It's been on the shelves for a day, and then I'll come back to make up the testimonials on the shelves, I guess I'm also wonderful. Let's just talk to everyone.

To be honest, writing a book is quite boring.

So I will read every comment in the book review area, the starting point, the creation of the world, I go to turn it one by one, in every comment, I have even read the reply, but I rarely reply to everyone, first, there is no time, and second, I can't answer some questions, otherwise it will be a spoiler.

I really envy those great gods, how lively the book review area is, and I also want so many people to read and discuss my books.

It's a pity that I'm not a big god, not a small god, and I can't even hit the street, it's been on the shelves for almost 24 hours, and the average order is 70, this result, I basically don't dare to say in front of others that I'm writing a novel.

This grade is actually better than I expected, let me tell you a secret, I also had a writer number before, wrote three books, and the grades were not good, and they were all cut.

There was a readership group before Eyecircle, and everyone was very supportive of Eyecircle, but then I didn't dare to go on that QQ anymore, because I was afraid of facing readers who expected me to succeed, and I disappointed them.

Later, I was already thinking about giving up, but I just couldn't sleep every night, I was unwilling, I was unwilling to quit as a loser, others could write it, why couldn't I write it, what did I lack?

In the end, I realized that, in fact, I had just forgotten my original intention.

So at two o'clock in the middle of the night, I turned on the computer that had not been turned on for two months, and I sat in front of the computer again.

Quite inspiring, isn't it.

Then, it hit the street again.

The style of painting has changed again all of a sudden.,Dry!

But this time, I didn't forget my original intention, I told myself, I want to write, I want to be worthy of the readers, I want to be worthy of myself.

Many times, a strange scene often comes to mind in the round eye.

In a square, there are storytellers everywhere, and there are also storytellers everywhere.

Some of the storytellers were surrounded by a large group of people, and there were many people outside who were scrambling to squeeze into the crowd and listen to his story.

Some storytellers are surrounded by fewer people.

On the other side of the square, several storytellers who had just appeared on the scene were all very excited, they were very confident, they felt that their story must be the best, and there would be many people who would come to listen to it.

There are also storytellers who have left the scene from the other side, and their stories are not wanted to be heard, or they can't tell them anymore. In short, they left the square.

The square is huge, and there are many, many people.

But when I turned around and looked back, I saw the people who listened to my story.

There weren't many people, they didn't talk much, they just looked at me.

There are a few people I can name by name, but many of them I can't name, and from time to time a few newcomers join in listening to the story. Two or three at a time, they didn't speak, they just stood quietly in the line and listened to my story quietly.

At this time, the administrator of the square came to take me to the VIP venue to continue telling the story, and those who wanted to listen to the story needed to charge tickets.

I saw some people following me with small benches, and I saw a large wave of people shake their heads and leave.

And I, looking at the VIP venue, and then at the dozens of people who were going to continue listening to my story, should I continue?

"Come on, we've got your back. ”

That's what keeps me going.

Only a few dozen people are willing to pay to listen to my story.

Okay, brother, the little bench is set, I'll tell you!