Unlucky black cat

Have you ever thought about the meaning of your existence?

I think everyone has probably thought about several similar questions at one time or another.

What is the result of your thinking?

Maybe we can proofread the answers.

Some people around me have come up with many answers:

For example, life is meaningless.

For example, people should live in the present.

For example, the value of life depends entirely on self-realization.

For example, emotional sustenance is more important than all wealth.

And the direction in which all these answers finally converge.

They all seem to completely accept themselves, the way they have always lived, and acknowledge their own value.

To put it more simply, it should be to reconcile with life.

Peacefully accept your imperfect self and your imperfect circumstances.

In this way, meaning, something that is only born from a subjective perspective, will naturally not be difficult to achieve.

You can accept these four words yourself.

It's easy to say, but not so easy to do.

Throughout history, whether it is a collective group or a single individual.

If you want to achieve long-term and healthy development, reflecting on yourself is an essential process.

Then it would be better not to develop, since thinking will bring pain.

This is Jiang Sheng's lazy thought.

It wants to become a cat, it seems, just to live without any worries like it is now.

In its view, life itself is a miracle that is difficult to replicate, and as long as it is alive, it is meaningful.

It's a pity that the way people live is so tiring.

Therefore, it wants to change its way of living.

But He Wen, who was only a window away from it, obviously didn't think so.

He always wonders whether the words he is struggling with really make sense.

Are these sources of pain really meaningful?

If he just spends the rest of his life in this way, is his life really meaningful?

…

Outside the window, Jiang Sheng squatted on the windowsill and stared idle.

It was not worried about being unable to enter the house.

Anyway, the wall in the physical sense cannot stop its resentment at all, and the young man's computer is very close to the window.

Therefore, even if it stands outside the window, it can continue to absorb the misfortune on it.

The only thing we need to worry about is that young people stay away from computers for long periods of time.

But it doesn't matter, Jiang Sheng can open the window and enter the house by himself if it doesn't work.

Anyway, the window door is unlocked, and with its strength similar to that of a serval cat, it can't even push a window open.

But now, considering that the young man obviously doesn't want to see himself again.

Jiang Sheng decided to let him stay alone for a while first.

If you can avoid disturbing him, then don't disturb him.

One week.

It only takes a week or so.

By then, I will leave voluntarily.

Jiang Sheng has never been a gregarious person, and he has never wanted to enter anyone's life. It just likes to wander on the edge of the crowd as always.

Come when you want to come, leave when you want to go. Like most wild cats, they do as they please, without persistence or pursuit.

…

Although, but, but...

However, but, but...

These words have been used before, what other words can be used to take over.

No, no, why can't I use it a second time after using it?

Because the same words shouldn't appear repeatedly in the same chapter, right?

Does it count as repetition? Do you know that nothing can happen more than three times?

Three, then I have used many words more than three times before, right? For example, some, they, here, there, etc.

Then you go check it out. It's best to change them all.

You're crazy. How many changes do you have to make? Yes, I shouldn't worry about this. How can I write a book if I worry about this?

But why should someone write a book if he can't even use the right words?

In the room, He Wen sat blankly at the computer desk, with countless quarreling soliloquies in his mind.

At this time, he began to write his own novel again.

And every time this happens, he will fall into inescapable self-doubt.

Expressing it simply and clearly seems to be extremely difficult for him in this situation.

He wanted to write his novel, there was no doubt about it.

But that's why.

Sometimes, even before writing, He Wen needs to be mentally prepared.

Not to mention the difficulty in finishing the manuscript.

This is wrong, it is completely wrong.

He Wen actually understood this, but his mind seemed to have become accustomed to this way of thinking.

It has even become a solidification step.

You have to think about every word, and the next second you turn around, you will overturn the decision of the previous second.

He might be able to put all these thoughts behind him for the time being. But when they pile up into mountains and collapse suddenly.

He Wen would completely deny everything he had written before.

He will feel that his article is nonsense, and in the end, he will be unable to add anything to it.

It was a place of despair, as if all the emotions had been exhausted.

No matter what, just keep writing. At least finish today's content first. Please, don't argue anymore.

He Wen muttered, suppressing bursts of irritability.

At the same time, he hit the center of his eyebrows heavily with the heel of his palm, as if this would make all those noisy thoughts disperse.

Then he pressed his thumb against his ribs, hunched over in his seat, and took a deep breath.

It was as if this way he could suppress his anxious heart.

He Wen wanted to be calm.

I want to get back to the simple fantasy of the past.

He wants to find a safe haven where he can forget his troubles.

It was a beautiful dreamland that allowed him to lie down on the table and travel to all over the world.

However, the real world usually does not want to believe in fantasy.

…

Boom.

Probably during a deafening thunder.

He Wen didn't know how many times he raised his head from the desk.

He realized that it was going to rain again, as it always does in summer. Come as you say, don't wait.

I should, I don’t have any clothes to hang out in the sun.

He Wen thought.

He was too tired to take a shower yesterday, and naturally he never changed his clothes.

Suddenly, he remembered the black cat who didn't want to leave this morning.

That little guy should have left by now.

The young man, who was convinced that the black cat could not stay on the windowsill until now, dragged his tired body and opened the curtains.

But the next moment, he saw a familiar figure outside the window.

Jiang Sheng originally thought that he would spend the night in the wind and rain today.

But before it could fall asleep completely, the window door it was leaning on had been pulled open.

In the window, stood a young man with increasingly heavy bags under his eyes.

Don't you know where to find a place to hide from the rain?

The young man said dissatisfiedly, reaching out and pinching the back of Jiang Sheng's neck.

And Jiang Sheng didn't struggle.

He just let him lift him into the house.