This book has less than 2,000 clicks a week, two more per day, and you can know how bleak the subscription to this book is, and as a result, Fallen Leaves went to Baidu to take a look at their own books, and there are a few pirated * version of the website that have clicks much higher than the genuine version.

Falling leaves are not the gods are the lowest level of hard writers, the great gods earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a month, but the fallen leaves are worried about the most basic survival, and the fallen leaves want to feel at ease, devote themselves to writing, and don't want to be fettered by income problems.

Fallen Leaves begs everyone, treat Fallen Leaves as a beggar who is in one, holding a broken wooden guitar in his arms, and his thin body trembling in the autumn wind, especially pitiful!! When this particularly poor beggar played the weeping elegy for the hurried people in the bleak cold wind, please extend your loving and warm helping hand, and the fallen leaves are grateful for your kindness.

Falling Leaves Lonely (To be continued.) )