Broken leg writer, returns to China online

An Lele and Poe sat on the sofa with a long distance between them.When she tried to turn her head to look at the young man sitting on the other side, An Lele swore that she didn't have any intention of communicating - because she didn't dare to talk to him either.

As a result, after Poe and An Lele accidentally met their eyes, he jumped up and dragged the plush toy on the sofa that An Lele thought was actually a real little raccoon desperately hugging him, and he kept stepping back and trying to stay in place. .

"You, you, you..." Poe stammered in irritation, the little raccoon in his arms exploded.

"I, I, I... I didn't want to talk to you." An Lele was stuttered by Poe's fright, but she quickly realized it.

The two social fears instantly met their brain waves.

An Lele waved her hands horizontally from side to side as if there was a wall in front of her, don't talk or communicate, she said so with body language.Poe nodded knowingly, his half-length hair covered his eyes, but he could still see the child on the other side of the sofa through the gap between the hair.

Nothing seemed threatening.The face, hands, and feet are all small, and the eyes don't always glance at him as if they saw a strange person.Poe pursed his lips in thought.

Poe, who was misidentified earlier because he looked too similar to a certain musician, had to shrink back on the small sofa and wait for the notice that he could leave.The music producer also seemed to be a social fear, not good at speaking and with a half-covered face, Poe passing by was pulled over by the staff who did not check in haste.

An Lele immediately turned around and huddled in the corner of the sofa, looking at her clenched fist.It was as if the pendulum stopped for a few seconds, and she suddenly remembered that she had missed the editor for several days.Although it was not her intention, and she is not responsible, but if the skylight is opened again, editor Xiqiao will probably sit on the window sill and look up at the sky.

So An Lele took out the pen and notebook that she carried with her and typed up the draft first. The entire song of Enid's song has been written, but how to publish it depends on the meaning of the newspaper.An Lele also had no inspiration to write "The Fourth Branch of the Household Registration Division" in the form of a unit drama, because after seeing the real hell, I couldn't continue writing when I looked back at what I wrote.

"So why don't you write "Global Influenza"?" An Lele said to herself, anyway, the update frequency of "Household Registration Section" was not stable.The readers of "Household Registration Section" were pigeonholed again, maybe she didn't know that Ghost Lantern was also chasing articles.

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The bustling metropolis is full of traffic, so that the light of the galaxy on the ground covers the Milky Way in the sky.At the airport, planes were rising and falling, their white wings flying across the dark sky.

No one knows what will happen tomorrow, so everyone chooses to live in the present, even in the middle of the night, there are still people busy.

"It's just a small fever. It's fine. I'll be discharged soon." Yoko Haruyama was an ordinary company employee and was hospitalized at the Tokyo Metropolitan General Hospital.Chunshan lives alone. A few days ago, she had a fever, and taking antipyretics didn't help. She called an ambulance before she fell into a coma.

Now she and the colleagues she can talk to call to report that she is safe, and ask for leave from the company by the way.

Chun Shan was wearing a mask and sitting on the lawn outside the concrete building of the hospital, and seemed to be talking about some interesting topic, even if he only showed a pair of bright eyes, the curved eyebrows were still as beautiful as Wan Ying beside him.

This was the first time Baijiang Yanxing saw Chunshan Yoko. The world was not so sunny, and the spring breeze did not become warm.Just simple, the young doctor seeing his patient for the first time, like the prosaic opening of every daily life.

They don't even know that each other is their own doctor and their own patients.

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An Lele just wrote the beginning and got off on Calvin, maybe it was too plain, and she had no intention of writing it down.An Lele intends to write about the daily life in the hospital for the first half of this book on the global flu, looking at the hospital, a small world in the global flu, from the perspective of Chun Shan.

"I think it will be very boring to write." An Lele thought without hope, and randomly wrote Chunshan's character setting on the paper.He sketched a few more strokes to draw a vague outline of the figure.

Poe and his little raccoon Carl took a peek at An Lele, and An Lele, who was poked by the eyes, turned her head to the left at a very slow speed. She thought that this speed should be able to remind the other party that she had to look over, so don't look at her up.Also, where are you, Enid, and how did you leave her behind?

An Lele thought about what was there, and by the way, she was glad that the other party was not a talkative person.It's such a pain in the ass to force myself into "conversation business".However, An Lele still met Poe's eyes.

"...Hello?" They all met their eyes and didn't say hello, it didn't seem right, An Lele raised his hand and immediately put it down.

Poe made a risk assessment for An Lele in his heart, and she happened to pass, so Po pursed his lips nervously and replied hello.

He added: "I don't think there is any logic there." When An Lele turned the page, he accidentally saw it, and then lines of words accidentally entered his mind.

Eh? ……Eh!

"What's wrong!" An Lele, who was thinking abnormally, turned to Shangpo and wanted to say that her writing was illogical. When it came to writing, An Lele was not afraid, and she decided to defend her dignity.

"You pointed out to me where it is illogical."

Poe actually pointed to several places in the manuscript in her notebook.

"No, I think this is okay. Chunshan is a coward with a cheerful face. So she will not take the initiative to greet the doctor."

"However, here she has her eyes closed and wears a mask, so the doctor can't recognize her."

"A literary exaggeration!"

An Lele and Poe debated whether the plot in the article was reasonable or not, and the topic shifted to detective novels unknowingly.

"Detective novels tend to be more scientific." Poe hugged Carl and said.

"Hey——criminal investigation, I really want to write it, but it's really difficult." An Lele saw him hugging Furry, and also missed her Grand Palace Officer.

"I know there is a detective technique called profiling." All "knowledge" consists of two to three hundred episodes of American dramas. An Lele likes to watch science-related British and American dramas. "From the results, derive a range, and then filter out murderer."

"Do you want to introduce this into your novel?" Poe, a novelist who has written many murder cases, lowered his head and muttered.

When Enid finished handling things, she saw two little animals nestled on the sofa far away, talking and discussing novels vigorously.

"Yaoyao, if you open the skylight again, West Bridge will really jump from the window." Enid rubbed her head after listening for a while and said helplessly.Enid's calm eyes swept across Poe, causing the little animal to roll off the sofa with a loud noise.

Shocked subconsciously again, Yao Yao grabbed the hem of Enid's windbreaker, leaned over to look at Po, "Are... are you okay?"

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[I watched as she neatly stacked her materials on the table and began to tell her story.

"I know all my darkness and despicableness, and I also know the paranoia and hysteria under my gentle surface. I know that I am not perfect, and all human beings are not perfect, so we will pursue perfection." Came here in a wheelchair The woman who asked for help confessed with an overly bland expression rather than confusion.

—Confessions of a perfectionist]

Most people think that "Confessions" is actually a semi-autobiographical novel by Chun and Jingming, which tells the painful life of a woman who pursues perfection too much.But Chun and Jingming only published half of it, and before the remaining half could be completed, Chun and Jingming died in her orange garden villa in Sicily.

Tsunayoshi Sawada turned his back again, sat at the table and wrote a letter to his past self. He said to reborn: "I don't know what kind of capacity I am asking him for-but if he doesn't go, I'll spoil Enid's ending to him." He turned his head and showed a gentle and sunny smile.

Reborn pressed the brim of his hat silently, thinking that this was no less than a 14-ton blow to the 50-year-old Tsunayoshi.

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The author has something to say:

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Speaking of Confessions, I immediately thought of a letter from a strange woman in Zweig. The inspiration for Confessions also came from this, but I haven’t written it yet (then the inspiration is exhausted immediately_(:зゝ∠)_I It was so painful, so I read the letter from the strange woman again, ah, Mr. Zweig wrote so well).

Because how do you say that woman emmm, her feelings are too hot and crazy, reading it feels like being burned to the heart, and there is also a deep sense of sadness.The only thing the confession has in common with that woman (what I want to write) is probably the strong emotion and the sadness interspersed with it (I don’t know if I can write it).

There is also the global flu, which was inspired by watching movies and infectious diseases during the stay-at-home period. There is no heroism, and the story line is very ordinary, but it is precisely in the ordinary development that the confrontation between humans and viruses is particularly real.It's a good movie, and the friends who visit station B should have seen it (as expected of bili mining)

感谢在2020-03-0723:35:08~2020-03-0918:57:48期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Qianbaidu 26 bottles; Yingluo Yuhai 5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!