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I'm Baoju to rise, and I'm sixteen years and sixty-five months old this year.

In the process of writing this book, it was full of bitterness and sadness.

Along the way, many readers in the book review area scolded me, and some readers posted long comments scolding my whole family. I put up with it, because I was too timid to scold others.

I am scolded every day, and I want to update every day...... Some plots are really not handled well enough, but this is a job, and people can't be perfect.

What really saddens me is that I feel alone in the face of thousands of troops.

Put yourself in your shoes and ask yourself. If I were your son, would you still be able to watch me being scolded?

I'm an author, and I can't go against the reader. You can't explain anything in the book, because that will affect the reader's reading experience later.

Therefore, I can only go to great lengths to delete bad book reviews.

I deleted the book review, and I have to ban it. After the ban, he had to change his name and continue to scold.

You can't imagine that it only takes him a short ten minutes to register a small account. And for me, it takes a few seconds to delete a book review......

That's not the point, the point is that I've read every book review carefully.

Can you think of yourself seriously watching how others scold you, word by word?

Since I started writing the book, it has not been easy. I have been harassed by readers, harassed by authors, beaten by editors, ravaged by gods, counterattacked by the streets, deceived by fake books, unwelcome by fellow female authors, and worried by fellow male authors......

Alas.

Life is so hopeless, recalling the memory of the original youth, I love you, the starting point!

Last month, I had a supper at a night market stall, and for the first time in my life, I met my book lover in real life.

At that time, I accosted him: "Is the Doomsday Dirtwalker good-looking?"

"You read this book too, huh?"

I naturally have the demeanor of my author, and I said very coldly: "This is what I wrote." ”

His expression was just surprise, but there was no adoration as I had imagined. Then, he scolded me with a slashing face: "What kind of stuff is written, you know it's all collapsed in the back, right? The protagonist's IQ is often not online, and I'm not as smart as me, you know? The protagonist is so depressed when he is suppressed, it turns out that you are the author, can you write a book?" Aren't you afraid of being beaten when you write like this?"

As you all know, I'm actually a very tough man, very cold and arrogant.

In the face of such face-to-face accusations, I was extremely angry in my heart. The scene was so hot that I almost got into a fight.

But I thought that if I got into a fight, I might kill him if I missed, so I compromised.

Just explain to him: "Dad, I was wrong. ”

He said, "I won't embarrass you at this time, tomorrow you come to the elementary school lane, and I will ask good people to wait for you." If you don't come, I'll break your leg when I meet you later. I still have some power in this area, either I will be beaten once, or I will be beaten every day in the future."

I couldn't sleep when I went back, and after thinking about it, I felt like I still had to go.

Because I'm a person with backbone, if I don't even dare to face this predicament, what kind of man is I? Isn't it because the plot is not well written, and I am called to be beaten? I don't even dare to be beaten, how can I become a man?

But he's a reader, and I'm the author. I'm sure I won't lower my grade, even if I get beaten, I have to have the backbone of an author.

So the next day, I paid ten dollars for a taxi.

As far as I know, although the gang he called was quite powerful, they all rode electric cars.

If I take a taxi, psychologically, I'll be a head above them. Even if I was physically beaten, I knew that I was still very good......

I was surrounded by a group of people, and he rode on me and slapped me with a backhand: "Do you know it's wrong?"

"I know the wrong Dad, don't fight, I know it's wrong. ”

He slapped him again: "Do you know it's wrong?"

"I know it's wrong, I really know it's wrong. ”

"Do you know it's wrong?" he slapped him again.

I thought about it and said in a daze: "I don't know." ”

Only then did he say: "I like a backbone person like you, write a book in the future, and I won't embarrass you." Although I read pirated copies, I will support you mentally in the future with your books. ”

Then he called a group of people and rode away. Then I took a taxi home.

I went home and thought about it for three days, and finally figured it out.

Moral support doesn't seem to be useful......

Readers who read pirated copies still dare to beat me up? I have always been friends with pirated readers, and only in the face of genuine readers will I call my father.

Isn't this beating in vain?

In the end, I hesitated for a month, forget it, or not retaliate. He still has a bit of power in our area, and has gathered a large group of pirate friends. What if I get beaten again?

I'm only one person, and I can't beat them alone. My genuine mom and dad only watch the excitement and don't help me......

Alas, for a long time, before the next beating, I still have to ask you whether you are my parents or my brothers?

Don't say it, don't say it, lest I be beaten by my brother again later.

At last...... There are no gentlemen, no artists. There is no way to ask readers to pay to enjoy the fruits of my labor, and I can only implore you here to feed and feed you.

Writing a book, although it is a kind of dry, lonely, and the result of thousands of days and nights......

But the author is behind the coquettish, cute, and rolling on the ground. Can you see the sourness other than writing?

Someone in Xiabao, there is a reluctant request.

Why don't you walk a few more steps with me?

Next time you face what Wanfu is pointing at, do me a favor and give me a hand......

Otherwise, I am always alone, which point is not written, and when I look up, it is a dark cloud again. As far as the naked eye can see, swords, guns, swords, and halberds are like knives.

I was timid and afraid that everyone would go against me.

At that time, there was only one person behind me, and it was warm enough.

Sincerely, all parents!

You who did not give birth to me, but raised me......

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