Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
A Person's Meal
墨書 Inktalez
The room was in a mess, and she extricated herself from the chaos, tossing aside the soft pillow, and pulling her wrinkled soul out from the covers. The wastebasket under the desk struggled to swallow the crumpled paper balls, and those it couldn't handle ended up scattered on the floor.
The paper balls were at least whole, but the person's soul had shattered into countless pieces. Even if she tried to pick them up, she couldn't carefully piece them back together, and a few pieces would inadvertently be left out. As she faced the window, it seemed that with just one sigh, she successfully sent away the stuffiness of the entire room.
"Hello?" "Just woke up, haven't had breakfast yet."—— "What do you need, I'll start writing at 1:30." She reached out her left hand, and the hour hand on her wristwatch pointed to eleven o'clock. It was time for lunch. She smiled. This month has been regular, sleeping at three in the morning every night and waking up at midday.
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to still be muttering something, but she didn't hear clearly. The electric current was crackling again, making her feel restless, so she hung up. They were probably just going to nag about staying up late every day and not being afraid of sudden death or something like that.
Life is always like this, dull, uninteresting, and lifeless.
But every time she opens a can, when MiMi comes running over to rub against her leg like a spoiled child, she thinks, MiMi is really soft. She can't help but reach out and pinch MiMi's chin, so soft it's like a puddle of melted liquid. Tang Qiu can't help but laugh, saying she's raised a perfectly good cat to act like a dog, but she doesn't mind, as long as MiMi is always there to keep her company.
So, resolutely implement the good cat moral education of "not abandoning, not giving up".
"Wow, MiMi is so cute, kiss kiss." When Tang Qiu opened the door of her house, she saw this scene: a woman with disheveled hair, a nightgown dragging on the floor, sitting on the ground hugging a cat and not even sparing a spare glance for the caring friend who opened the door to show concern.
"You really are something, in broad daylight, not closing the curtains when opening the window, letting in air but not light. You've been asleep for three thousand years, and yet you, a mummy, are afraid of sunlight?" Tang Qiu is used to her nonsense and can't be bothered to argue.
Carrying two large bags of food, she also helped press the electric button. The sunlight seemed to have received a pardon, suddenly flooding the floor. She felt dizzy from the brightness, as if she had died in a game and been forcibly resurrected by a teammate's skill, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
"You let me and MiMi die together, okay? Don't worry about me, alright Qiuqiu?"
Xiaoxiao patted MiMi's head before letting go, but it didn't get up. Sitting on the carpet, she looked up at the ceiling. Tang Qiu was busy stuffing things into the fridge. She had spent so much money on such a huge fridge, but when she opened it, it was empty except for two boxes of expired yogurt and a row of apples.
"You don't eat next time, I can't be bothered to take care of you. MiMi I'll just take you away, and you can spend your life with your apple." Tang Qiu was probably speechless.
Tang Qiu had known Xiaoxiao for not long, almost three years. She had seen her rise to a high building and then go crazy on top of it. At least before, Xiaoxiao would still put on a show.
When did she completely cut off contact with all her friends? To be honest, there is a clear time limit. Before graduating from college, she suddenly earned a large sum of copyright fees. It's not an exaggeration, five million. It's more than enough to buy a car and a house in a small county. Tang Qiu only had Xiaoxiao by her side, who was a bit of an oddball. She was quiet and suddenly exploded. Later, I found out that she had wanted to be a writer since she was very young.
At that time, when she inexplicably received the money, Xiaoxiao didn't show wild joy. She didn't rush to buy a house or a car like most people. She didn't drive and had no interest in learning.
I didn't buy a house, so I live in a small rental house.
It should be at that time, whether as a rising star in the print media or an anonymous account living in the world of online literature, Xiaoxiao could go and realize their dreams from childhood to adulthood.
After that time, she started doing anything, unrelated to creation, without any words.
Many people who care about her are confused. Clearly, after persisting for so long, when everyone thought it was impossible, how could a surge of passion for self-motivation suddenly make the dream seem within reach, yet she remains motionless.
Abandoning all myths, there is not even a need for a reason for Xiaoxiao. Can beauty be dissolved in an instant, did she wake up in an instant?
Tang Qiu is not clear about Xiaoxiao's family background. She knows Xiaoxiao, understands Xiaoxiao, and there is only this one Xiaoxiao, living as an individual apart from all collective existence.
Comment 0 Comment Count