It is rumored that the hot spots on the Internet only have seven days of life at most, and after seven days, they will either die or become immortals.

I'm afraid I'm the former. National Day tired tired liver for seven days, begging grandpa to kneel and kowtow to sell a lot of tickets back crying, here of course, first of all, I have to thank all kind readers grandparents for their compassion for the children of poor people's life is not easy, reach out to me to reward me with a bite of food, give me a little face, but!

But you guys come and go faster, and it makes me a little sentimental. I know that after the National Day, my update volume has indeed come down, with an average of 10,000 words a day, which is indeed incomparable with 20,000 words a day on the National Day.

And it stands to reason that I should write more, at least 12,000 a day, which can be regarded as fulfilling my promise to everyone.

But it's not that I don't want to write, it's more than 2,000 words a day, what's so difficult? But why don't I write it?

It's amazing to say that there is a gentleman who guided me, saying that I have no knowledge, no culture, no pattern, and I can't afford to carry 12,000 a day, 10,000 words is the limit, and 2,000 more will be easy to collapse.

I looked at that gentleman's temperament and thought that he might not be fooling me, and I did take a closer look at what I had written in the last few days, how to say it...... What a!

So it's probably a bit of a stretch for everyone to leave me suddenly. But then again, no matter how bad it is, it's not a reason not to write.

I know that everyone spends money to buy tickets, feed me a mouthful of food, and pay real money, I didn't play a good show, that's my sin, and I can't compensate you here.

But writing is not like acting after all, it is not something that can be said to be good with a correct attitude, sufficient preparation, and good kung fu.

One, from the beginning to the end, is like snow on a high mountain, gathering into a river and rushing into the sea. At that beginning, the inspiration was unstoppable when it poured down from the mountain, but it was only the first step from the sea.

If the river wants to enter the sea, it has to fill every small pit in its path, and if the small pit is not filled, there is no way to continue to flow.

That's pretty much the way you think about writing. Some things that come to mind may be cluttered, shallow, or boring, but if you don't go through it, you won't be able to get out of the next step.

I don't want every chapter to be exciting, but I can't do it. Because of the pit in my head...... Seems like a lot.

But I also know that when some of the pits are filled, there will be a smooth road ahead. Perhaps, there will be other tributaries coming in, and when the water becomes stronger, the speed of filling the pit will become faster and faster.

I know that it is irresponsible to ask readers to be patient. You pay for my friends, and you have no obligation to be patient for me.

But as a person who writes books, I must maintain enough patience and even perseverance for the objective laws of creation.

Because there are some craters, and they are as big as the Pacific Ocean. I need to tell myself for a long time that after this hurdle, there will be no drama in the future.

Only in this way can a book be finally written. Only in this way will the unstoppable flow of water that originally poured down from the mountains not be let down and wasted.

I believe that all of you who have accompanied me to this day, although your interest in this book is gradually waning, deep down, you must still want to see the moment when the river enters the sea.

I need your help. Every monthly pass, every recommended ticket, although not a stream of water, can also be a stone.

Throwing a few more pieces into it is an extra boost. Ask for recommendations, ask for monthly passes, let's work together to reach the finish line as soon as possible.

Balloon thanks.