It was because my brother stabbed me in the back.

One day my mother suddenly told me that a female frequency text she was reading (I gave it to her for the rest of my life, sweet and warm) is very similar to my book, because the female frequency is the male protagonist can enter the female protagonist's brain, and I have a jar in my brain.

I was stupid and asked her why she was reading my book, and she said my brother had shown it to her.

She also told me that she had found several typos in my book and wanted me to correct them.

I was crazy, I cried and begged her not to look at it.

But she didn't listen and tried to discuss the plot of my book with me.

A few days later, just today.

I went to her bedroom at 4 p.m. and said, "I wrote 12,000 today."

She: But you updated 8000.

I'm Crazy: How Do You Know I'm Updating 8000.

Her: I'm reading your book, every day.

I screamed and jumped and ran upstairs like crazy......

"The Short Essays of Cats" 25, my mother has been reading my book lately, and she is typing it in her hands, please wait a moment,

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