I grew up in an almost completely gray environment, and this cruel life made my personality a little withdrawn and unwilling to communicate with people. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

During the period from elementary school to high school graduation, I didn't interact with people unless I had to, so I didn't make any friends, not even in a class, and I couldn't find anyone to talk to.

On weekdays, in addition to the so-called studying, the most I do is to sit quietly in the corner and watch a book by myself to kill time. It is for this reason that I have the ability to read more than my peers, which has laid a solid foundation for my future writing.

As for what I was looking at during that time, it's hard to generalize. I read a lot of books, up to historical masterpieces, literary allusions, down to romantic romance, palace fighting house delivery, anyway, there are books, I read whatever books, and I am not picky.

After staying up, I finally got to college. Finally leaving that cold home and living in a university dormitory made me feel like I was alive again, and although my personality was still withdrawn and not easy to get along with, at least I was much happier than before. So much so that during the New Year's holidays, I basically don't go home, and if I can stay in the dormitory, I just stay there, because at least here, it's still a little hot.

Not long after my college life began, there was a craze for web novels. I didn't have much social communication, so I was bored, so I wrote something casually and threw it on the Internet, and the result was out of control, and I embarked on the road of an online writer.

In my four years of college, I didn't do anything other than go to the classroom, and basically wrote novels in the dormitory. No matter how cold or hot, wind or rain, nothing has changed, and four years have been wasted.

By the time I graduated from college, my roommates began to worry about finding a job, and at that time, I was already an accomplished online writer, at least my monthly remuneration was enough for me to support myself and live a well-off life as mentioned in the TV news.

In the next two or three years, the more novels I wrote, the more confident I became. With an unusually keen sense of the market, I can accurately grasp the needs of readers and write novels that meet the tastes of readers, which is very popular in the era of fast food on the Internet.

It is also the hard work of the past two or three years that has allowed me to lay a foundation in the online literature industry. At this time, I am no longer the oil bottle, I have successfully become one of the millions of writers a year by relying on my passionate writings.

But my successes don't necessarily bring me all the good things. Growing up in an environment without love since childhood, his personality was already a little withdrawn and eccentric. Coupled with the fact that I became famous at a young age and my self-confidence exploded, this personality naturally became more distorted, making my already unsound personality even more bizarre.

Frivolous and self-righteous are my labels in the eyes of others. Rudeness, arrogance, and difficulty are the most intuitive evaluations of people I have come into contact with. Naturally, I am well aware of these evaluations.

I don't care about that, though. After all, everything I have now is obtained by my own efforts, and I have no half-dime relationship with other people, and I definitely have this capital to be arrogant. And my character is destined not to care about the eyes of others, but only to follow my own wishes.

may be precisely because of this arrogant and domineering character, in addition to offending many people and pulling a lot of hatred in the past few years, I have not saved any favors for myself, let alone have sincere emotions.

Originally, I resented my parents very much because of the shadow of my childhood. After becoming famous, it is even more of a situation of old age and death. In the past few years, I have hardly had any contact with my parents, and naturally there is no possibility of any family affection.

Not only my parents, but my character of being difficult to get along with people has not made a single friend in the past few years. The so-called friends I had before were just some fox friends who spent time drinking with me, and none of them could really have a heart-to-heart with me. Of course, I know this very well in my own heart. I know very well that I make friends with these kinds of people purely to relieve loneliness.

In addition to my parents and friends, there are also people I have come into contact with, that is, at work. Editors, assistants, etc., but none of these people seem to be angry with me, and the relationship between me and these people is only a work relationship at best. In private, there was no communication at all, and naturally there was no friendship.

Speaking of which, everyone should understand, why was there such a quiet situation at my funeral? Why is no one sad for me? All of this is my own doing. Of course, I don't regret it, at least so far, I haven't touched any regrets.

Looking at the noisy parents in front of me, at this time, what else can I do except sigh? His parents actually quarreled in public over property at the funeral, which was a complete joke in the eyes of outsiders. Fortunately, I didn't expect them to prepare a warm and touching funeral for me, and now that such a scene has appeared, it can be regarded as living up to my expectations.

"Oops! This funeral is really lively, and there is such a big drama to watch! ”

I was attracted by this sudden remark, and I looked to the side, an old man in a white Tang suit with white hair was smiling at the noisy crowd in the auditorium. Looking at the appearance of this white-haired old man, he is no different from the ordinary good deeds who watch and quarrel, and I hate this kind of person the most in my life.

So, I glanced at the white-haired old man with disdain, and dropped a sentence, "I'm an old man, I didn't expect so many things!" Then he turned his gaze back.

Just after I turned back, the white-haired old man opened his mouth and said with a smile: "I'm not a lot of things, it's just that I'm bored on weekdays, it's rare to see such a scene, it's just a whim, don't be surprised!" ”

Listening to the white-haired old man's words, I was even more unhappy. Good deeds are good deeds, and no matter what the reason is, it can't change the nature of your boredom! Besides, what the white-haired old man just said is too ridiculous, and it doesn't even count as a reason! For this kind of person, I didn't bother to deal with it, so I chose to ignore it and continued to stare at the arguing crowd in the auditorium.

Although he chose to ignore the white-haired old man, he didn't know what was wrong, he always had a strange feeling in his heart, and he always felt that something was wrong.