Recently, I have found myself grinding and chirping, wanting to be a eunuch but still keeping an egg, trying to take advantage of this moment to grow slowly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, at the time of 100,000 words, I had already foreseen the result of this street hit.

The reason is that the results are not good, and it will not be able to get a subscription if it is put on the shelves in the future.

Don't say it's a good book, I feel blushing and ashamed when I look at it.

I know best what my book looks like.

It's like a person's child, who fights and fights every day, watches a girl take a bath at the age of three, attacks her chest at the age of five, and is imprisoned at the age of eighteen.

The neighbors flattered because this son's father was a good man, or his father was a powerful person, and your son was a good son, so you don't give up.

I've seen through the fact that writing a book is not for me, no matter how you write the beginning, it's either a face-bump or no one reads it.

No matter how hard you try, the talent is there.

Like ice, it's so unpredictable, so cruel, so cold.

If you can't be on fire, you can't be on fire, no matter how hard you remedy it, no matter how hard you try, you don't have talent.

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty. This only exists in fiction.

Xiao Yan, who is broken, only exists in novels.

A stupid person will always be a stupid person, and even if you are given an extra head, you will not be smart.

So I don't have talent, I just don't have talent, no matter how mature my pen is, I won't be able to catch fire after all.

Okay, that's all there is to it, and that's probably the story.

I will send a few chapters later, so that Yuan Meng can recognize his mother.

Millions of books are indeed very unwilling, but even if I grit my teeth and write millions, I can't change the fate that it will eventually rot in the starting library.

Rather than let it suffer with me, an incompetent author, it is better to strangle it and kill it.

I may write a book, or I may not, I may write about the fantasy that I have not dared to touch so far, or the fairy tale, or the funny and nonsensical two-dimensional, who knows.

Having said all that, let's talk about it later.

I posted two chapters before this, you can read it, and it may or may not be updated tomorrow.

If you want to see it, feel free to scold it.

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