The original intention.

Just two words, but I have too many feelings.

I was born in a poor county, and I am one of the few college students in my hometown.

Yes, even in this era full of college students, there are not many people in the village who have studied and gone to college.

Think about it, is there a feeling of hope for the whole village, haha.

My parents were simple farmers, and like most people here, they felt that they should either be doctors or teachers when choosing a career.

Because these two professions are stable and have face.

When I think about it, writing is not a proper job.

However, I like it again, I like the feeling of weaving the fate of the characters, and I like the pure blood.

When I write, I am relaxed and happy.

But life is the greatest dramatist, and he controls my life.

In my last year of high school, my dad fell off a construction site.

Seven days in a coma, severe head injury.

I hated it so much at that time, hated my uselessness, and even thought about dropping out of school, I stopped studying, I had to go to work to earn money!

But then, I continued to read.

I was admitted to the medical university they liked, and I thought to myself, maybe it would be good if they were happy.

Haha, isn't it a bit like selling miserably?

Well, I just remembered these things, after all, they are all facts.

When I entered college, I found that I really didn't have the interest to learn those boring things.

The thick books need to be memorized, they need to be memorized, and those experimental classes, tsk, I feel a pain in my head when I see it.

I also work part-time, and what makes me happiest is that I sold quilts with my seniors and earned more than 2,000 in a few days.

Later, I used it as living expenses.

Selling quilts is not a long-term solution after all, and only a few days a year can be sold when new students enter school.

I also joined the department, learned guitar from my roommate, and originally wanted to sing.

But I play a few tunes around and don't sing well.

Others may be able to make money by singing, but if I sing, I will ask for my life!

Later, I remembered the days when I wrote, and although I was writing in a notebook at that time, and I didn't have any income, I was very happy.

I love to write, that's what I want to do.

Although I may still not be able to make any money now, I feel an inexplicable joy in my heart when I see a book friend reading.

Life is like a drama, my dad finally woke up, although he can't go to work now, he has forgotten a lot of things that have happened, and his memory is missing.

But after all, he still remembers me.

He's still there for me.

Happy ヽ (○^ᄌ^)ノ♪!

I don't know what the future holds, and maybe one day, I won't write anymore if it doesn't feed myself and my family.

Then obey reality.

But I still hope to always be with books and book friends, because ......

It is my original intention!