(I was particularly moved today, so I talked nonsense.) It's very long, you can watch it after voting for the monthly pass. ）

Once upon a time, writing fiction was so pure.

I remember that when I wrote about the Nuwa world more than ten years ago, it was just a simple love and liking. At that time, writing was so simple and happy, and in order to write an interesting paragraph for myself, I couldn't help but share it with readers.

If you are praised, you will be happy for a few days. If you are scolded, you will be depressed for several days.

Just like that, I walked through being praised and scolded along the way.

As I walked, I found that my skin had thickened and become numb. No matter how much praise or scolding, it can't stir up ripples in my heart.

As I walked, there were many more elements of gain and loss in my works. I will think about how to be more in line with the trend. How can it be popular in all channels? How is it suitable to be out of games and dramas?

Walking and walking, I forgot the original purpose of writing.

In this novel, Lao Ao gave up all ideas, and just wanted to simply return to his original intention, to write a happy book, and to share a happy story with readers.

Seriously, Lao Ao is mentally ready to hit the street. Because of this kind of urban strange combat novel, no one has dared to touch it for many years, almost to the point where whoever touches it hits the street.

But what Lao Ao didn't expect was that so many brothers and sisters would like the book "Banshee". They (they) silently and in their own ways support Lao Ao and "Banshee".

Lao Ao was very moved! But the draft after the explosion was also stretched.

So, Lao Ao decided to sacrifice himself!

Give up the daily routine of drinking at 5 o'clock in the evening for decades!!

Overtime tonight!!

Drink until 9 p.m. sharp......

Thank you, brothers and sisters~ (To be continued......)