The book is finally finished, exactly 120 days after last night.

I don't know what to say? I didn't write a testimonial when I put it on the shelf, also because I didn't know what to say?

I've had a dream of writing since I was a child, and I've been reading a lot over the years, but I just think about it and never realized it.

Because my writing is too poor, my culture is limited, I am not good at expression, and my brain is not good enough to make me forget things, so I am afraid that I will be despised, ridiculed, and scolded for writing books.

Just thinking about it, I never wrote it, and I wrote this book because of a person, and that person was my father, and it can also be said that there was a brain fever for a while.

When I first wrote, I didn't know anything, I didn't know what it was, what was a short station, I didn't know how to sign a contract, I didn't know what was a positive V, I didn't know what an inverted V was.

I couldn't find anyone to ask, so I went to the circle to post because I didn't understand the circle rules, and it was deleted by the administrator immediately after I posted it.

I've cried, I've laughed, I've been moved, I've been sad.

Every time I feel like giving up, as soon as someone says, "Come on!" I will rewrite like a chicken.

Even though I wrote nothing and the readers were dismal, I still didn't want to disappoint anyone.

Even if it is not well written, even if it is a stand-alone machine, I want to finish it and give an explanation to myself and a very small number of readers.

I cried when I first saw the blocking chapter.

More than 20,000 words came to the signing station, and because I didn't understand, I didn't understand it until 320,000 words before signing the contract.

After signing the contract, the first subscription was dismal, nine subscriptions, one was me, two pirated, and the remaining few were authors in the circle.

Later I learned that there was a big two trumpets quietly supporting me.

I cried.

Go to the street circle to post a dismal post, and several kind-hearted ones will give me a subscription and reward support!

I am very grateful!

There were more than a dozen fans all of a sudden, but it was shelved again and never rose again.

One day I somehow got noticed by a guy who often gave me tips and mentioned the title of my book in his book.

Since that day, I have grown more than 20 fans at once, and I am stained with him.

I don't know who he is, I don't know his name, I only know his book title and nickname, Night and Swallow City Silver Pill 2.

He used to give me tips, and he asked an author to comfort me greatly, (and now she is also a very good friend of mine, and her book was sealed, and I was distressed for days) and I cried again that day.

When I first saw the blocked chapter, I cried, this time it was not moved, it was sad, even though I didn't write well, it was also written by me with great pain.

This book has made me know a lot of kind-hearted people, and I am very grateful to everyone for the tips and tickets, so I won't name them one by one, I can't remember the names.

The reason why I say this book is related to my father is because he was sick and I wrote this book.

In the eleventh lunar month last year, my father had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and stayed in the hospital for more than 20 days, but I didn't expect it to be so serious at that time.

Later, I found out that it was very serious, he couldn't move at all, he was paralyzed in bed, and he couldn't even turn over.

It was difficult to take medicine and drink water, so my brother and sister-in-law, my sister, and my uncle kept watch day and night.

Later, the doctor said, "That's it, it's almost the New Year, you can take him back and serve him well!" Give him whatever you want to eat, and serve him for a few more years.

My brother and I were just...

Later, we took him back, and he was confused, and he was in pain, humming and snorting every day, and we took turns watching him and massaging him.

I had to get up many times a night, and I had to eat and drink and Lazar in bed.

My brother found him an old Chinese medicine doctor, and the old Chinese medicine doctor looked at him and said, "I will prescribe a few pairs of medicines for him, and he may be able to stand up after taking it with unbearable pain." ”

That's how he really hurt after taking the medicine, and we were busy.

Massage him all the time, wash his feet five or six times a day, and he says it's better to wash it.

I can't touch him alone, and my sister is too busy to take care of her. He doesn't even sit down for two minutes, and as soon as you sit down, he'll hum.

Because he had been lying still for a long time, he was constipated, and he had to use the cork to pull it out every time.

Sometimes there was no cork, and my brother and I had to put on gloves and clasp them with our hands.

That's disgusting, right? Yes, I feel disgusting too, and we can't eat every time we clean him up.

But so what? He was my father, the first man I saw when I opened my eyes, the man who raised me, loved me, loved me.

He took care of me when I was a child, and I took care of him when I was old.

He also has a problem, every time he finishes eating, he either pulls or pees.

My brother and I both broke down.

He said, "Give me a rope and hang me."

I remember crying that day.

In this way, time passed day by day, and the days became warmer and warmer after the New Year.

We decided to help him with his rehabilitation.

At the beginning, he couldn't stand still, didn't support the stall at all, let alone left.

My brother and my sister-in-law were holding him, and I was pulling his legs in front of me.

Finally one day he will take a step forward, although he always steps on his feet, at least he takes the first step.

After a while, he didn't need two people to help him, as long as one person supported him, he could slowly walk outside the yard.

After a while, he could let go of his hand and walk four or five steps.

I cried.

Finally one day when he got out of bed, he could let go of his hand and walk fifty meters, but someone had to follow him at all times, for fear that he would fall.

Now he still can't live without people, but fortunately he can slowly get up from his wheelchair, although he still walks fifty meters, he is much stronger than before.

My brother said that's it.

He trains twice a day for at least three hours each time.

He was very tired after training, and when he fell asleep, I was bored, and I fantasized about how good it would be if I had great Chinese medicine skills and could do acupuncture as written.

If that is the case, I will be the first to heal my father, restore him to health, and let him live a long life.

But fantasy is always fantasy, and I can't restore my father to the beginning, nor can I realize the magic of fantasy.

Just because I can't fantasize doesn't mean I can't fantasize! That's why I thought about writing a book.

I searched the internet and sure enough, I found a mobile phone writing app, so I downloaded the writing assistant and started my first book.

I didn't know what an outline was, I was completely blind, and that's how I finished it.

There is a paragraph in the book that says that the old man Qin suddenly had cerebral congestion, and it was the heroine who cured the old man Qin with acupuncture and pills.

In fact, that was my fantasy, and Old Man Qin's illness was the prototype of my father.

It's a pity that I don't have the heroine's magical medical skills, and I can only fantasize.

Although my grades were dismal, I learned a lot and I learned to be tolerant.

I don't want to make anyone sympathetic when I write my story, I just want everyone to be more understanding and tolerant.

It's not easy to do that line of work, I used to like to pick thorns when I read books, and since I wrote books, I know that every author is not easy.

There are also authors who will be scolded for no reason.

I also have to be frightened, for fear that the book will be sealed and my hard work and energy will be wasted.

Maybe I'll write books too, because I also like to write books, but after a while, I'll be too busy, and second, I want to organize my thoughts and learn more to try to write good works.

If someone likes it, or doesn't hate it, I'll give it a look.

Although they all met in Pingshui, I didn't want to forget about each other.

Thank you again for your support and love, the rivers and lakes are far away, and our hearts are very close.

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