Success doesn't make me happy
She said with a smile, "My idols are ordinary people, whose resilience is as strong as that of wild grass."
She began to overcome various difficulties.
Looking at what he had written, he smiled slowly and said, "I have finally finished my university courses through self-study!"
Then he started reading his novel with a smile.
Ye's own novels began to improve.
Smiling as I look at the blue sky.
I chose a path that was not favored, a difficult path.
But he was very happy.
Life is only once, and I've lived the happiest life of my life.
This path is very difficult to traverse.
She said with a smile, "This is really great."
Dad came in smiling: "What's so great?"
The father, who was nearly sixty years old, looked at Miao Xingzhou and said, "Are you going to help with the planting later?"
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."
She and her father dug in the soil and planted vegetables.
After planting, he felt the dazzling sunlight and sensed the changing seasons.
Dad: "Come home and cook."
Miao Xingzhou started cooking.
After dinner, Dad asked, "Are you feeling better now?"
Miao Xingzhou: "Yes. I'm not sick."
Dad: "It's good that you're not sick."
She was reading a book, while her father and she walked along the sidewalk, a gentle night breeze blowing.
The moonlight was bright and clear.
On a cool night, you can hear footsteps and cell phone ringing.
Afterwards, her father went to play and told her not to go and to rest.
She: "Mmm."
I checked the time and it was already nine o'clock, but I couldn't fall asleep, so I scrolled through my phone for a while.
Sleep when you're sleepy.
Every day is almost the same, but I never get bored.
She felt a little uncomfortable in her head.
Why is that?
Is it really possible for time to be so coincidental?
He looked at his hand, and again, the pattern of spades appeared. He rubbed it hard.
It couldn't be wiped off.
This must be a dream.
But isn't reality just a dream?
She stumbled and staggered through her dreams.
After that, I started to feel afraid of myself. What would my actions mean if they happened in a dream?
She suddenly realized that children nowadays are working harder than before, and she began to feel a little distressed.
Why should I waste my time?
She felt her head was so heavy she couldn't move, and then she started to fall down.
When Dad came home, he called out several times but received no answer. During dinner, Dad said, "Go cook."
Miao Xingzhou still didn't move.
Dad: "It's already four o'clock."
Dad stood up and looked at Miao Xingzhou's hands, which were already stiff.
The father was at a loss for what to do. He touched her nose and found that she was no longer breathing. His eyes were filled with confusion, and his heart sank. He began to panic...
After Miao Xingzhou's death, he chose to be alone, writing and pursuing his dreams, when suddenly he discovered that a spade pattern had also appeared on his face.
Her eyes couldn't leave the computer screen.
Why me?
Such obsession?
This is so painful.
So conflicted.
Afterwards, she looked at her computer and said, "Why do I write novels?"
The computer began to speak: "Because what you can't have is the best."
"Stay here, and you will succeed."
Miao Xingzhou couldn't control himself... Stop writing, his high-tech parents behind him kept getting closer.
They placed their dark hands on her shoulders and then whispered in her ear, "Stay. Do you want some chocolate?"
Miao Xingzhou watched as the chocolate began to open its mouth, and a smell of burnt garbage wafted out.
She started vomiting.
Suddenly her face turned completely to spades. She saw it; the protagonists from her writing began to appear. They stood there, smiling and looking at her. She reached out, but couldn't touch them. Are you all... alright?
She fell to the ground, like a puddle of ink.
Then I suddenly heard my father calling.
It was Dad calling back the soul.
She began to wake up.
Dad asked, "Asleep?"
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."
I am so insignificant. Even if the world were to lose me, it wouldn't change anything.
Her sister called, and she answered.
My sister asked, "Are you alright now?"
Miao Xingzhou: "Why are you all asking me if I'm okay?"
Sister: "You should ask more questions when you're sick since you were little."
Miao Xingzhou: "Have I been sickly since childhood?"
The older sister didn't say anything, and no matter what she said afterward, the older sister remained silent.
She said, "I'm hanging up."
Sister: "Mmm."
She looked at the mountain, and realized she was on it. She saw auspicious clouds above the mountain and sometimes felt as if gods and ghosts were around her.
After that, I continued writing.
She entered a dream and saw herself making money.
Although it was very little, I was still very happy.
She writes with her friends.
She looked at the several novels she had written.
Life is unpredictable; you never know when you will die.
If I were to die, would I be able to die more comfortably?
No, I can't die!
She continued looking at the computer.
Suddenly she saw someone, who looked at her and said, "Second Sister!"
Miao Xingzhou smiled and said, "Yes."
As the person came in, Miao Xingzhou asked, "Have you eaten?"
"not yet."
She started doing her homework.
They didn't say much.
The girl who suddenly called herself "Second Sister" said, "On Children's Day, we're grabbing snacks!"
Miao Xingzhou looked at the old school, which had been transformed into a plastic running track.
"Because one graduating class of students was admitted to five of the top high schools, someone provided financial assistance to the school."
Miao Xingzhou: "Hmm."
Suddenly my older sister called, "Look at your eldest sister."
She then said, embarrassed, "Okay! Okay!"
She rarely came after that; she's currently in her second year of junior high, a very stressful time.
She continued writing novels.
Looking at the lush green grass, drifting white clouds, and distant green mountains.
She smiled slowly, feeling as if she had blended into nature.
Time flies, it's already four o'clock in the evening, time to start cooking.
When Dad came home, he asked, "What dishes did you make?"
Miao Xingzhou: "The cabbage we made also had mushrooms."
Dad: "Okay, let's eat."
They started eating.
Dad asked, "When are you planning to start working?"
Miao Xingzhou: "I'm doing well farming at home."
Dad frowned.
Once, when her older sister was on the phone, her father came in and heard it. He frowned and then asked her if her sister had stopped working.
She replied that it was during mealtimes and breaks, when her eyebrows would relax.
She started cleaning up after dinner, and her father said, "Wash the dishes."
Miao Xingzhou didn't wash, and his father scolded him again.
She then continued writing novels.
The next day, Dad went to the market and bought yellow peaches. But he ate most of them himself.
Seeing that there was only one yellow peach left, Dad started to cut it in half, and they each ate one half.
She started to sleep.
In my dream, I was old and writing a novel using a brain-computer interface.
People around me started asking, "Are you alright now?"
"I am fine."
The person next to him said, "But you haven't woken up yet."
"I've always been pursuing my dreams, and now I've woken up..."
The people around her started grabbing her clothes, saying, "You'd better wake up now."
Where am I?
What a huge Heavenly Gate!
"Congratulations, you have successfully overcome the tribulation."
"Everyone is a star, and now you're back."
I'm back?
She slowly looked at her hands; they were black. Everyone inside the door was a spade…
Is this what I want?
She suddenly woke up from her dream and found herself to be a famous novelist, earning a considerable amount of money each month.
She slowly looked at the empty house.
She went outside and found herself in a big city.
A three-story villa.
That's right, I already succeeded a long time ago.
But happiness didn't seem to come.
Then came the relentless, breathless climb upwards.
Then he closed the door and began to write.
After writing all day, I started reading.
Suddenly remembering something, I called my mom and dad. My mom said, "What's up with your call?"
Miao Xingzhou: "I want to pick you up and let you stay at my home."
Mom: "You'll live alone; we still have farm work to do."
Miao Xingzhou stared at the disconnected phone without saying a word.
It's just a bit painful.
Success did not bring me freedom or happiness.
It only deprives oneself of the right to be a human being.
She looked at the computer screen; this wasn't the success she wanted!
She began to cry slowly.
What's wrong with me?
Isn't this something I could only dream of but never have?
She gradually suffocated, then slowly looked at herself in the mirror on the table. She saw that she had changed; she had money for plastic surgery and now had this beautiful face…
She was no longer herself; she had lost herself.
don't want!
I can't do this!
She started touching the inside of her nose, then pinched it hard, and her nose began to deflate.
She looked at her ridiculous reflection in the mirror and finally burst out laughing, laughing so hard she could hardly breathe.
He said slowly, "How could I possibly win? I've never won before!"
"I must be dreaming."
But aren't dreams supposed to be short? Why did I fall into this dream of reality?
She began to watch countless people pass by, their faces adorned with spades, their feet stained with ink...
She closed the door and began to cover her face behind it.
What did I miss...?
Now we can't go back to the way things were.
I ruined my parents' lives...
She continued writing.
Looking at the words I wrote, they were somewhat sarcastic.
I feel somewhat helpless.
Gradually, I started laughing because it was just so funny.
Suddenly, I remembered something and called my sister.
Sister: "Aren't you busy with your novel?"
Miao Xingzhou: "It's alright."
Sister: "Hmm. You're usually so busy, why are you calling me now? You're not going to ask me for money again, are you?"
Miao Xingzhou: "Do you want it?"
Sister: "I have money now."
She said, "I bought you a box of cakes."
Sister: "I already told you I'm on a diet, I don't want to! If you don't want me, you should quit now."
Miao Xingzhou: "You can throw it away if you don't like it."
Sister: "Who wants your cake! Don't look down on me."
Miao Xingzhou began by saying, "Didn't you used to buy me cakes all the time?"
Sister: "You bought a house, do you want to come visit us?"
Miao Xingzhou: "No, thank you."
Sister: "I'm going to work."
She looked at the phone that had been hung up.
She said slowly, "Why am I still unhappy! Was my happiest moment... when..."
She looked at the computer screen, thinking about her success. Shouldn't she be happy?
But often she was alone in this unfamiliar metropolis, with an endless stream of novels to write every day. This wasn't what she wanted; time had changed her…
His hair has turned gray.
It drained its own blood, wrinkled its own skin...
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