When I was about to get off work, my wife was playing with her child in the community. The child fell down on the scooter and fell on the curb. His nose and mouth were all broken, and his mouth was full of blood.
When I got home, the child's mouth was swollen, his nose was swollen, and his eyes were swollen from crying. He looked like a different person.
I held the baby in my arms and coaxed her for a long time, feeling very worried.
Working during the day and writing manuscripts at night, the family of three lived under the same roof but spent less time together and more apart, and basically didn't care about them much.
My parents don't have time to take care of their children, and my wife quit her job and stays at home.
I used to work in the Political and Legal Affairs Committee, and I could write articles during working hours. Four or five updates were not a problem. In July, I was transferred to the Public Security Bureau. I couldn’t write articles in the office. I often had to take the work home with me because I was busy with work.
It was trembling.
I really don’t have much time. When I get home, I want to spend more time with my family. Basically, I finish dinner at around 7 o’clock, wash the dishes and so on, and it’s after 8 o’clock.
This is when people get off work normally, and when the Public Security Bureau gets off work on time, it is very rare.
I once picked up my chopsticks when I got home and was called back without eating a bite of my meal. I was so busy that I didn't get home until after nine o'clock. I didn't even get to work overtime.
I once accompanied the leaders of the city, and I acted as a temporary driver, waiting to see the leaders off. While they were drinking, I finished writing updates on my mobile phone in the next room.
There are many more.
In short, I lived the way I once hated, wasting my time and life on meaningless trivial things.
To be honest, I have been neglecting my duties, both in writing and in my family.
I don’t have much time to spend with my wife, and I don’t have much time to spend with my children.
What happened today is not accidental. Even if there is no today, there will be tomorrow.
Many times I wonder, is it worth it to be so busy all day long? Is the effort and gain really worth it?
In the past, I checked for typos in every chapter, revised and polished it, and responded to every book review and chapter review carefully.
Later, it gradually stopped being like this.
There will always be discordant voices in the comments, and most of them, so I don’t want to cause trouble for myself.
There are enough worries in life, and I don’t want to be tortured and bruised in this spiritual pure land.
After putting the child to sleep, I sat in front of the computer for a long time, but my mind was always confused and I couldn't calm down.
Don't know what to think.
I looked up and saw that it was half past ten. I probably couldn't write no matter how hard I forced myself.