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Upload the first chapter.,It's September 1st.,It's different from the great god sending a book.,I just happened to send a book on the 1st.。

In the past, I was a street writer who couldn't even write a dozen books.

This book, in fact, my favorite plot is the scene where Fang Yongkang cries on campus.

There are many reasons why you might like a book.

The subject matter is interested, good-looking, resonant, relaxed, refreshing, pretending, slapping the face......

And I like this book, maybe it's a dream, Master Shen points a person on the right track and to the top.

Isn't this the same as us, hoping that when we are confused, someone will show up and tell ourselves that the path is the right one.

I remember, when I first posted the book, a book friend voted for me with ten recommendation votes, wow, so happy!

Every book friend leaves a message, I will read it, and even reply to it.

I attach great importance to the comments and opinions of my book friends.

Until that time, I wrote a plot that put Master Shen in a predicament, and thousands of people scolded, while a little girl was silently practicing the piano with tears in her eyes and gritting her teeth.

She practiced the piano for Master Shen.

The last plot was sprayed by a book friend and I changed the text.

After the rewriting, I was very lost and couldn't find my way.

I even feel that it's over, and it may collapse!

I opened the book review again, and a book friend asked, "The author is big, can the girl who played the piano for Master Shen still come out?"

At that moment.

I was silent.

Tears fell silently.

I made a mistake and I shouldn't have corrected it.

It shouldn't have changed!

Since that time, I have lost all inspiration and have relied entirely on my writing skills and gritted my teeth to write.

I can't write the feeling at the beginning anymore, and there are no more girls who practice the piano with tears for Master Shen.

There was no longer Fang Yongkang who shed tears because he was moved.

Without.

Even though I tried hard, I couldn't get back that feeling, that initial emotion.

Later, the book was on Sanjiang and was strongly pushed, and my eyes finally changed from the plot of the novel to the results of the novel.

Before I put it on the shelves, I was thinking that if there were 2,000 orders, I would resign!

Resign and go home and be a teenager chasing dreams.

After it was put on the shelves, the results exceeded my expectations, and I actually stepped into the boutique directly.

Just before I was about to leave my job, I ran into another incident, and I was injured because my mind was full of novels, and I knocked my eyes when I went to work.

The most ridiculous thing is that at that time, we worked more than 300 hours a month, and there was no overtime pay, everything seemed to be taken for granted.

I was so angry that I had to go to work even if I was injured, and I wanted to put it all into a novel.

In the end, it caused the second revision, that is, it became a lazy cat, and the book must be God.

The third time I changed the text, that is, it should be the plot of the earthquake, to be honest, it was not that I died, but that it backfired.

I'm stuck with the fact that technology can't predict earthquakes, it's not who is hacked, it's just the limitations of science and technology.

I believe that this plot is watched with relish, and I myself have very high expectations.

The end result was that just before the outbreak, it was blocked.

Hold?

Definitely hold back.

I'm more suffocated than anyone else.

The climax that I finally accumulated, the popularity that I finally gathered, and finally found the state of writing.

In that instant, it all collapsed.

Yes, it collapsed again.

If the first collapse is inspiration, then the second collapse is the mentality, and the third collapse is the plot.

I don't know if you know what it means to cry without tears, yes, really want to cry without tears.

When I wrote this story, I had insomnia for several days on end, and my eyes remained swollen.

In the end, it bred the earthquake side story, on the WeChat public account.

It's really suffocating and uncomfortable.

The subscription dropped by half in an instant, the plot couldn't be connected, the outline was scrapped, and everything seemed to be back to zero.

There was a feeling that the sky was falling, and I held it for a long time, and then I wrote a eunuch testimonial, crying while writing, and wrote for an afternoon.

To this day, the eunuch's testimonial is still lying in my manuscript, called "A letter from a lazy cat, you must read it!"

has experienced struggles again and again, from helplessness, to crying and despair, to the final choice to persevere.

There are also a lot of book friends urging me to change, and everyone still votes for me and gives me rewards.

How can I ignore everyone's support?

There's been a lot of scolding from book reviews lately, a lot.

I struggle every day.

But I still owe you a lot of tips, and I owe you an ending.

I owe myself a persistence, a finish.

I said, I'll write about the city in my next book.

Many authors ask me why, there are so many restrictions in the city, I can't write anything, and I am afraid of being harmonized all day long.

I said I don't accept it!

I'm not convinced, I'm not happy!

I'm going to die in the city, I'm going to conquer this type, I'm going to preach in the city.

Write a New Year's speech, make it look like a eunuch's testimonial, crying a lot!

Thank you so much, everyone, really, thank you!

People should start and finish well, and since I told the beginning of the story, I should finish the story.

Tomorrow, there will be an update.

A little hypocritical!(To be continued.) )