Endless Debt

Hello everyone, this is Andlao.

Specific moments often leave a special imprint in our hearts, so that the memory becomes particularly clear even years later. As a writer who writes code all the time, I have naturally had such an experience. .

I have been coding for several years, and several years have passed. The time that impressed me the most was when I was writing Embers. At midnight, I was in the countryside, typing characters on my mobile phone, saying something eloquent, and standing by the kang. , wielding a shovel, shoveling and banging, shoveling combustible objects such as corn sticks into the kang to light a fire to keep warm.

Although I doubted my life because of the cold, I still remember that time because of the cold.

Now my life is gradually improving due to code words. Instead of going back to the countryside, I stay in the city. I pay 2,000 yuan for heating, turn on the electric blanket and heater, and have a 1250w computer. The electricity bill jumps from 40 to 40 yuan a day. What is burning here is all the royalties you provided me.

Gratitude, grateful heart, thank you for having you...

Hi, it’s the beginning of the year and the end of the year again. I sincerely thank you all for your support for my subscription, and also thank you for your tolerance, which allows me to make a living by writing and have a place.

I haven't done much writing during the past few days. Due to the chaotic daily routine, I have been in a state of waking up and sleeping.

Recently before going to bed, I started listening to the radio, telling stories about ghosts blowing out lanterns. Speaking of which, I can also talk to you about my early childhood. My memory is relatively poor. If I mentioned it before, let’s treat it as the new version 2.0. .

I first came into contact with the story of ghosts blowing out lanterns when I was in elementary school. At that time, it must have been the early 2000s. My father opened a car repair shop, and the corner was filled with broken radios collected from taxis.

At that time, all conditions were scarce, so one of my childhood hobbies was to disassemble these radios, just like a relatively complicated assembly toy. If you can screw it, use screws, and if you can't, use a hammer to dismantle it.

Because of my too rough disassembly and assembly style, I didn't get scolded by my father that much. Maybe he was busy at the time and didn't have time to take care of me. It was good for me to have something to worry about. One time, I was dismantling hard and accidentally hit a water pipe. A large waterfall technique was detonated directly indoors.

There's something to say, it's pretty cool.

Whatever the outcome of Water Escape, let's just let it be lost in our memories for now. Anyway, after that, my father taught me some skills. When he was doing maintenance work, I was like an apprentice, helping him.

Of course I'm not some genius in a novel. It's not like I learned some crafts and became an innate car repair body at a young age. I just know how to connect wires and connect the poles of a battery to make this thing move.

Relying on this simple knowledge and my ignorance of various dangers in the world when I was young, I carried a green-skinned craftsman spirit and tried to make anything that seemed to move move. Now I recall that those simple things were It was like the basic knowledge learned in the first period of junior high school physics, but it did bring me some minimal sense of accomplishment at that time.

When I was endlessly dismantling things, there would be a repaired radio on the workbench. At that time, the story of the ghost blowing out the lantern was playing. Because it was the first "ghost story" I was exposed to when I was young, I clearly understood I remember that it was about the ancient city of Jingjue.

A few months later, or maybe a few years later, I was still a primary school student at the time, and my family only allowed me to watch TV until 8 o'clock. After that, it became difficult to pass the time, so I got a radio at home. I didn't understand at the time. To adjust the channel or something, I just know that as long as these buttons are pressed randomly, some hosted programs will be refreshed.

r card is a program on health care products for the elderly, sr is some radio broadcasts for young children, and ssr is audio books such as Ghost Blowing the Lamp.

My roommate said that he couldn't sleep after listening to this, and the more he listened to it, the more energetic he became. I said this is what I like, and it helps me sleep well. In fact, it is indeed a good sleep aid. On the first day, I listened to Brother Mouse, and when I continued listening to it the next day, suddenly the main character went to serve as a soldier. I fell asleep in the middle of the story and couldn't connect it at all.

That's good, at least it means I'm asleep.

My energy level has been a bit low these past few days. Sometimes I remember to take sleeping pills to adjust, but sometimes I forget. I don't sleep well enough, and I still can't fall asleep when I wake up. I feel unenergetic all day long.

I originally planned to start updating on January 1st, but as of now, I have only written less than 7,000 words in the saved manuscript, so I plan to take one more day off, five days together, just like the previous break at the end of the volume, and resume updating on January 2nd.

The first day of 2024 is a good start. I hope it is a rest day, not a working day. I also hope that everyone is also a rest day. I hope that even if it is not a rest day, it will become a rest day in the future.

In addition to adjusting my chaotic schedule these days, I also took the cat to see a doctor. It’s not a serious illness. The cat has oral ulcers. My roommate planned to spray some watermelon cream on it. The medicine is used by humans. It’s powerful. But the cat resisted fiercely, so I searched on Baidu online to find out why the cat was suspected of having oral ulcers.

Then my cat, who had just chewed up the monitor in one bite a few days ago, immediately turned into a dying sick cat in my eyes.

After taking him to the hospital, the doctor said that if he came two days late, the oral ulcer would be cured. You guys came really in time.

Anyway, that’s all the nonsense I can think of lately.

I wish everyone a good start in 2024, and I also wish my sleep in 2024 a good start. Thank you readers for your support over the past year or several years. Thank you all so much.