A lot really happened at the beginning of this time. What is the specific matter, I believe that all relatives do not need me to say, and they have also experienced it.

I never thought that a person as pure as I would be locked in three chapters just because I described the area below the neck in general terms. This is a devastating blow to a new book~ And the website is not as prompted by the station as before, and I would like to thank my relatives for posting in the message area, otherwise I basically wouldn't have found this kind of thing.

I really think this thing is very funny, a woman's figure can't be described, so Mr. Mo Yan's masterpiece, the title of the book is something or something (I don't even dare to mention the title of the book here, so as not to block this chapter again), isn't it going to be completely blocked?

During this time, the chapter was emptied, and the book review area could not reply to the comments, and for me, it was like returning to the previous state of walking alone alone. I don't know where I am, I don't know where I am. Fortunately, I still have Lao Bai, and Feifei's younger brother, from the daily growth of subscriptions, I also know that there are still you who pay attention to this novel. From the very beginning of the conception of this book, I wanted to give all the positive qualities in me to my Lao Bai, and now that she is by my side, although we can't communicate, I am really much stronger.

Speaking of which, I would like to tell you one more thing that made me cry. I had a relative, in this case, to let me know that he was still with me, and gave me a full screen of tips. My writer's backstage was flooded with this message. I don't care how much these tips are, maybe this loved one didn't mean that, but it's nice to know that someone is with me in silence.

However, I would also like to thank that one of the chapters has been blocked this time, giving me the opportunity to re-read the chapters I wrote before from a different perspective.

The impression of reading it is that it is miserable and unbearable to look at.

I have a quick temper, and I don't feel like I'm out of the mood for writing super long novels, which I did in the past, and I basically didn't produce more than 100,000 words. Now it is the first time to conceive such a long story, and it is difficult to grasp the rhythm of the story at the beginning, sometimes the plot drags on, and sometimes there are multiple foreshadowings at the same time to distract the attention. I can't wait to grow ten tentacles, code out two million words in an instant, quickly build the framework of the story, and then weave all the stories of the supporting characters I want to write into the story world.

I'm improving, though.

Yes, I feel like I'm improving, and I'm trying to get better.

Although when I was in a state of depression, the chapters I wrote were simply unintelligible and boring to read, but there were also times when inspiration burst to make people smile, didn't it?

How did that come about? "Spiraling, wave-like." That's what it should say, right? It's been many years since I graduated from high school, and that bit of theoretical knowledge has been returned to the teacher, hehe.

In short, let's work together.

The darkness never stops chasing behind you, but there will be light ahead to guide you.

Okay, no more nonsense, the zombies have come to knock on the door, I'm going to code words, Mo Mo Da~