A note for leave...
When I woke up, I felt like my soul was floating in the sky.
It’s so uncomfortable…I don’t even know why it’s so uncomfortable.
Isn't it just a small cold? It's worse than death if I have to deal with it.
I have been suffering to death every day for the past two days.
To be honest, at my age, I am no longer lazy and don’t want to code.
The true state seems to be that I can't bear to stop updating.
After all, there are old people at the top and young people at the bottom.
The whole family depends on this pole for food.
Taking a day off is too much of a loss. Therefore, I always thought that I could hold on as long as I could.
But now it seems that we can't hold on so hard.
If you are not in good condition, the effect of what you write will not be good...
and your body will never get a rest.
If this continues, we will fall into a vicious cycle with no end.
So no matter how reluctant I am, I still have to ask for leave, take good care of my health, and then write well.
(End of chapter)