Well...... That's right, I'm just a little lonely. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The rain was ticking outside the window, and I finished reading a youth novel in this rhythmic sound.

I suddenly remembered that when I was in school, I piled up books high, put novels on my lap and blocked them with my desk, looked up at the teachers patrolling around me from time to time, and then quickly read them and repeated the above movements, which is really funny when I think about it now.

Sometimes when I am fascinated, I will suddenly wake up, look around with a weak heart, and let out a long breath when I see that there is nothing unusual...... As a result, I turned my head and found that the teacher was next to me, looking at you incomprehensibly, embarrassed......

Back then, I was still sitting on the edge of the podium, committing crimes in a grand manner under the nose of the teacher, and now when I think about it, I will sigh how I was so bold back then

Well‖ to be honest, in fact, there are not many years, at most only a year or two, but what happened recently made me, who has always been heartless, suddenly have a little sadness, I feel that time is really rushed, birth, old age, sickness and death are elusive, maybe when I hear the people around me are gone, or ...... When is it your turn, as soon as you close your eyes, you can't wake up again.

Allow me to make a sad face (t_t)

Youth is really infinitely beautiful, and I always shout that I regret that I haven't had the unbridled youth in novels or TV series, but ...... Our youth is indeed unique, even if it is so bland, when I recall it, I can still clearly feel the sweetness that is not there.

Back then, I liked reading novels so much, probably because I liked the thrill of secretly doing bad things, although now I also like 〒▽〒

I've read hundreds of novels, and for a few years, I can't even remember what I read...... I only remember that I was crazy about Mu Yan who was a little dark but really affectionate in "Hua Xu Yin", I liked the beautiful and jealous people in "Phoenix Prisoner", and I hated Li Chengyin, who was not as beautiful as the country in "East Palace", and I felt sorry for "Sauvignon Blanc" in "Sauvignon Blanc", but he never let people know that he lost his life for Xiao Yao, even if he died, he just locked that love in his heart, but he gave his blessing to Xiao Yao's nine lives Xiangliu, and he also regretted "White Lotus Raiders" Li Mingmingai, but he didn't know how to say it, and Lu Ye, who drew himself as a prison, unexpectedly pushed the white lotus farther and farther away.

I indulged in their love, rejoicing in their reunion and agonizing over their breakup.

I envy those who can write such love, who can tell the story in their hearts with their own words, and touch more people as they once touched me.

So I also chose to write a novel, determined to write a stunning work‖ as if we who love to read novels have a dream of authorship in our hearts, just like the girls in their youth, most of them have a gorgeous princess dream......

My first novel, in the true sense of the word, folded in the cradle, and I didn't stick to it until I wrote 140,000 words, and the same is true of my second novel. In the final analysis, it is because I am greedy, thinking about both the realization of my dreams and the fact that I can earn some living expenses with novels...... In the end, I found that fame and fortune were too difficult for me, so I still chose to compromise and persuade myself when I was restless, let's code words honestly, and wait for tomorrow, tomorrow more and more people will watch it.

Starting from the beginning of the collection of 0, it has slowly risen to more than 200, which seems to verify my words to persuade myself to calm down and write.

I know that I don't write well, the plot is boring, the characters are not full, and even the characters of the male and female protagonists are ...... Sometimes I write and I suddenly feel very disliked (t_t)

So I am very grateful to the readers who have never given up on "The Biography of Jiayin", thank you for your tolerance and carelessness, and thank you for giving me the courage to continue writing.

Like the silent voting of the morning and twilight, the dream line in the dream, and the light ripples, etc., as well as the smile and shallow death of my friend who is also a writer, I have always remembered it in my heart. I didn't say it before, I felt hypocritical, but now I feel that I still have to say what I should say, otherwise how will others know?

Don't think I'm verbose and pretentious, if so...... Then you can ignore it automatically+_+

Finally, I want to say, I hope you will comment more, say where I wrote badly, don't believe it, I will really accept it humbly. (。 ve?v。 ）

Na, I'm really just feeling, just talk about it, don't bother me (t_t)