First of all, apologize to everyone.

Too few updates.

In the past two days, at the request of the Chinese Writers Association and the Writers' Village and the website, I participated in an Inner Mongolia wind collection activity.

In the past two years, the state has paid more and more attention to online articles, with more and more activities, and the social status of online writers is also slowly improving.

Writing online articles is actually very insecure.

This was before.

No social security, no insurance, no social networking, no status...... Of course, the knife is in a better situation, because the website is very good for me.

Therefore, there is a way to excuse the activities organized by the government, and many authors communicate with the knife, showing a feeling that can be recognized by the society.

There are many activities, and there is no way to excuse them.

Knife hesitated for a long time and participated in this event.

But all of a sudden, a lot of things followed.

On the 3rd, the end of Inner Mongolia collection, I went to Beijing, a campus activity of the Central Propaganda Department, and the promotion meeting of Gansu Net Literature Eight Horses of Beijing Normal University on the 6th.

You can go home on the 7th.

Before the 3rd, it was difficult to update, because the itinerary was too full, the night before in the van, yesterday from six o'clock to ten o'clock in the evening, all on the road, hurrying, eating......

Knife is a small otaku who is not good at communication, and he has also been poured a lot of wine, the drinking tradition of the Inner Mongolian compatriots is really terrible, but the Inner Mongolian compatriots are indeed bold.

The knife has not been slammed for more than half a year, and it used to be a little bit of meaning occasionally, and I took a sip, but last night...... I can't stand it, I can't help it, I just cut it, I don't know how to go back.

only to wake up.

I thought I would hold on and not drink, and no one would drink...... But I was naïve.

I still have a splitting headache.

There are no timecode words at all. More on the itinerary today.

Of course, I'm also to blame.

There are no manuscripts in reserve.

I can't save the manuscript.

Apologies to everyone.

Sincere apologies.

People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.

I don't dare to ask for everyone's understanding, but I still have to say hello and explain to everyone.

Bow and apologize.

Once again, I sincerely apologize.