exchange
To be honest, I couldn't tell the difference between B and his wife. They were like twins, equally neutral, slender, and beautiful. In order not to make a mistake, I talk to them about children, and usually mothers know their children very well, especially in families with more than thirty children who look exactly the same. If the other person is keen on the topic of children, it must be B's wife, and if it is not interested, it must be B.
My wife doesn't speak K star language and just smiles when she hears me say that.
During that time, my wife and I were guests at K stars. Half a year ago, K Star colleague B, who had worked together on the space station, invited me to his wedding. After a series of applications, reviews, and approvals, we were allowed to go.
Half a year after the wedding, B and his wife have seventeen or eight children, and these alien children are matched with the marriage partner as soon as they are born, so B's family often has more than thirty and a half-year-old children.
A few days later, one of them took the kids out to play, and I thought it must be B who was left, so I talked to him about men's topics, such as I was tired of my wife.
He wondered why we didn't have children. I explained that we still need to go through a two-person world after we get married, and that those of you who have lived together since birth don't understand.
He mentioned the latest invention of their planet, a body exchanger. Out of curiosity, I promised to exchange with him. We exchanged bodies. I found out that this body was pregnant and had a dozen or more babies in my belly waiting to be born. I could barely stand up, let alone move around, and the strange tongue structure made me unable to make earth sounds. I said in K star language, enough, change back, I don't want to be pregnant.
B's wife shook her head, and she stepped forward to put her arms around my wife, walked over to my spaceship, and smiled and said goodbye to me.
plight
A writer who is in trouble writing, after experiencing countless sharp criticisms and questions about his new book, came to a maritime library to distract himself. It is a library built on a giant ship, and it is said that successive ship owners have dedicated themselves to collecting books on the places where the ships went.
The writer followed the visitors aboard the legendary library.
The library was as he had imagined, everything was in a slight shaking, except for the books, only the empty sea and the incessant sound of the waves. When all the other tourists had left, the writer stayed behind and began his isolated life of reading at sea.
The ship continued to move forward, and the sea raged wildly around the library, as if it were going to throw the ship to the end of the world. A long time passed, and he read tens of thousands of stories, but only drank a small cup of the book. In reading, he felt indescribably full and happy, so he asked to talk to the director of the library.
The librarian, who also served as a librarian, captain, cook, tour guide and first mate, had lived alone in solitude for many years, so after listening to the writer's suggestions, he gladly accepted, saying that he did not want to live with these old books any longer, but suffered from the lack of heirs.
From then on, writers no longer have to deal with mean critics, blank papers to be filled, and readers' expectations. He stayed on the boat and read his favorite books.
The librarian left the prison of books and set foot on an unknown land, facing the world and all sentient beings. As if driven by fate, he wrote one best-selling book after another with a good reputation. (Author Wang Xiaobai)