As I explained to you before, the inspiration for this story came from a certain day around this time. A member of the reading group said that my book was a mess from the title to the introduction. Then I told me that I should take it easy, don't think about writing any big truths, everyone can talk about big truths, and if you want to really write, you must be creative and have brains. After that, he also specially recommended a few books with brains to me, saying that it was not that people didn't make much sense to talk about it, but that people wanted to write something that was easy for readers to read relaxed.

I kept watching it that night and kept thinking about it. Then the story of this Dan furnace popped out.

An inspiration comes out, he is like a baby, he can't be stuffed back.

At that time, my book was still in the Wan Update, and I really couldn't spare time to write it. But the feeling of cat scratching is really uncomfortable. On the first day, I thought I might not wait until the end of the book to write this one, and on the second day, I thought about writing this book when it was almost a million words. On the third day, I finally couldn't help myself and coded out the outline of the book in more than a thousand words.

At that time, I felt that it was so cool!

It turns out that this kind of self-inflicted laughter can't help but snort, and this kind of writing of secretly rubbing and inserting a few paragraphs is really magical.

So in this way, I stopped the 10,000 changes over there, and slowly saved the manuscript here, and when it was more than 30,000, I let the editor read it, and he said that the name was not good, and the content was a little too much. (At that time, the title of the book was "Whose Danlu God Tema Will Practice"). I changed it, I also sent it, and then I owed it, and I became a fairyman.

Now I can sign a contract, thanks to the great guidance of the unicorn, thanks to the big blue eyes of midsummer.

But what I want to thank most for posting this single chapter is the book friends who have been with me these days.

When I see the votes of the familiar ID, I always wonder if he will vote tomorrow and whether he will see it. Then the next day, when I saw that it was another book friend who voted, I felt full of guilt, I was even slower, and I didn't dare to add more, which was really unrepayable.

Therefore, I try my best to reply to the comments of book friends and this chapter, and then interact, just to make you happier when you read the book.

Write down a paragraph and your heart will feel better. Because this is my heart, though it is meager.

The signing of the contract is the beginning, and I hope we can go all the way to a relaxed story.

Thank!

2019.8.21.23:58

Since I started writing novels, not sleeping at this point has become the norm. Come on!