Me and the robes of my Tianzi group

Some people say: God will arrange the destined person to us in the dark, waiting for us to meet, know, blind date and even love each other.

I once believed in this sentence with unswervingly, so in my beautiful childhood, colorful teenagers, on campus, and by the lake, I linked my fate with those inseparable classmates and playmates. We became friends for life, from mental naivety to physical adulthood.

Until one day...... As I grew up, my body grew a few feet taller after puberty, and my eyes were half an inch wider than when I was a child after double eyelid surgery, but the widening of physical vision did not help me find the fate of heaven and earth. On the contrary, they are getting farther and farther away from me.

The city that nurtured me to grow up is expanding day by day, but in the process of rapid prosperity, it is so strange to me. The urban population is growing day by day, but there are fewer and fewer people who can get to know me and have the opportunity to get acquainted with me.

Go out early and return late at work. When twilight fell, I returned to my downstairs and looked up at the tall building in front of me, and I was horrified that I had not known the color of its blue sky and white sun after many months of settlement; After landing on the same floor as an uncle, I found out that he was actually my neighbor.

So, I no longer believe in fate. It is a city in the sky in a fairy tale, a mirage in reality. It's beautiful, but it's ethereal.

Since then, I have closed the port in my soul that is in the same band as Yuan, locked myself in a closed room, lying next to the computer, and dressed my first impressions and fantasies of my childhood into a string of fictional texts to pay tribute to my past yearning for beautiful things.

Since childhood, I've dreamed of becoming a man like Stephen? A great professional writer like King would write something like "The Shawshank Redemption" that would be turned into a movie and be shortlisted for the Oscar for Best Picture. So, I began to sow the seeds of my love in my own path.

At that time, in my mind, the author only had to write his own words. However, in reality, it is not as simple as imagined.

When a work is completed, the author of the author bursts with joy from the bottom of my heart. It feels like a mother who painstakingly watches her child enter adulthood and become an excellent member of society; is also like a farmer who works hard to win the city with his back to the sun and the loess. Joy and happiness.

The harvest is joyful, but how many days in the life of a lover and writer are the fruits of labor?

Handful.

The author of the text is not like a film and television singer, a song, a film can eat and drink for a lifetime. The vast majority of writers of texts, for the vast majority of their time, continue to innovate and write in the midst of loneliness, loneliness, and the incomprehension of others. Many authors just can't stand this kind of suffering, and they don't get to the harvest season and spend money halfway, especially online writers.

I was one of them, until one day I met the 2014-2015 season 17K League men's group three mentor Feitian. With his support and encouragement, I began to understand that I was not fighting alone.

After midnight, a table lamp was lit in a corner of the same city. Under the light of the desk lamp, the LCD screen is flashing with a soft light, and lines of text closely related to the suspense of the adventure flash with the cursor floating, which is the story "The Hidden Master" belonging to the flying brother.

I also know that in another city hundreds of miles away, there is another person like me, after a busy day, after dealing with trivial and complicated work, he returns home, first comforts his wife, and then perfunctory children, and then the first thing he does is turn on the computer, poke open the folder that has been clicked thousands of times, and then select a word document and press enter on the keyboard...... Break into a sky that you have carved yourself. He is the author of "The Ghost Eye Driver", a teacher who teaches and educates.

What I also know is that on this New Year's night, which is not yet the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there is a person who is tired and running thousands of miles away from home. After many days of business trips, his luggage was already very heavy, but he still did not forget to put the heavy laptop in his suitcase. And after running around and tired, he swore that he would not write 3,000 words and would never rest. He is an inspirational role model. Here I want to say, "Jiman of the Tianzi group, you are good. The "Lost City" you wrote is even better. ”

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The same pursuits and dreams made us meet in the Tianzi group;

The sadness and helplessness of the writing process that others don't know give us a common topic. Through the "10101" digital signal, we have established an illusory bridge in reality, but an incomparably solid communication bridge in the heart, and know each other in complaining, motivating each other, and guiding each other.

We quickly coalesced into a collective, a robe in the trenches.

The wanderer is the chatter of the group. In our QQ group, he posted the most messages, and the number of words in each message was not like the usual chat, three or five words or a line. Brother You has always spoken in large paragraphs, either sharing his own feelings on writing in the recent period, or putting forward valuable opinions on the promotion and planning of the group's nine works.

He is our military advisor.

Speaking of which, Yoshiman is the least confident of us. He sometimes questions his numbers and asks if they are too low. Will such a low data fall by one percent after it is put on the shelf?

My answer to this is that he thinks the data is low, so he might as well come to my "Three Kingdoms Pope" to take a look. After reading the word 94w and clicking on the bad score of 16w, you should taste the sense of achievement.

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In this way, we gathered in the three groups, working together in self-ridicule and mutual encouragement, withstanding the hardships of hard work, splitting the thorns intertwined with difficulties and obstacles, crossing the quagmire of loneliness and monotony, and working hand in hand, until today, and will always move towards our common ideal.

On this sleepless night, March 4, 2015, at 1:10 a.m. Beijing time. Open the QQ Tianzi Group's exclusive group chat box and look at those colorful avatars. I suddenly felt that fate was really wonderful.

My spirit lit up.

Starting from 0:00 on March 6, 2015, I, Brother You, and Ji Man will represent the Tianzi group in the league, everyone is doing their best for their group, and I can't be willing to fall behind, so I wrote this article to show the efforts made by the Tianzi group in the league to the majority of book friends, and sincerely implore readers who love our works and author friends who have experienced the sadness of writing to vote for us on the day of the game (this Friday). Here, Nebula Warfire would like to express my sincerest thanks to you.

Thank you, and thank you for my hard work.

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