Fleeing the wasteland and farming: don't panic, the family's metaphysics boss

Chapter 57 Leaving home at the age of 15, returning home at the age of 30

[About the inner monologue before the shelves]

I have to sigh: time is ruthless.

In these years, I obviously didn't feel the passage of time much, but in a blink of an eye, I was already facing the 30-year-old life milestone.

It's a pity that my life doesn't end at thirty.I have not yet grown-up thinking, but my age is the first to carry the banner of maturity.

I went to kindergarten, elementary school, and junior high school in the countryside. When I was 15, I was admitted to a national key school, and finally went to the city to study.After that, I spent my high school, university, and seven years of career in the city, and I would only go home when I took a long vacation of more than three days—the tile-roofed house in the bamboo forest in the countryside.

The distance from my parents was probably widened since then;

I haven't eaten the cherries growing from the two cherry trees in front of my house for 15 years. I don't even know when they withered and rotted. Tall stout cherry trees, already truncated.

The passing time always makes people feel chaotic and vague, so that there is a kind of guilt of "white bastard", and the pitiful deposit in the bank card deepens this guilt, so that now I need to It took a lot of courage to vacate the [-]-square-meter single room that I had rented for seven years, call a certain Lala, and return to my hometown [-] kilometers away.

What prompted me to leave my job?And what prompted me to choose the path of Internet writer when I was about to turn 30 but had nothing to do?
At first, it was a stubborn heart that did not want to be ordinary.

My relationship with novels began in the fifth grade of elementary school, and I tried to write in notebooks in junior high school. The main reason why I changed from a top student to a scumbag in high school was reading novels in class. It can be said that almost all of my high school was spent reading novels , After I went to college, came into contact with the Internet, and had a computer, I finally started the road of writing.

It's a pity that I am a person with weak willpower. I have stumbled and stumbled for many years, picked up and put down countless times, and I was eliminated by the world of online literature after all.

While I couldn't take it, I couldn't let it go, like a stick in my throat, and with some opportunities, I finally resigned resolutely in September 2021 and resumed writing online.

At that time, my idea was very simple: I wanted to try it for a year while I was single and had no car or house.I didn’t ask for money this year, and I even knew it would be difficult to make money, but it’s okay to write happily for a year.After all, the older you get, the more difficult it is to pursue your dreams so easily.

At that time, I just didn't want my future self to regret it. I was prepared for zero income for a year, and I was prepared for the possibility that the data might still be bleak.

But the reality gave me a painful slap.

Since mid-March, both my parents have been admitted to the hospital due to illness, and at this time, I realized that the distance between myself and my parents is even farther than the Milky Way.

My father has suffered from type [-] respiratory failure for many years.Before that, I only knew that he was in poor health and had a cough, but I didn't know exactly why.

My father's illness has never attracted my attention, because every time I go home, I see him as normal, until that day I called 120 for the first time in my life, and I will suffer from lung cancer due to lack of oxygen and the concentration of carbon dioxide in the body is twice as high as normal. The father with encephalopathy was sent to the emergency room,
Looking at my father's mouth with only two front teeth and big teeth left, watching him open his mouth in a coma and struggling to breathe, and seeing the doctor's critical illness notice, I realized that the "good health" that my parents said for so many years was just words of comfort. .

Two weeks before my father was admitted, my mother was also admitted with kidney damage.The mother only has half of the kidney left, and the other half was diagnosed as shrinking and disappearing a year ago.But now the remaining half of the kidney has also been damaged.

As a daughter, it was the first time I felt how unfilial I was, but what made my heart hurt even more was that my parents had been hospitalized many times before, but I didn't know anything about it.

My mother was hospitalized after being poisoned by pesticides, but I didn't know anything about it;
My mother quarreled with Lao Lai and was threatened with a sickle on her neck, I knew nothing about it;
My mother suffers from coronary heart disease and takes medicine all the year round, I don't know anything about it;
Half of my mother's kidney shrank until it disappeared, and I didn't know anything about it;
Father's respiratory failure, I don't know anything;
My father hasn't slept on his back for many years, I don't know anything;
My father only has a big tooth and two front teeth, I don't know anything;
My father had three degrees of benign prostatic hyperplasia, but he couldn't lie flat for surgery because of type II respiratory failure. I didn't know anything about it;
I don't know, there's more, more;
When I was approaching thirty, I realized how incompetent I was for this daughter.

I never realized that my parents were so old.

In fact, I am not yet 30 years old, but when I am approaching, I have suffered such a cruel test from God.

In fact, I really envy those ordinary and ordinary families. They don’t need to be rich and powerful, as long as they are mediocre, even if they are poor, there is nothing terrible, as long as they are mediocre.

In fact, for so many years abroad, I have also experienced many difficulties, and I have never mentioned it to my parents:
On the day of college graduation, no money, nowhere to go, was taken in by strangers for a week,

I’ve met with salty pig hands seven or eight times (it’s not my fault, and I resisted bravely, once I even dismantled that person in front of the whole bus, and I still think I’m a genius when I think about it),

I was almost unspoken by the unscrupulous male leaders in other departments of the company, abandoned by my former best friend, and betrayed by my boyfriend. If I really wrote it, it would become a dog blood novel.

Life is just so ups and downs. Although I didn't see the ups and downs, it seemed that I was always struggling in the "ups and downs".

I plan to go back to my hometown. Although I have been away for more than half a year, I have actually been living in the city. In March and April, I have experienced too much, understood too much, and realized too much, so I plan to go home and stay with my parents.

My father is 66 this year, my mother is 58 this year, and I am 29 this year (I also have an older sister who is ten years older than me, with a monthly salary of [-] + single parenting; and a younger brother who is still studying~).

In the future, I want to be with my parents. I want to rely on my barely writing level to weave a story that someone can recognize. If I like it, I can pay for it so that I can support my family.

So, if you like my story, please support the original genuine version within your ability and subscribe for it, I will be grateful~
Finally, "Escape from Wilderness and Farming: Don't Panic, Family Metaphysics Master" will be released on April 4. After it is released, I will try my best to keep daily 26D updates and look forward to unlocking more plots with you in the future.

Looking forward to your first order, first order, first order, and subsequent order~
[Forgive me for nagging so much here, I am a person who is not good at expressing, I have never mentioned these words, whether it is family or friends, the reason why I can speak freely here, I think, is probably because you don’t know me . 】

Try to rush forward.GIF
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