Yesterday, I read all chapters of the novel Cuckoo by my little cousin. I admitted I despised her a little before, because she only graduated from junior middle school and was a salesperson in a Nike franchised store.

She had no computer and wrote bit by bit using her mobile phone when she was available. I was really moved by her writing spirit. According to her words, she wrote herself and all people around her became characters in her novel. After finished reading it, I even found myself there and was a mean cousin of the heroine. When she was helped by some people, those people would become beautiful and kind-hearted characters. When she was treated badly by some people, those people would become ugly and mean characters. I felt it funny and a little like Q’s spirit. I was also ashamed that I wasn’t as diligent as her.

I spent nearly a whole day editing her novel and she promised that I would give up evil and return to good in her novel. I was on the tiptoe of expectation.