(Great Literature.) Sorry.,Take a leave of absence today.,I really can't write it.,Stomach ache is uncomfortable.,I've been sleeping.,I woke up at more than seven o'clock.,Suddenly found that I haven't written today's update.,Quickly take the phone over and start the code.。

Then I started writing it at eight o'clock until now, and I have been deleting and deleting it, and I have changed and deleted it, but I found that I really can't write it.

I write books that kind of emotional type, maybe because of my shallow experience, few books, and too much knowledge, I have always written my own emotions completely into the text.

In a way, it is very similar to Lu Chan, every time you look at a small part of the text that moves you, it may be that I used half a roll of tissues to write.

I love my characters more than you do, and every bit of them is something I've put a lot of effort into creating.

Some time ago, after the college entrance examination, I have been in a very anxious state, and the plot has not been able to connect when I wrote this book, and there are some other things that pull my mind, plus I always pursue the number of words, and the quality of the text in the second half of the iron-blooded army road is much worse.

Well, I'm not so tactful anymore, those text plots can be said to be very poorly written, I read it again, and I even have some doubts about whether I wrote those words.

I reacted when I saw the comments of those old book friends in the comment area, as well as the matcha in the group, and those book friends who told me about this problem.

When I finished reading it, I only felt ashamed, not only for those book friends who had waited for me for so long, but also for myself. I'm sorry for the effort I spent on shaping the prototype of the characters in this world, and I subsequently wrote these characters to ruin. It's my fault, sorry.

After that, I thought about changing it, but I was worried that if I changed too much, those chapters would be blocked, so I wanted to try my best to make up for it, to fill in the holes, and how many points could be saved.

You can also see these two chapters, I'm serious, although it's not long, but I have carefully carved each plot and text description. I know that there will be people who will cry and have this confidence, because I wrote myself to cry, and I cried very badly. Later statements and comments in this chapter also confirmed that my self-confidence was not wrong.

I wrote down a sincere heart, and you gave me a piece of true affection in return, which is very good. That's why I wrote the book in the first place.

Today's chapter may not be able to be posted, I want to write it well, I don't want to pile up the word count. But the feelings really don't fit in. It hurts so much that I want to die. I could only feel the pain and nothing else.

I didn't eat anything a day today, I vomited five or six times, and then I vomited all the sour water. I vomited all the medicine I took. When my mother bought me anti-emetic medicine, I didn't dare to take it, because when I vomited, the pain could be transferred to the stomach, and my stomach didn't hurt so much.

I have a cold body, every month, I feel like I have gone through life and death, it should be that the scar of hernia surgery when I was a child was not stitched up, and the inside is cracked again, several pains are added together, and I really want to die. I'll wait for my dad to take me to the hospital after school holidays.

As for today, I'm really sorry, I may not be able to update it. Great Literature .