Brothers, sisters, brothers and sisters who have always supported me, brothers and sisters who have been following my books all the way, this is a letter to you, a letter that has made me think about it countless times in my mind, and finally I can spit it out here as soon as possible!

I used to be a soldier, a former soldier, an ordinary soldier of the people. Although I have been retired for many years, I have been reminded all the time that I was once a soldier and defended the loyal people's soldiers with the best youth!

When I broke my tail vertebrae in training, facing my worried comrades, I smiled: Damn, don't fucking monkeys look at the stars, help me up, Lao Tzu is not wasted.

When I almost finished the mission, I grinned at my comrades-in-arms and said: Damn, I almost got a first-class merit plus the title of martyr, the ancestral tomb was just about to smoke and the fucking fire went out, his uncle......

When I took off my military rank and had to be discharged from the army, I smiled and said to a group of crying old men who were like girls: Cry, cry, I will make a cameo for you today Dear mother, hahahaha......

A buddy wiped a handful of tears and grabbed my collar and scolded: Squad leader, why don't you fucking cry?

I smiled and touched his head and said, "Recruit egg, who is Lao Tzu?" Lao Tzu is the captain's most awesome villain, crying? Don't laugh, can the wicked have tears? Hahahaha......

As a result, I cried all night on the train, and no one in the full carriage could persuade anyone......

With my wounds, I returned to my hometown with the only 25,000 yuan I had in my discharge fee.

I didn't tell anyone that I was injured, and I even stubbornly refused to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to receive the minimum living allowance every month after I was discharged from the army. Why? Because I'm a soldier, I'm a hard-boned soldier who can grow together when his tail vertebrae are broken. When I come back, I have to rely on myself, work hard in this strange society, and plan my new life with my 400-meter hurdle speed of one minute and twenty-nine seconds!

Not because of anything else, just because I'm a hard-headed soldier.

Pity...... This is society, realistic and cruel society. I haven't learned how to survive in society, I haven't learned the tactfulness that society should have, and I still put the integrity of the soldier in the first place......

I was lost, completely lost. I spent two whole years looking for something, and when the snow was falling, I crossed Shennongjia; When the sun was scorching, I walked alone in the desert, constantly destroying myself and challenging myself. Why? I don't know, even now, I don't know what the starting point was.

Slowly, I learned about the survival of the real society, and gradually, I finally knew what environment I was in.

I did sales, and I ran a thousand merchants in three months, and I had to run a dozen non-stop every day on average; I worked in pyramid schemes, but unfortunately I had no money, and I was kicked out of the door by the pyramid schemes. I have worked as a decoration worker, and I have been on the construction site and cement in the heat of 40 degrees; I have dug coal, and every day I have to go to 600 meters deep underground and dig coal with my bare body pouting and pouting my buttocks, shovel by shovel; I've also worked as a business manager, a businessman, and a stall......

Survival, all about survival! I'm a hard-headed soldier, I don't need charity, I don't need mercy, even if I go to the street to ask for food, I'm a dignified beggar!

It's a pity that I don't dare to follow any crooked paths, because I still remember that I am a soldier, a soldier who is infinitely loyal to the motherland......

I started writing novels, and I used two thousand dollars to live on a codeword without any income for eight months. It didn't hurt much, because I believed that I could succeed, because I knew that my bones were hard, and if I broke them, I could grow back into them.

In order to survive, I am persevering, persevering until now, happily watching one brother and sister after another chasing my books and recognizing my books...... Enough, enough, at least I proved myself.

Everyone has their own misfortunes, and everyone has their own luck. And my greatest luck is to have my brothers and sisters who have always supported me, and of course, the experience of the army that can sharpen me into a hard bone and fight for survival.

Tomorrow "Soldier is King" will be on the shelves, which means that there will be a fee, and during the month of free chapters before the shelves, I didn't earn a penny. （http：／/.）。 In other words, the book is on the shelves and starts to be sold under the operation of the website, so that I can make some money.

I don't want to ask for a subscription here, because a subscription isn't something to ask for at all.

If you brothers and sisters think that my book is to your taste, that my book can bring you passion, that you can find the strength to strive for progress, that can call out your wild power, that can give you even the slightest little motivation, then follow me.

There is no fragrance in my book, there are no jokes that many people like, but it is full of loyalty, full of hope, allowing reality and dreams to collide strongly, constructing a never-compromising, never-say-die world.

That's right, hard bones, hard bones that can't be broken and smashed!

Survival, when Xiao Yuanchao suffered a lot of hardships in order to survive, I was also constantly running around for survival.

While I was running for survival, my brothers and sisters were also fighting for survival. The only difference is that we don't live in the same way, that's all.

It is understandable that people who know how to survive are worthy of respect, and I hope and I firmly believe that every one of my brothers and sisters will change from survival to life, and they will all live very well. Because you are all wild, you all have burning blood, you are the only and proud beings who have dignity and pride, and do not want to be trampled on by anyone!

Let the blood burn, you and I are both fighters for survival, warriors of life, warriors of life!

The soldier is king, you and I are kings!

Sincerely!

Salute!

A letter from Qipin to siblings on October 9, 2014.