A million words (although it arrived a few days earlier)!

For other authors, a million words may not be nothing, but for a certain north, a 'super eunuch' who is used to digging pits and not filling them, it is still quite gratifying.

Of course, there are countless waterings and nonsense, and all that can be seen here is true love.

Thank you.

I often wonder what kind of identity the reader is for the author.

Different authors have different identities for readers.

There are those who call brothers and sisters, those who are celebrity fans, those who regard them as enemies (there are many people who scold while watching), and those who have close friends......

But a certain north feels that writing a novel is actually taking a road, tortuous and bending, vast and endless, but the person who walks this road is not the author, but the character in the book.

The author is the coach who follows the character and always rides a bicycle.

So, what about the readers?

Eat melons for the masses.

That's right, you're the onlookers.

But the magic is that no matter where the road goes, there are thousands of mountains and rivers, and when you look up, you still see it!

Imagine a marathon, or a cross-country race car, where the runners can see the same crowd at any point in the track.

The speed of light is self-propelled and strong onlookers eat melons!

Call......

It's a tough road, so we'll see you at the next match.

PS: A little secret - in the original conception, the next thing is that the plot really unfolds (yes, we're a million words).

At the end of this volume of "My Daily Life in the Rivers and Lakes", the boundary of millions, the plot jump is being played by hand, please wait for a while,

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