There are two kinds of people in the world.

One is the sun and the other is the moon.

The sun can shine as much as it wants, and it's very relaxed.

He does what he loves, has fun, is happy and confident, and always has a smile on his face.

The moon does not shine, but only reflects the light of others.

Relying on others, he can be warm, and once he loses him, he can't light up, and he turns back into that dark self.

Mustard is the moon, low self-esteem and depression.

The evaluation of self is always negative.

Know that this is unscientific, illogical, but cannot be changed.

If it could be changed, it would have been changed a long time ago, and it has been so for more than 20 years.

This is especially true when it comes to writing, so it always takes a lot of time to get rid of this emotion.

When I'm unhappy, I can't write something happy.

Because to be happy is to recognize yourself, accept yourself, and love yourself.

When I was depressed, let alone accepting myself, I didn't even feel the value of my existence, and I was immersed in infinite self-destructive emotions.

I believe you can also see that the recent update is not powerful.

In fact, there is a lot of time, but in the end, I can only squeeze out one chapter.

It is because of this emotion that timidity, inferiority, cowardice, helplessness, and evasion, and the constant self-deprecation and destruction of emotions.

Of the ten hours, eight hours were spent in the feeling that they were garbage, and the remaining two hours were finally numb before I began to write.

......

So, ah.

I'm not the sun.

I'm just a lonely moon.

I don't shine, I can only reflect the light of others.

In this book, the light appears twice, once in the Silver League, and once in the squid's chapter push.

Like fireworks, it lit up me, made me warm for a short time, forgot that I couldn't shine, and happily wrote about what I liked.

But the fireworks will eventually disappear.

It's only recently that I've come to understand a truth.

When you need help, just say you need it.

I need help, I've worked my own.

Perhaps this effort is completely inadequate in the eyes of others.

But for the moon, glowing is the hardest thing in the world.

I need light from the outside.

Maybe one day, there will be enough light to light me up.

Metamorphosis into the sun, not the moon that is forever lonely and lonely.

For fiction.

That light is a subscription.

Therefore, list an update rule.

Average number of subscribers/subscribers: 0-500, 1 more.

Average subscription/subscriber: 500-1000, 2 more.

Average subscription/subscriber: 1000-2000, 2 more + more.

Average number of subscribers/subscribers: more than 2000, 3 more + more.

The rules continue until the end of the book, and if you like it, you can light it up.

Of course.

Miracles often don't happen.

If there is a sun, why pay attention to the faint moon?

It was dim and small, crying and crying, noisy and noisy.

......

Finally, a word about the plot of the novel itself.

There are too many words, and there are no major conflicts, and the main line is indeed more difficult to write.

Hell hasn't shown a straight face yet, and it's not interesting in daily life, and it's also a problem with my procrastination, which will pull out the main line after that, and the foreshadowing is almost the same.

The black and white chapter, the story of Su Bai and the black hole, ends.

The chapter of the gods, the story of cats and dogs as the main gods, begins.

Above.