Matchstick Horse
Miao Xingzhou looked at the novel and wrote quickly. Once the novel was finished, he felt it was almost done.
Mom said, "You never know, you might be able to make money."
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."
Mom said, "But what's the most important thing?"
Miao Xingzhou: "I..."
The mother's eyes were serious and questioning.
"What?"
Miao Xingzhou replied, "Take your medicine on time."
Mom: "Yes, that's good."
She continued writing.
Mom started cooking.
But my writing is mediocre and has no commercial value, so how could I possibly make any money?
She tore her hair out, but it was no use.
Miao Xingzhou can only hope to realize his dream in his next life.
Mom: "Are you feeling better now?"
Miao Xingzhou: "What's wrong?"
Mom: "Want to go to work together?"
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."
Mom: "Are you really coming?"
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."
Mom: "Did you do a good job? Even your sister can't afford it."
She smiled and said, "I'll give it a try."
Mom: "Then give it a try, then don't bother."
Miao Xingzhou: "I'm very sleepy, there's nothing I can do about it."
Mom: "We can still take care of you for a while. You should focus on getting better now."
Miao Xingzhou looked at the computer screen and said, "Hmm."
By 2027, she still found the novels to be of very poor quality. She earned at most ten yuan a month.
It's not even enough to cover the electricity bill.
It was already night, and she watched countless dreamlike images appear before her. Lying in bed, she tried to grasp them, but couldn't.
She slowly fell asleep.
All the things in the world are connected by one emotion.
I'm much happier now.
My sister asked, "Miao Xingzhou, how much money are you making from writing novels now?"
Miao Xingzhou: "Not much, only ten yuan."
Sister: "Ten yuan a day?"
Miao Xingzhou: "One month."
The older sister didn't speak, only mumbled something.
Miao Xingzhou said, "We'll make money in the future."
My sister smiled and said, "Go for it!"
She heard him and slowly smiled, saying, "Mm."
Mom said, "Are you resting again now?"
Sister: "Mmm."
Mom: "I can't control you, just don't ask me for money."
The older sister didn't say anything.
She looked at her phone and started laughing.
Mom started looking at her phone.
Miao Xingzhou: "Are you happy working?"
The older sister looked up and said, "It's good to have money."
She began by asking, "Are you alright now?"
Sister: "Hmm, why are you asking this?"
Miao Xingzhou: "When do you want to travel?"
Sister: "It's none of your business how I conduct myself."
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."
They hung up the phone.
She looked at the computer and began to write.
Time flies by, the shadows of the trees sway gently.
Standing under the shade, Mom asked, "How are you feeling now, Miao Xingzhou?"
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."
Mom: "Is it okay now?"
Miao Xingzhou: "I don't know when I'll be able to find a good job."
Mom: "You keep talking about these things, they're awful to me!"
Miao Xingzhou: "I'll learn from you."
Mom and my sister are chatting.
My sister's machine broke down again today, so she didn't come to work.
She began slowly to say, "Grandpa Ga is not in good health."
Mom didn't say anything.
Miao Xingzhou began by saying, "Do you miss Grandpa?"
Mom: "It's not that I miss Grandpa, it's that he's not in good health and I want to take care of him."
Miao Xingzhou: "What's Uncle up to?"
Mom: "My eldest uncle is at home. Grandpa won't eat, so we give him Wahaha (a popular Chinese beverage). I went to feed him."
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."
"Do you live at Ga Gong's place or drive back and forth from home every day? Or do you bring Ga Gong to your house?"
The mother exclaimed in surprise, "Grandpa won't even eat! What if he dies after we take him in?!"
Miao Xingzhou: "So, are you staying at Ga Gong's place, or will your father drive you back and forth for several months?"
Mom: "We live in my third uncle's house."
Miao Xingzhou: "Where is Third Uncle's house?"
Mom: "It's Ga Gong's..."
Miao Xingzhou: "That's Ga Gong's house!"
Mom: "Mmm."
Miao Xingzhou: "So, are you staying in the room where your third uncle's son got married?"
Mom: "Mmm."
Miao Xingzhou: "So, how many months are you going to stay?"
Mom: "I need to cook for Grandpa and take care of him."
Miao Xingzhou: "Can I live with you?"
Mom: "So fierce."
When Mom ran out of things to say, Miao Xingzhou said, "I'm hanging up."
Mom: "Mmm."
She continued writing her novel, and as she read, she had written nine thousand words.
My mother is almost fifty years old. When I asked her if she was afraid, she said, "What's there to be afraid of? Everyone gets old, it's not just me."
Miao Xingzhou started typing away.
She finished reading the classic and began to rest.
In her dream, she saw the ghost.
The ghost particle itself slowly touched her face, "Don't cry."
Miao Xingzhou closed his eyes, and countless square fragments shattered on the ground.
Slowly, she began to cry.
Why are you crying?
Ghost Particle: "If only there were a medicine that could heal a broken heart."
Miao Xingzhou: "Those are all in the past."
Ghost Particle: "Look, their smiles."
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."
Ghost Particle: "Live well."
She began to cry slowly as she said, "I have a family who loves me, and I will live well."
The ghost particles entered her body and slowly moved towards the place where water was constantly dripping.
The whole world has fallen again.
Miao Xingzhou began to see countless versions of himself looking at him, and then slowly said, "We're happy as long as you're doing well now."
Miao Xingzhou: "Thank you..."
Those people tidied their hair. Then they gently washed her face.
Organize the clothes.
"Live well."
Suddenly, a child's cry rang out, "You must live on strongly, don't do what we did and end your life!"
Miao Xingzhou began to nod.
I woke up from the dream and looked at my arm, which had gone numb from being pressed down. Then my arm slowly recovered.
She started to go downstairs; it was still dark.
Looking at the sky, he slowly said, "I'll do some math for a while."
Time seems to just pass by like that.
I gradually became so sleepy that I couldn't keep my eyes open, and slowly fell asleep.
As it watched countless bubbles happily floating in the air, the mouth smiled and said, "Come and pop the bubbles!"
She started popping the bubbles; it revealed a place where she was doing farm work.
She slowly went outside; her mother had grown old.
My father is getting old. They are here with me.
She kept sweeping the millet with a broom.
The sun is very bright.
Sweat kept pouring down, and Mom had to help.
Miao Xingzhou took out ten yuan and said, "Go buy some popsicles."
Dad: "Hmm."
Dad left, but Mom still wanted to help. Miao Xingzhou said, "Mom, wait in the shade. Don't get heatstroke. We don't have any money to begin with. If she gets heatstroke, we won't have any money to treat her."
Mom started standing in the shade. Dad bought three popsicles, one for each of them. Dad wanted to give her the rest of the money, but Miao Xingzhou asked, "Only three?"
Dad: "You're buying so much but not eating it."
Miao Xingzhou ate one, while his mother, sucking on an ice pop, said with a smile, "You can't bite an ice pop with your teeth."
Dad: "Eat slowly."
Miao Xingzhou: "I'll be done soon. You all come inside and sit down. I'll be right there."
Mom and Dad went back inside. About twenty minutes later, Miao Xingzhou opened the door. Mom and Dad were both seventy years old. She herself was forty. She turned on her computer and began writing a novel.
Mom said, "What's the use of writing novels? You can't even afford to eat."
Miao Xingzhou: "Just treat it as a game."
Mom went to sleep, and Miao Xingzhou looked at the novel he was writing. He only earned two hundred yuan a month, but it was already the result of his hard work.
She sat for a while, then continued to dry the grain under the blazing sun.
Gege and his sister are still working outside.
Miao Xingzhou watched as the bubble burst.
By the time I turned thirty, the novel I had already written couldn't even buy me a meal.
Mom: Are you feeling better now?
Miao Xingzhou: "I need to take a nap at noon."
Mom: "Don't get up at night."
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."
Sister: "You're thirty years old now, you don't want Mom to support you anymore, do you?"
Miao Xingzhou: "I do farm work at home."
Mom: "Whatever you want."
She watched herself slowly wake up inside the bubble, and then looked at the novel on her computer.
My writing is terrible.
No one collected it.
She wasn't upset, because it was all the same to her.
Just treat it as a game.
She checked the time on her phone; it was six o'clock in the evening.
It's almost bedtime now, so she'd better hurry up and start writing her novel.
Hurry up and finish them off!
I only wrote 8,000 words in one day, and I still have 9,000 words left!
She looked outside; where her mother and sister worked, it got dark much earlier than here. It was already completely dark there, while here it was only dimly lit.
She watched, then slowly stopped writing. She had finished!
She started reading.
I drew for a while.
Should I give up writing novels and switch to drawing comics?
But drawing comics is much more difficult than writing novels.
She didn't even have a drawing textbook.
She was reading a book, and when she went to bed at nine o'clock, she popped the last bubble, and suddenly a chilling laugh came from inside.
"You have now arrived in the world of death."
Countless things resembling matchstick horses ran over and began to devour their own flesh.
She didn't feel pain; on the contrary, she felt relieved.
As she gradually lost her breath, she began to turn into a matchstick horse, and no matter how hungry she was, she refused to eat when she needed to.
Suddenly, a stamp filled with mooncake designs was applied, and she turned into a mooncake.
Slowly put it into your mouth.
Gradually, I awoke from the absurd dream.
Looking at the time, it was already six o'clock. I did some math and started cooking at seven.
Every day was like this. In the evening, Dad said, "Life is good now. I can write a few novels and it will be over. Working is too tiring."
Miao Xingzhou: "If I hadn't been having auditory hallucinations while taking a nap at noon, I would have gone to work."
Dad: "Go to work after the hallucinations stop. In three or four years, the hallucinations will gradually disappear."
She wanted to say that the doctor said the auditory hallucinations might never disappear, but she didn't.
She was seeing the same days over and over again.
Time really flies these days.
How can I succeed?
Even if I don't succeed, it doesn't matter if I'm not right for myself.
As long as you can survive.
She started to sleep.
Suddenly, a voice appeared in his ear, "Miao Xingzhou, have you thought about how you want to live the rest of your life?"
Miao Xingzhou: "Just live like this for now." No, I can't talk to my auditory hallucinations!
But she longed for someone to talk to her, and she couldn't control her auditory hallucinations. The doctor told her not to pay attention to the hallucinations, and she gradually came to control them.
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