Ah, it's time to hit the shelves again.

Time flies really fast, and it seems like the end of the old book was a month ago... Hey, "Shadows" really seemed to end at the beginning of this month, so it's okay.

First of all, Lao Lu first bowed and apologized to the reader brothers who invested in this "Left Dao".

Because of the lack of ability of the old road, he pulled his hips too much.

As a result, the data of this book is very poor, and it failed to go to Sanjiang, and the lucky bag of investment is a waste, and it also lives up to the expectations and love of the readers.

As an apology, a few more will be added as compensation after the 100 changes tonight, and the tips of the reader's brother before the shelves will also be counted.

Then let's talk about the topics that readers are concerned about, tonight's 100 more.

Starting at twelve o'clock, there is a chapter every five minutes, and until the hundred chapters are finished, it is not the first time, let alone the last, so you don't have to stay up late.

Rest early, get up tomorrow morning and slaughter beautifully.

There is also because although the manuscript has been proofread in advance, because there are more than 100 chapters in one night, if you upload it manually, the workload is too large, and it is inevitable that there will be some typos, or small flaws, I hope readers don't care.

Just subscribe, and we'll give you a reward.

Just like the old road I will say in every book, subscribing is duty, rewarding is love, not forced.

Then the rules of adding more rules after being put on the shelves are also emphasized again, and they are still the old rules before.

10,000 rewards for one watch, 50,000 rewards for three watches, 100,000 rewards for five watches.

Generally, if you have a manuscript in your hand, you will add it, if you don't have a manuscript, you will wait until next month to add it, and the character of the old passer is guaranteed in this regard, so you don't have to worry.

These clichés have been said, and now I will have some heartfelt words with the readers.

Testimonials on the shelves, the old rule is to say something from the heart.

In the past month, many brothers have been privately texting me, why don't you let go of the good people and don't write, and come to write an unpopular martial arts, isn't this looking for the street.

The truth is that it is true, as the brothers say, that the book scores... Very poor.

How bad is it?

Lao Lu has been writing the book for almost six years, and the book can be regarded as returning to the state of the first year, and it can be regarded as five years in vain.

But if you want to say that Lao Lu regrets it in his heart, he is very uncomfortable, but in fact, he doesn't.

Because of this book, it is very comfortable to write.

The comfort I say here refers to my own state, no matter how good or bad my grades are, no matter what I think in my heart, how messy it is, when I write this book, when I turn on the computer and put my hands on the keyboard.

When the mind sinks into this left-hand world, the heart is very calm, as if it has suddenly been disconnected from the outside world and immersed in its own world.

This state is completely different from the anxiety that is about to run out of oil at the end of the last book of "Shadows".

It even gave me a kind of enjoyment.

Although writing has been a hobby since childhood.

But now this silky enjoyment is really a return to the original feeling, as if when I was a teenager, I invested all my time and energy into the youthful and frivolous experience of Azeroth.

You can find a business that you like, can live with, and subsidize your family, and devote yourself to it.

In any case, this cannot be said to be torture.

I love to write, I love to write novels, and I love the feeling of sharing my story and telling it to my peers.

At the end of the last book, I said that my words lacked a power, and I didn't know what I wanted it to carry, but I would try to find it.

I am already on the road to find that power, I don't know what the road ahead, and I don't want to guess, but since I am already on the road, I just bury my head and go on.

Fortunately, on this road, there are brothers who accompany me and give me encouragement to help me move forward.

As for the next writing plan, it can be regarded as arranged, "Left Path" is the first attempt, and there will be different themes in the future.

It won't be limited to this category.

Since it is a trip of words, then while he is still young and has not yet reached the point of being bent over by life, he will spend five years trying everything he wants to try.

Even if it belongs to Lao Lu's own literary journey, I hope that five years later, when he returns from the long journey, he will still be the appearance of the boy with a story in his heart.

Maybe my wings aren't hard enough, but I still want to see the endless sea.

Maybe I'll die halfway through.

But what I am more afraid of is that if I really have to wait for the day when my wings are stiff, I have lost the opportunity to swim in that sea.

I'm afraid that if I get a few years older, I'll lose the courage to try.

Life is short for decades, and I hope that my brothers, like me, can find a career that I like and can devote myself wholeheartedly to.

It doesn't have to be grandiose or eye-catching.

It may be ridiculed, it may not be accepted by the mainstream, and it may even go down that path at the cost of tears and remorse.

But...

The original wish in my heart is there, no matter how sarcastic others say, saying that you are daydreaming, if you don't go and see it yourself, you can see the scenery from the peaks.

How can your life be fulfilled?

It's a long road full of red dust, if you don't go for a while, you will waste your good years in the office day after day, are you really willing?

I Chinese New Year's Eve the old way today, I have to write at least until I am fifty-five years old, and I still have twenty-five years to squander, and I don't know how many stories I can come up with, let alone whether those stories are good or bad.

But as long as you're willing to watch and listen, I'll keep talking.

Until I can't write, until I can't run, or, until I'm forgotten and discarded by this world, by this era.

To use a popular phrase nowadays, it is...

Rush, back waves!

Brothers, run with me in the great river of life.

Having said all that, let's finally conclude:

Tonight, I have a belly full of stories to tell, but I'm afraid that I want to talk about a dry mouth and want to drink to moisten my throat.

Brother, can you bring wine?

After a long night, would you like to listen to my story to relieve your fatigue?

Twelve hours later, on September 1, 2020, at midnight tonight.

The five-year literary journey is about to start, and the banquet has been set up, and all the brothers are invited to the banquet, everyone eats and drinks at will, drinks and has fun, and acts for me.

The road to the left of the rivers and lakes starts tonight.

Love you guys...

---Old road.