard to do the impossible?
Have I really been working in the wrong direction?
Each stubborn remark resulted in a wall of blood.
I was so stupid, so stupid to believe that I could achieve my dream.
Mom said, "Let's eat."
Dad smiled and said, "Shall we have lotus root today?"
Mom: "Go get the bowls and chopsticks quickly."
I finished eating with my parents.
Mom said, "Don't think about bad things now, just enjoy today."
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."
Mom finished eating.
Mom and Dad went to see Ga Gong on their motorcycle, leaving me alone at home.
Looking at the computer, I hope my mother can come back and be with me.
I really wanted to give up.
Everything is so painful now.
When Mom came home, she asked, "Have you eaten?"
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."
Mom: "Have you eaten?"
"Um."
Mom: "It's good that you ate it."
Miao Xingzhou started writing novels. Was his effort wrong?
How can I make myself happy?
She watched as countless stars appeared.
Can I catch the star in my heart?
Whether they can persevere.
He looked at the people on the roadside and slowly started to walk over. Before he could say anything, the people started to run away, shouting, "The madman is here!"
Miao Xingzhou watched as he slowly returned home.
After reading a useless novel, will I finally give up?
It's really good that we gave up.
The older sister said, "Miao Xingzhou, are you really giving up?"
Miao Xingzhou: "I'm realistic now."
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