This Spring Festival can't go out because of the pneumonia epidemic, and I feel very bad every day.

I can only read novels, write novels, and brush Tik Tok every day to find some emotion and excitement, and the key is to kill time.

Therefore, I go to bed very late every day and wake up late in the morning.

I woke up at ten o'clock this morning, and suddenly received a notice from the editor that my "Nine Dragons Stone Egg" was about to be put on the shelves.

Happiness came too suddenly!

I was stunned for three minutes, maybe I had been in another world for three thousand years, and finally woke up: my career in fighting the streets is finally coming to an end!

In addition to being excited, I took out a jar of wine that I had treasured for more than ten years, and drank half of the jar in one go.

It is simply a jade liquid, mellow and fragrant, with an endless aftertaste, and it is a good wine in the world!

It's so cool!

This wine is not a famous wine, not even a name, because it is a wine made by a friend of mine, or it can be said to be produced by a small workshop, and it was only burned three times from beginning to end, and all of them were given to relatives and friends, and even some officials to taste, and everyone praised them after tasting.

When my friend heard this, his confidence was greatly increased, but then because he couldn't get a certificate, he smashed the stove in a fit of rage, and changed his career from then on.

Because he had changed his career, I sealed it up and buried it deep in the ground for more than ten years.

If this is in another world, I am afraid that it may not be for hundreds of millions of years.

I started writing novels three years ago, and at the beginning, I was just as confident and proud as my friend, and I always felt that I could definitely become an instant hit.

However, the ideal is full, and the reality is cruel.

I wrote it for three years and invested in a lot of websites, but I saw that there were no clicks, let alone signing and putting it on the shelves.

After touching the wall countless times, I learned from the pain and found that maybe I really overestimated myself.

Lessons learned, experience summed up, and the most important thing is firm belief.

Since I can type on the computer, I applied for a QQ number, and now it has been with me for 20 years, which has had a significant impact on my work and life, so I have formed an indissoluble bond with QQ.

One day last year, I suddenly found QQ reading, and immediately I felt that a wanderer had found a home, so I began to submit works and apply for review and storage.

Unexpectedly, after submitting it several times in a row, I couldn't even pass the review.

My faith has been hit like never before.

To be honest, on other websites, my works have always passed the first instance before they are reviewed and put into storage.

What does it mean? Is the starting point of QQ high, or your level is really too low.

But it also strengthened his confidence. Since I have recognized QQ reading, because QQ has been integrated into my life, I have made up my mind that I will never give up easily.

So, again and again, perseverance to revise, submit, revis, and submit......

Maybe it was my persistence that finally impressed the editor, and finally one time, the editor pointed out the specific reason for the failure, and the revision successfully passed the review and storage.

When the work was released to about 100,000 words, I received a notice of signing.

To be honest, this should be a time for all writers to be excited about, and while I'm happy, I'm not particularly excited. Because, even if I don't sign a contract, my plan is to follow my own work outline and complete this work meticulously.

Of course, signing a contract is an editor's affirmation of his work, and it still gives me a lot of motivation.

When I received the notice of listing, I was not calm, because my work was about to move from the back of the stage to the front of the stage, facing the majority of readers, and accepting the review of the public and society.

Just like a new actor stepping on stage for the first time, he will involuntarily be timid, afraid of failure, afraid of being cold, shy, and afraid of ...... I'm afraid that I can't say it!

How many people will be there to cheer on? I don't know, but I'm looking forward to it.

At this point, I suddenly picked up the phone and called my friend, inviting him to come and drink with me the wine he had brewed back then, and I guess he wouldn't believe it if he was killed, but he made it himself.

I have secretly thought of the lines: good wine lies in the cellar, in the precipitation of time, and more importantly, in the people who collect and taste it......

A work is like a jar of wine, would you like to collect it?

Would you like to taste it with me?

If you want, please raise your golden finger and collect, review, recommend, and reward......

Oh...... Shy!