Chapter I

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I have a habit of always writing something in my notebook and then freeing up the computer, which is not fast in the first place, but now it is even slower. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info writes a paragraph and then adds it on the computer, otherwise, you can't think of anything in front of the computer. I don't know how other writers came over with 10,000 words a day, rain or shine, probably they wrote about cultivating immortals or something, it's like clearing the customs, and the first level is stronger than the first level. I love the feeling of black ink running over paper, especially on cardboard, and I don't know if it's OCD.

I always feel that writing is a profession, and this profession is very ethereal, and only when you get a manuscript fee can you really determine the identity of this profession, otherwise it will be nonsense in the eyes of outsiders.

I don't like to watch some TV dramas, especially when it comes to, the kind of bridge of the dead, often being shot or hit by a car, can still say more than four crosses to the comer, I think, can it be a little more fake, although this plot needs some last words, can it be solved within ten words, so it seems real.

There is also being hit by a car, after my personal experience a few days ago, if you have not practiced iron head skills or at the moment of falling to the ground with your hands to protect your head, the head is hit by some impact, it must be fainted on the spot, I drove an electric car that day, it was driven at a very slow speed, according to the reason that the fall to the ground will not be too hasty, and it has been a full three hours, don't ask me what impression I have, the memory from the moment I got out of the gate, it is gone. I don't have any memory for an hour after waking up.

Now there are still some headaches.

I looked at the reading, and there were probably only a dozen people reading it, which made me feel a little sad.

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