Since the book was opened, I haven't said a word outside the official chapter, so I'm not used to it.

The main thing is not to dare to say.

I didn't dare to ask for tickets, I didn't dare to ask for investment, I didn't dare to go to the old book to advertise and pull people, and I didn't dare to ask for the chapter that they had told the squid in advance.

If you want to be faced, you are afraid of pitting people.

In fact, in recent years, I started with the completion of "Perfect Life", my life was quite smooth, I gave birth to a son, my family was harmonious, my husband and wife were loving, and my parents were in the hall, which was perfect. And my material needs are actually limited, I was born as a rural child and bought a house in a small county, which is very good, and I have no other demands.

So I concentrated on writing a book.

But what awaits me is a couple of suffocating sticks in quick succession.

"Yuan Hunting" I wrote with great difficulty.

Looking back on it myself, I think it's pretty good, the grades at the time were not too good, but it should be okay, the key is that I wrote very carefully.

However, with less than 200,000 words written, the pressure was too great for me to bear.

That feeling of careful consideration of words and sentences, under the update requirements of online novels, is simply painful to death.

So, the pigeon was gone.

At that time, I was very depressed, and the nonsense boss persuaded me, so I made a familiar one, so I wrote "I'm really not a fairy", scribbled, not much, almost a reason for the bad street, on the top of the aura on the recovery, the results are acceptable, although the update is lazy, the chapter is scattered, but less than a million words are ordered over 10,000, presumably there must be no river crab, to the end, the results dare not say too good, more than "Perfect Life" can still be expected.

It's just that when I wrote about the part that I was going to enter the fantasy, I felt a little out of control, so I paused for a while, thought slowly, and thought about it before writing, but I didn't wait for me to resume the update, and it was directly harmonized.

It's really embarrassing, and it makes me feel like I'm a pigeon again.

But it doesn't matter, the pigeon is the pigeon, it's just a little more infamy, just carry it hard.

Then he wrote "The Sword of the Piffer Fights the Sword and the Great River Goes East".

A book with great hope.

So far, I feel sorry for the editor-in-charge's great trust, and I am sorry for those readers who subscribed.

But by that time, it seemed that he had fallen into some kind of predicament, and the more he struggled, the more he struggled.

Sink deeper and deeper.

There are some things that cannot be unraveled.

The more I try to unravel it, the more I can't untie it.

There's a lot to be said about this in the little single chapter of Piff's last "Pause Button", so I won't repeat it here.

This is my third pigeon book in the last two years.

The third blow of the stick.

At that time, it was during the Chinese New Year, the epidemic had not started, I told my wife, I don't want to write a book, I will go out to find a job, I have been writing for so many years, maybe I am tired, or I may have been hollowed out, full of tiredness.

My wife asked me, if you don't think about how much money you make, what job do you want to find the most?

I thought about it for several days, but I still told her: code words.

She said that then you can just open a book, the subject matter is arbitrary, the writing style is arbitrary, don't think about grades, don't ask for tickets, don't ask for chapter push, don't read book reviews, don't care about anything, don't care about how much money you can make in the future, just go to work, sit in the study every day, turn on the computer, and start work. On Saturdays and Sundays, people are off, and you are also off.

I agreed.

So for this new book, I will watch it twice from Monday to Friday, with 5,06,000 words, and from Saturday and Sunday to 3,4000 words.

It was fine at first, but then I got tired.

In the past week, I have been so depressed that even my son is far away from me, and I won't let me hug me.

After writing a chapter this morning, my wife was walking around the park with her son, and I called her and said, "I don't want to write." When the epidemic passes, I'll try to go out and find a job!"

She said yes.

She said: Then I code words, you take the baby.

I said okay.

Putting down my phone, I opened the document, and supposedly I should find some reason to tactfully explain that I was going to be a eunuch. But I think that after writing a book, this kind of thing may be explained and forgiven once, but from the second time, it is meaningless to explain. What's more, this is my fourth time in two years?

That's it, I don't have the face to explain, I just can write a little bit of my mental journey in the last two years, and then sincerely apologize to everyone!

I apologized to the editor on WeChat just now, and now I apologize to all readers in a single chapter.

I'm sorry everyone!

I'm so exhausted that I can't write anymore!

The editor said that at least give an explanation of the ending, or make an outline or something, it is more or less an explanation.

In fact, it's easy to say, the stalk has been buried, the big bright top at the beginning, and when the store opened a store selling pills, there was a picture downloaded from the Internet on the store signboard, which instantly attracted the first customer, which was the place for the outline of the later text, but I thought about it and felt that the structure behind it was better not to say.

A eunuch book, it is not necessary to say the ideas, which occupies the first pit of later creators.

So, after apologizing, just stop.

Since the publication of "Perfect Life", it has been about five years, there have been joys and pains, been praised wildly, and cursed, in a word: I have caused trouble to everyone!

Writing this little single chapter today, the knife gives you a deep bow.

Wave your hand and go, and wish to forget about each other in the rivers and lakes from now on!

Good bye!