Hello everyone, I am Du Zhubei, your loyal friend of Tianyi.

Recently, it is rare to pull the crotch, because in the wonderful crotch pull, even the crotch pull itself will pull the crotch...... I would have liked to say that, but it wasn't.

The crotch pull itself is not the crotch pull, it is the will of my life that pulls the crotch.

As we all know, I code words to realize the dream of bad money, and I want to make bad money because I want to live a better life, because I believe in tomorrow, because I feel that I can get the same happiness one day, anyway.

But such a thought pulls the crotch.

I began to feel that tomorrow would not be better, and sometimes I was afraid that there would really be a soul after death.

I'm very unhappy now, and I haven't looked for the motivation to be happy, like a broken car that has run out of fuel, parked on a 45-degree slope, and has been parked for about five or six months.

I didn't pay much attention to it at first, because I had often encountered life breakdowns in the past.

I don't know when my mood and will have been put on a reverse conveyor belt, and I have become the type that will go backwards if I don't run forward, and every day I feel like I wear a shackle with an elastic rope on my ankle to climb a hill, and as long as I relax for a moment, I will be slowly pulled back to the bottom.

During the year and two months of serializing "Fist of Fantasy", I was dragged down several times.

I learned to fuel myself as I climbed up and down, back and forth.

Go to the water, go to exercise, eat good food, read inspirational books, and read the interesting comments left by everyone...... When the energy is full, you can get up and come again, continue to talk bad things, and just rot money.

But this time it seemed to take a long time, and I tried to cheer myself up several times, but I still didn't feel any change.

I still lay flat on the slope and slid down, unable to get up, had no motivation to get up, wanted to shout loudly, but I couldn't lift my breath.

In the past, when I wrote the crotch pull, I had some indomitable confidence before I lifted the pen, and when I fell, I laughed at myself, patted the dust on my body, got up and continued to move forward, but this time, this time I wanted to be silent before I put pen to paper, and I was silent until everything was irretrievable.

It's a pity that silence also pulls the crotch.

Silence afflicts me, I hate silence, I am angry because of silence.

I still want to write, and when I have nothing to say, I still want to say something I don't know.

I'm the kind of person who is unhappy and mindless, but talks a lot.

Damn, "Chainsaw Man" is so free that it rushes out of the universe, can't I write crotch pulls freely?!

Am I at that point? Can I just wait to die?

I'm just pulling my crotch, I'm not defeated yet!

This inexplicable self-esteem and anger made me write this crotch pull.

I want to say that pulling the crotch can't pull the dead, and I can continue.

I can also continue to brazenly struggle until I can't move.

I want to go on.

Stephen King says that writing is not life, but sometimes it is a path back to life.

I've always loved this quote.

Writing an online essay is a very free thing to do, you can stop at any time, or you can start at any time.

It's the same with life.

Yesterday will no longer change, it will not be better or worse, it has reached today, it is better to think more about tomorrow.

I don't know when tomorrow will come, but tomorrow will come.

What will tomorrow look like?

Thank you all and see you tomorrow.