The sins of heaven are forgivable, but the sins of oneself cannot be lived.

Xiao Ye used to understand this sentence on a superficial meaning, but now, Xiao Ye can probably understand what this sentence means, to be honest, these two weeks, almost twenty days, have been very uncomfortable, have been complaining about this, complaining about that, I always feel that the psychology is a little dark, self-deprecation, I still can't get rid of the inferior nature of human beings.

I kept saying that I don't have to care too much about grades, I don't have to care about subscriptions, anyway, I have a formal job, so I think it's entertainment, and I keep telling myself that I wrote it because of interest at the beginning, don't let this thing be too utilitarian, but in fact, when the first book is on the shelves, you should understand that there is any real interest in writing, and it is linked to subscriptions, and full attendance awards, and remuneration, so it is contaminated with utilitarianism.

Xiao Ye has been complaining about why the subscription doesn't go up, but it goes down, complaining and complaining, sitting in front of the computer for more than three hours after work today, when he coded out two or three hundred words, Xiao Ye understood, because, what he wrote badly, and his own writing was very bad, so he dropped the subscription.

Such an obvious thing, Xiao Ye didn't understand until now, and suddenly felt that he was also a little ridiculous.

Or don't be so strict, be loose, it's not badly written, but it's not good enough, I still remember that there is such a sentence in the recommended book list of a book friend: "Xiaoye's book is very well written, but compared to the previous book, I always feel that something is missing." ”

In the past, when Xiao Ye saw this sentence, he smiled, after all, Xiao Ye himself felt that the level of writing should be about the same as the previous one, and now I suddenly think about it, the person who writes the book is actually not as good as the person who reads the book, there is no enthusiasm, there is no interest, some are the same competition plots, and some are just rigid routines, Xiao Ye suddenly reviewed the 600,000 words of this book, compared to the previous book, it seems to be a little bland, and it can even be said to be the same book.

The more I looked at it, the more chilled Xiao Ye became, and when I thought about it like this, I understood why I continued to lose my subscriptions.

What guy wants to pay to read a book they've already read.

I'm always deceiving myself.,It's because the subscription has dropped and it affects the state of your codeword.,So the quality of the chapters that come out of the code is not high.,Actually,The real situation is。

I wrote it poorly, so it led to a drop in subscriptions.

That is to say, the cause of one's own planting, the final fruit can only be swallowed by oneself, whether it is bitter or sour.

Xiao Ye is tired and doesn't want to do it anymore, what he stacks out for five or six hours a day, he thinks it's rubbish, and he uses it to deal with readers, and he shamefully begs for subscriptions, and he has to listen to the readers' support and cheers, Xiao Ye suddenly felt that this is probably the biggest shamelessness in writing a book.

I want the eunuch to fall off, but I feel that this is too bad character, so I put a fig leaf on myself, there is no more conditions, and there is no guarantee for three watches, probably one change in two or three days, such a rhythm.

is not a eunuch, but there is no difference between him and a eunuch, Xiao Ye just left the last fig leaf for himself, so that his lies look less pale and less shameless.

I'm really sorry for the readers who have been supporting Xiaoye until now.

Xiao Ye made a shameful deserter.

This book,Xiao Ye will continue to write,Since it was because of interest at the beginning,So,Now let's return to interest again.,Don't ask for the reader's understanding.,Xiao Ye, who made such a choice, is not qualified to ask for the reader's understanding.。

In the end, Xiao Ye probably belongs to an online writer with no talent, no perseverance, and no reputation.

Finally, I'm sorry.

There is fate, maybe we can still get together in the rivers and lakes, I'm really sorry.