As I write this, I still have eight dollars and six cents on me, and in stark contrast to the thousands of dollars of Gucci T-shirts I wear.

Sometimes I want to cry when I code the code, but I still grit my teeth and persevere.

I'm a very lazy person, and in my image, it seems that I can't even play my favorite game for a long time, and usually a game is abandoned soon after playing, and I'm looking for a new game. But since I wrote the first chapter, I persevered for two months. I never thought about it myself.

I deleted it, I wrote it, I wrote it, and every time I wrote something, I had to look up countless materials, and sometimes I could even look it up for half an hour for a word.

Rubbing my numb and weak wrists when I sleep at night. Countless times I wanted to give up, thinking that I still had a house anyway, and it would be good to sell it directly.

But this crisis survived by selling the house, what if something happens again? What should I do if my parents are sick? What should I do if I get married in the future? What should I do if my child goes to school?

Originally, I subconsciously ignored all this, because it was always my parents who did what should be done for me, and the comfortable life only taught me to enjoy and complain.

Intoxicated by the flattery of others, living in the unreal, the bloody reality was like an iron fist, hitting me hard in the face, and suddenly I realized that this society does not believe in tears, only recognizes sweat.

Yesterday, I called my mom and I said mom, my book is coming to the shelves!

She was still as noisy and on the phone as ever, and I could see her rubbing her forehead and leaning back in her chair tiredly.

What is a shelf, she asked?

I told her with pride that I would be able to receive money every month in the future, and people would have to give money to read my books!

She was silent for a while, a little worried, because in her impression I had always been a child who didn't grow up, and I needed her as a mother to worry about my work and future life, and I couldn't wait to plan every stage of my life for me.

In the end, she encouraged me (although she didn't think anyone would pay to read my book) and rushed about her daily work.

I put down the phone and tried to call my dad again, but I hesitated for a long time and still didn't dial out. Let him be quiet in that quiet little village in his hometown.

Talking so much useless nonsense, in fact, I still hope that everyone can subscribe, even if it is only three or four hundred subscriptions. I've seen a lot of trumpets in the book review section, and I even hoped that my book would be the first one you subscribed to.

Because. A few days ago, my mother told me that she was very tired and I wanted to share it for her.