The second day of family isolation

Previously: the first day of home isolation

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A family can't go out together, just like returning to the first Spring Festival in COVID-19.

Sometimes you will smile at the operation of life, and it always comes as scheduled in unexpected ways.

The family stuck together for 24 hours, and even the gap between the two sisters going downstairs to play was erased. Grandpa, Chai Cao and I easily played the highest level of daily treatment, and every housework was done with affection and righteousness.

Sisters don't need to compare with other days. They put their emotions and energy into a life they never realized every day. Laugh wildly, make trouble at will, roll around at home, and live in every corner.

If I hadn't followed them, I might never have cared about many places in this small house.

There is a mini terrace outside the balcony. When decorating, I remember seriously considering buying a set of outdoor tables and chairs, where I can have a leisurely cup of tea and bask in the sun. As always, Eighteen Sao decisively denied my fantasy with incisive predictions. "Don't worry, you won't sit there." Sure enough, in the future, it will become a special space and plant laboratory for drying clothes with firewood. I have no second reason to approach it except throwing my swimming trunks and caps.

Fortunately, the wise SHEN WOO, like eighteen prostitutes, could not have predicted the appearance of the epidemic black swan, let alone that we would be isolated by the whole family. This small terrace, which was still hidden from my sight two months after the epidemic struck in 2020, finally met me like the fate of Mongolian soldiers meeting Tibetan Buddha statues on the plateau.

From the moment I sat in with a recliner, it became an open-air palace tent, with dry and withered plants hanging on my clothes and surrounded by my guards and handmaiden.

Soak yourself in the sunshine and squint at the sky affectionately. In the irregular sky divided by the roofs of many buildings, the cloud array moves slowly, disappears in the huge darkness of the building for a while, and walks out calmly at the other end for a while. Sparse birds fly by from time to time, stop on the eaves of the building, or fly in circles.

Looking down at the book, looking up at the clouds, my body spread out and my consciousness floated. My sisters flew over from time to time, screaming and flapping on me, making baby, flying away.

I don't know for the time being, what better days can there be.