My Wife is the Infinite Game Boss

| Travel Diary (1) |

As an online aesthetics teacher, Tan Gui owns many beautiful notebooks. Don't be fooled. This notebook refers to notebooks, both soft and hard-covered. Some are large or small, some are thick or thin, and the covers are very cute. He even has a special cabinet filled with such collected notebooks.

Because of his busy work, Tan Gui cannot draw like before. Although he can draw very fast, painting requires inspiration, so in the busy life of the past few years, Tan Gui has fallen into the trap of three-dimensional books.

Every year on their anniversary, in addition to expensive gifts, Tan Gui would prepare a thick pop-up book for Mo Shen. The book contained their daily moments, the movies they went to watch together, and the sunsets they casually photographed.

However, fourteen years later, whether it is a notebook or a three-dimensional book, only the first floor of the bookcase has been used up. They bought a large bookcase with six floors.

This time they went out for a long time to play, and they talked about the handbook, photography, and painting, so Mo Chen chose to keep a diary.

Both of them are still young. After their bodies have been increased by the system, Tan Gui's lifespan will be much longer than that of ordinary humans before.

But the time two people spend together seems to be very long, but when you think about it, it is very short. Especially the days when there are only two of them are even shorter in their lives. Photos will fade and memories will also fade.

They always have to leave something behind, be it words or pictures. Many, many years later, both of them are too old to walk around and can only sit in their own land and wait for death. When they are so bored, they will You can look at these beautiful memories made with your own hands when you were young.

The first floor is all for journals. Mo Shen opened his mouth and occupied the second floor of Tangui's bookcase. "These books are so small. It's a waste to use them for journals. You leave them for me to write diaries. I want this floor." Use it to write in a diary, write every day, and this level will soon be used up."

Tan Gui agreed, "Okay, use whichever one you like."

These things are originally joint property of husband and wife, so there is no need to distinguish between you and me. As long as Mo Shen didn't scribble on his completed paintings or ruin his work, the things Tan Gui could use were free for Mo Shen to use.

He usually handles the properties in his own name, and those account books are never avoided by Mo Shen. Not to mention Mo Chen, as Mr. Mo's personal secretary, Tan Gui had to handle countless tasks for him.

Before deciding to write a diary, Mo Chen washed his hands according to the standard hand washing method, carefully wiped the remaining moisture on his fingers with a paper towel, and then took the scented hand to look through the diary. No, it is his notebook now. .

He solemnly opened the case, the metal lock made a snapping sound, and he wrote the time and name on the title page.

Mo Shen's travel diary

It's 79 years in the new calendar of the spiritual world. It's a sunny day. The weather is fine.

The peace talks have been decided and it will take a long time to travel

Looking at the photos he took at home, the paintings he painted, and the accounts he made for me, I felt that I had left too few traces in this home.

I obviously have a lot of love for this man, but there are too few traces left behind, which makes it seem that he loves me dozens of times more than I love him.