Chapter 242

Chapter 242

Chapter 241

Those who are familiar with this novel should know that the author’s cookie usually changes three chapters a day, around 12 noon, 8 pm and 12 am.

Only one chapter was updated yesterday, one chapter at 12 noon. I don’t know if any fans noticed this.

Well, by the way, I forgot to explain, I am not Cookie himself, I am his wife.

I would like to talk about this time off. The reason why I am here to write this is also because there is a reason for me this time, so I am sorry to the readers, and I should have an explanation.

My writing is not good, because I am just a person who loves baking. After all, writing novels is not professional, and the formation of words and sentences is fairly smooth, but I may often not follow the preface, so you can only make do with it.

If it weren’t for the excitement of the novels that Cookie had already published, maybe I wouldn’t be able to get along with writing novels in my life. It’s amazing to think about it.

It’s actually very simple. He loves to sleep late, for the past 10 years. Yesterday I slept a very big and very lazy sleep, and the attitude was still very bad, so I was angry.

We are all freelancers. I make cakes and he writes novels, so we have enough time to fight. The topic of the quarrel yesterday is actually no different from the topic of our previous quarrel.

In the past ten years, we have quarreled countless times over this problem of sleeping in. He also ran away from home N times, and in the end we still continued to live together.

I always hope that when we are together again, he can change something.

I have a bad temper. He also told me that what I said during a quarrel was very hurtful, and he hoped that I could change it.

But he hasn’t gotten to the point where I lose my temper, and he hasn’t learned to coax me. So maybe something that was originally small will turn into a big problem.

For example, yesterday, he woke up at 12 noon, and because he had a chapter deposited at noon, he went to bed unscrupulously. I seem to lack a sense of security at this time.

I wake up naturally by the biological clock every day, no matter how late I sleep, I wake up at the same point. He is not, as long as he doesn’t call him, he can sleep all the time.

I can also see his recent changes, with three chapters and ten thousand words a day, which is actually not easy.

For this year’s epidemic, our goal is to be safe and healthy. The benefit of the epidemic is to understand better what we like and how we will live this life.

I have been baking for five years. Before giving birth, I also went to work. It was because I had to take care of the children, so I slowly turned my interest into a career, thinking that the time could be more flexible, and I could pick up and drop off the children. Many full-time mothers are like this now.

I am actually very grateful to him for baking. I am a very timid person. I have never dared to pursue what I love before. He has always encouraged me. Knowing that I like to make cakes, he bought one for me. oven.

The first item I sold was cookies, which may also be the origin of his screen name.In the past five years of baking, I have been selling and learning by myself, making all the equipment and materials I want, until the whole house is full.

Then he encouraged me to open a store, so I can experience the life I want.

He always said before that he didn’t know what he was living for. His only hobby was reading novels. He always wanted to write novels. Writing novels was his dream.

I always encouraged him to write, and at first I always saw him write and delete, and I was always dissatisfied with it.

Fortunately, all the novels he wrote this year can be signed and put on the shelves. Although the results are average, I think this is already very good.

This year our child is going to elementary school, so we moved from the suburbs to the old house of my parents in the city and rented out the house in the suburbs. I also have some regular customers who have been ordering my cakes. I think there is at least the lowest living security. Yes, so he did not require him to make money for writing.

I believe that if we persist in doing what we should do every day, life will naturally get better and better.

Sure enough, in his insistence on three-shifts every day, his performance of this novel broke through with 10,000 words a day. Yesterday, it was set to 500. Although this is not the result of a great god, it also makes us happy.

During this period, many readers ridiculed and ridiculed him, all of which made him feel low, but he persisted all the way.

He was originally a fragile person. When it comes to this, I am a little sad, because I know he is fragile, and I was still very decisive yesterday.

It may also be because I am very fragile. I always feel that his persistence and positiveness can make me see the hope of life.

I know that I shouldn’t have hope for anyone. What I can do is to be myself. I should not rely on him.

Recently, I also saw what several bloggers said on Xiaohongshu, which is almost the same. If you are old and still alive in love, that is a joke. Only when you understand human nature and become more tolerant can you be open-minded and magnanimous.

And I just can’t do it. When I don’t quarrel, I think he treats me very well. Believed in love at that moment.

I’m a not-so-material woman, and he touches me with small things.

For example, in a scene that once warmed me, many years ago he rode a battery car and took me to the work unit to get something. I went upstairs and suddenly it started to rain. I came down and found him sitting in the back seat of the car, in order to get my The seats are not wet by rain…

He had a toothache last week. In order to let him rest, I took a taxi to deliver the cake by myself (he usually does the delivery work). But it rained that day, and I waited in the cold wind for an hour without getting a taxi. Later I called him and he came out from the hot bed to find me and brought me hats and gloves. I also had tears in my eyes.

Just the day before yesterday, he was still describing his ideal life to me… He said that we were in an old-looking house on the side of the street, and the rain on the eaves was ticking (he likes to watch the rain, and I like it too), the house Here is the decoration we like, and every item is carefully selected by us. All of these are for me to decorate. I’m making cakes, and he is writing novels… It’s such a scene… Although I haven’t experienced it before, this scene stays in my memory forever…

I was just about to work hard for it, and I am still thinking, when I sell a house in the suburbs next year, where can I buy an old house with eaves like this, regardless of its value or investment value, as long as we like it.

Yes, he often said that it doesn’t matter what others think, as long as you like it. I used to think like most people if it is worth it, just as my friend told me not to replace a big house in the suburbs with an old and broken one in the city, saying that it has no investment value.

But in terms of the length of our life, if I am not happy, everything is meaningless. We don’t need to live our lives as others admire, but just live as we like. These are the different views he brought to me.

In the past, I always had to think about this point of view and figure out whether it was right or wrong, but then I found that it was not happy. So I discovered that I was actually influenced by him a lot.

He was leaving yesterday. We were in a small square on the side of the road, talking and arguing for more than an hour. In fact, as long as his attitude is somewhat relaxed, I won’t be so angry anymore.

But his attitude was like I was wrong, but I just didn’t change it. He stubbornly insisted that if you want to continue, you have to accept me like this. I was naturally injured too.

Just last month, we witnessed the heart-piercing scene of a couple separating and a pair of twin children crying. We looked down from the window at home. That scene made me cry a lot. I used to cry very much, but that day was really howling. The two children kept shouting, mother, don’t leave…

He also looked uncomfortable, hugged me tightly, he said, I promise I will never leave you, we will never go through such a thing.

After a while, he said again, the one who was watching at that time wanted to go downstairs and rush to persuade the two people to go home. Then why can’t the man bow his head and say an apology? Why is it so difficult

Yes, looking at other people’s simple things, it becomes so difficult when we meet ourselves. Yesterday I said to give him a chance to give him a cake, so I forgave him, but he refused.

Then, I carried the cake and delivered it myself. As soon as I delivered the cake to the car, I saw him riding over in a battery car. He handed me the key and said he was leaving, but he didn’t see him go slowly. I can also stop the battery car while walking.

Every time I say harshly to let him go, I actually don’t really let him go. I just want him not to be so hard-talking and hope he can change it.

Every time he walks slowly, I don’t think he is going to leave. Otherwise, as soon as you turn on the throttle, you should have disappeared long ago.

And we are in such a meaningless stalemate, looking like we will never stop.

This time he left without bringing anything, with his ID card and a bank card. The mobile phone is with me, so the novel can’t be updated naturally.

I thought he would go to an Internet cafe to update it. After all, this is a novel that he insisted on for two months without breaking the update. He watched the data increase every day, and he should feel uncomfortable when he stopped.

I don’t know the composition of the reader’s gender in this novel.

Calm down now, I still hope that he can come back as soon as possible, continue to code, and live our lives well. Maybe all the words are angry. Who would have no feelings for the novels he wrote?

So all I can do is to explain to the readers why, I hope everyone will not forget this novel, and he will continue to write it when he comes back.

However, now I don’t know when he will come back. Yesterday I looked for him several times nearby, but in the winter, I don’t know where he will take shelter from the cold. He took 100 yuan from the card, and I also have a text message reminder from the bank.

At night, my daughter went to my dad with me stupidly, and analyzed that I should go to the place where my dad loves to eat, the place where my dad buys cigarettes. After a while, he said that Dad would buy new clothes and a battery car for 100 yuan. I don’t know how to tell her, only that it is impossible.

What I know about this man is that he would only find a place to hide and sleep, smoke, and he was really hungry to eat a bowl of noodles… But I did not find him for a night, so I could only take the child home to sleep.

I didn’t fall asleep very much all night, and in the middle of the night, I heard the sound of cats fighting on the roof, the sound of shattering tiles, and the sound of a battery car…

I got up in the morning to send the child to school. I saw him put the gloves he wore when he left in my battery car… He must have been back in the middle of the night!I went out in the morning and couldn’t find the key, but after a closer look, I found that he had pulled the key out and put it in his glove…

I don’t know if this is his last farewell, but my daughter said that my dad must be afraid of the coldness of my rider.

Who knows, I can’t guess why he did this… I just want to know where he is now… I really don’t have any clues to find him… I’m really powerless.

So, unless he is willing to come back this time, we don’t know how to end it.

I went to the place where we last broke up yesterday and saw him several times. I have also been to Internet cafes, Golden Arches, and nearby places where I can sit indoors. I also walked the road in the nearby small park.

The daughter said that we should stand on Mount Everest to see further… Hehe, children live in such an interesting world… The daughter is very happy to say that her father is not at home, and she can finally sleep with me… …

Cookie told me before that every time he quarreled with me, he could calm down and not be angry as long as he smoked a cigarette, but this time he has completely disappeared…

I thought about it for a long time, and asked a friend he wrote on the Internet, first helped him apply for a leave form, and then wrote this 4,000-character description. I hope that netizens can forgive us. I’m really sorry.

I also hope that Cookie can see this chapter, even if it is not today or tomorrow, it will be someday in the future.

I hope you come back and knock on the door when you see it. I will always be here. Our daughter has another week to go to the competition, and we agreed to go with her together.

I am a cowardly woman who relies on emotions. I used to be afraid that I would be laughed at by others, but now I won’t.

It was Cookie who taught me to be myself, say what I want to say, do what I want to do, and become who I want to be.

So after reading the above, you can say that you have any thoughts, positive and negative, calling for cookies to come back, or persuading us to separate, I am willing to watch quietly.

After reading so much of my nagging and nonsense, I would like to say sorry to you again, and I hope that Cookie will come back soon and continue writing his novel.

Yes, I will always wait for him, and so will you guys, right…

If he hasn’t come back yet, I can continue to nag about some of our acquaintances, some old stories of our past… I know he will like it, do you guys want to hear it?

Finally, the chapter I inserted has nothing to do with the novel itself, and I know it’s not good, but I just want to stand in a place for him to see and hear, because I don’t know where he is.

Thank you all for your understanding.

If you also want to see the novel continue, yell with me, cookies, please?

Cookies, come on!

We are here waiting for you.