I'm going to write this stuff again, but this time, maybe it's going to be a bit too much nonsense......

First of all, it is customary to thank my editor, Xiuxiu and Dayuanshen, two cute beauties, but unfortunately the compliment from the dead house will definitely not make you feel happy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Secondly, I would like to thank every reader in the past, present and future, whether it suits your taste or not, what I write can be seen by you, which in itself is fate.

Of course, I think it's good-looking, okay, good, and even watching, that's my blessing; I feel bored, boring, and a waste of time, and I apologize here.

Old folks who know me well know that I've been writing books for seven years now.

Although it is difficult to speak, but seven years later, I am still a street goods, and I still haven't been able to write a complete novel that is "over a million" and "not unfinished".

It has become a habit to be unfinished, eunuchs have become labels, and they have given up again and again, but in the end, they are still shameless and return to this circle.

I am not like other authors, because of love, because of dreams, because of interest, I began to devote myself to this industry.

Seven years ago, the guy who had stayed up for more than ten years and finally ushered in the best four years of his life, and planned to enjoy college life, definitely didn't expect that he would suffer such an unbearable catastrophe.

A good young and strong young man, inexplicably began to stiffen his limbs, muscle failure, difficulty swallowing, unable to lift his feet even up and down the stairs, etc., etc., these conditions that came almost suddenly, obviously not a good sign.

The pleasant college life just began, and then, there was no more......

I don't like and never spread negative remarks, but let's be honest, in our country, a solid family is nothing but a serious illness.

After being discharged from the hospital, I could only lie in bed all day long, looking at my parents who had broken their hearts for themselves, drained their family funds, and were no longer young, and I couldn't help but think about what I should do in the future.

I can't remember what I thought at the time, but in the end, I decided to start coding words.

From the very beginning, I have regarded code words as a way to make money, not seeking to become a god or platinum, but only to be able to support myself; Of course, if you can get out of the way, it is best to earn enough money for medical expenses and support for your parents.

As for marrying a daughter-in-law, starting a family, raising children, etc...... I'm sorry, whether it's self-knowledge, or self-abandonment, you don't need to think so much.

Since the first book, although the start was a little bumpy, in the end I still gained something, and I also successfully signed a contract and made some pocket money, but what I am most grateful and concerned about is that I have met a group of good buddies from all over the world.

It is also because of the support of these good friends, which made me feel that although I don't like codewords, this one does seem to be able to support myself.

The debut ended hastily before the 100W word.,Although the second book is bought out at the price of cabbage.,But it's more or less a trickle.,So get by.。

At this time, my body recovered under the care of my mother, and the recovery was very good, although I still lacked muscle strength, but there was no problem in taking care of myself.

So, a remnant thought that I have been unable to let go of is born again in my heart.

I'm going back to school, and I'm going to have to get a diploma.

Due to my stubbornness and some family factors, my mother agreed.

I went back to school, and for that reason I finished my second book, and I stopped typing.

However, the goddess of fate, the female cousin, seems to lack the most black humor.

I don't know how long it took, but it was in the winter of that year that the disease relapsed.

Of course, this recurrence also has my own problems. Because I didn't want to be a medicine jar, and I happened to see the conclusive posts of some patients on the Internet, I took a chance and stopped drugs such as hormones and immune preparations without authorization.

That year, I learned that the winter in the south was warmer than in central China.

Later, after controlling the condition again, I returned to my self-cultivation life, and I also picked up the code word again.

The two debuts were in Zongheng, because I liked JJ and the manager, and they happened to run there in a team at that time; The third book, I wanted to change the environment, and it happened that the creation was online, so I followed it.

After learning that I started coding again, many old guys didn't complain about anything and continued to help.

The third online game I wrote, it turned out to be the fastest one for my eunuchs.

The fourth book was changed to the CD market, which should have been the best I could have expected to get results, but just before it hit the shelves, I caught up with that one-size-fits-all sword net operation. And although that book is labeled ambiguously, the content is almost on a par with the books of "A Bing", "Bai Jie" and "Hou Longtao", which belong to the key to delete and modify as required, and almost to the extent that one-third of the chapters can be removed.

Don't think about it, I'm dying again.

It just so happened that at that time, my body was quite well controlled, so my heart began to stir again.

Immediately afterwards, the old drama continued to repeat, and after not being happy for too long, the situation recurred out of control.

And this time, I learned that the winter in the north is also warmer than in central China.

After I was discharged from the hospital again and relied on hormones and immunizations to control the situation, I started to code again......

Over the years, with the most decadent time of my life, in addition to my mother who was destined to not be able to repay, and the good friends who never gave up, and then there were the anime works.

From the two-dimensional world, I have gained a lot of things, such as touching, friendship, love, strength, self-confidence, dedication, ideals, protection, depression and so on.

There is a favorite called anime; There is a kind of beauty called two-dimensional.

So,I started writing doujin.,Even though I was evaluated by some buddies and got more and more mixed up.,I still decided to write doujin.。

And as soon as it is written, it is three copies.

The first two books were in a certain Lu, and the grades were not bad, but I couldn't finish it.

It's still because of the recurrence of the disease, but this time it's because of the code word, because of staying up late for a long time, because of the lack of exercise.

For online texts, the novel is interrupted for three months, and there is no difference between it and scrapping.

Relapsed again, still alive.

A few buddies who know my situation say that I am Xiaoqiang's life, which is not unreasonable, and I think so myself.

But after so many years of tossing, and now I am a second-degree cripple, spending more than 22 hours in bed almost every day, but I can still live tenaciously and continue to die, I must praise myself.

I don't know what I can do, but I know I can code words.

So, I decided to start all over again, to the starting point known as the 'Hell for Newcomers', and to continue with the coding of words.

This time, I also chose the same person and wrote this "Spearman's Counterattack".

In this way, thank you, thank you for the second dimension.

May myself, my brothers, and every reader and friend be able to counterattack......

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A man who lived like a dog, on the last day of 2016.