I'm waiting, waiting for people and things to happily talk about the phone...

Waiting for a while, it was already more than twenty minutes. She hadn't finished speaking yet, and I had to find her if I had something to do...

I'm very busy, but why do I still stand by and wait?

have no idea……

I didn’t write anything when I returned to Xide for half a year; even yesterday was Father’s Day and the day when there was an annular solar eclipse, I didn’t write anything...

But unexpectedly, I actually started writing something under this situation...

Inexplicably, a little ironic.

Huh, what is important?

The so-called importance or not may be just how your heart views it.

At this moment, I am a little emotional...

If this person talks about work content, then that's fine. But she is happily chatting with others. And I am just like air, stunned by the side.

Why should I wait? Actually, I can leave.

But, the emotionality made me reluctant to leave.

You can't wait for those twenty minutes in vain. I always have to get some information or rewards that are useful to me.

Well, in other words, I feel unwilling and have no brains.

In order to relieve this emotion, I can only write something to save me at this moment. After all, I haven’t written something for a long time, and it’s rare to have the desire to write something.

But, what do I want to write?

Things written with emotion cannot truly express my thoughts. Therefore, I cannot write what I wanted to write before, but I can only write about the current emotions or thoughts.

You see, what can hurt yourself is probably just your own mentality.

There is obviously no need to wait here, but I have to wait here because of the so-called unwillingness.

You said, is there something wrong?

Why use other people's behavior to torture your heart?

Because I can't get through.

But, is that really that important?

Obviously not, but I just can't get through.

Therefore, the person who is unwilling to let go of himself is the person who is truly cruel to himself.

At this moment, I am the cruel person to myself.

There are so many little mosquitoes. While tickling, waiting, and listening to her laughing from time to time, it's really not a good feeling...

But I'm still waiting...

Sure enough, I felt that I was almost finished writing an article, and she hadn't finished her happy phone call yet.

Fortunately, I redeem myself at this moment.

Because, I finished writing an article.

After writing something, I feel much more comfortable.

Huh, okay, then don't wait...

Just because I got the reward of waiting.

Don’t underestimate anything, maybe it will cause a “butterfly effect”.

Hehehe, nothing is in vain, even if I just wrote an extremely ordinary slutty article...
Chapter completed!