As the title suggests, it's a good story, a good story for me.

I've written this far, and I've finally done a lot of things here, and I've finally been able to do a lot of vicious things, a lot of things.

I'm an unsuccessful person, really, I'm not successful, I've lost a lot of things, but here, I can't help but be a little admired, because like this, I really like it, I like it very much.

At the time of writing this book, I was still an ordinary student, a very ordinary person, but because of this post, I discarded a lot of things, so, undoubtedly, I was a very unsuccessful student, no doubt.

I suddenly thought about my college career.

It was really lackluster, there was nothing to boast about, my life was like that of everyone else, such an ordinary life, such a long but at the same time lonely life, terrible, very painful.

They, the others, my classmates, the students of that ordinary university, they are in a lot of things, all kinds of departments and activities, and other things and things of youth and youth, there is love, there are carnal pleasures, there are likes, there are cheers, there are all, almost everything.

But I didn't.

I don't have anything.

Anything else other than my laptop, I don't, I really don't.

It's almost nothing.

But I don't regret it, if God asks me to make another choice, I don't regret it, I will definitely go like this, and even, I will go more intensely, more decisively, and become a miserable self-raiser.

That's right.

That is true.

I know my own heart, so, I know, that's what it is.

It's all the stuff, here, everything happens, it's going on and on, without any pretenses.

It's all for sure and something else.

These things that I love, these clean things, and those things that are constantly changing, it can be said that this is what I have exchanged with the cleanest heart, in exchange, but I don't regret it, really, I don't regret it.

Although, I did a terrible job.

Yes, I'm a very bad author, a very bad and good web writer~~

Ay~~

This is my self-confession, something I have come to tell me.

Yes, that's it, it's these ordinary things, the words piled up word by word, formed here.

I'm a failure, really...... emmmmmmmmmmm, it's a failure.

It's very poorly written, one is my own ability, after all, I am young, after all, many things are very poor, which is understandable, and even, carefully speaking, this point can not be forgiven, after all, who would be in a very high place at the beginning, to do many, many good things.

The ability is insufficient, so in the end, it is really miserable.

Ay.

Only one last sigh.

And then there's the second very important thing, my attitude, attitude.

I have a terrible personality, so I've lost a lot of things.

This is not a lie, but the real situation, the real reality.

Procrastination, laziness, late updates, indiscriminate updates, and even not updating, all of them are like this, and I am all like this.

This is my chronic disease, my chronic disease.

Character flaws?

Or is it the laziness of the human body that is at work?

I don't know, but I know that because of this, I've lost a lot of things, really lost a lot of things, a lot of things, and all that.

This book, other books, many, many books.

Wait, wait, stuff, all that.

I know, I know, here, I know everything.

There is nothing more desperate than despair of oneself.

Damn, damn it, damn it!!!

What the hell has become of me, I have lost so many things, so it is just to prove how ridiculous and embarrassed I have become?

It shouldn't, it shouldn't, it shouldn't be like this.

There are so many things, so many things to give.

Lots and lots of pain.

Many, many long nights, so many heart-rending wounds.

What is known, what is not known, even when I think about it, my heart is filled with tears.

Is this the story, this story the explanation of everything, the final ending of everything, sir?

I felt a lot of pain, a lot of pain.

But it's finally over, and it's finally good to be here.

Is this my memory, this broken story.

And maybe a little bit of money after that?

Perhaps............

I'm going to go a long way after that, I'm going to go a long way, I know where I'm now, what my path is, I'm completely different from before, but, but, but...... Seeing this story, this once young me, wrote some such things here, those immature and ridiculous things, when I was warm, I still felt a sense of distress.

How good my story is, how hot my heart is, but in the end, there is still nothing.

Chicken feathers all over the place.

The ground is full of messes.

But this is normal, we move forward, we go far, far ahead, we have to pay the price, this is the price, the price of our growth, the thing we have to pay.

The sweat, the suffering, all the stuff, the things that are really hard to forget.

But I still feel distressed.

I feel sorry for me when I was young, I feel sorry for me who was weak at that time, I feel sorry for me at that time, I am powerless to many, many happenings, and I am deeply in pain.

What a sin, what a sin that is hard to speak, a sin that is difficult to get out of here, sir.

There's a lot more to it and a lot more to it.

I've been writing this for a long time, really for a long time.

My heart hurts when I write it, and I am about to forget everything here, but this is mine, the first child I bred, something that belongs to me, something that belongs to me, something that belongs to me, I have to be responsible for him, do many, many things for him, do many, many things.

I have committed many, many sins, I have done many, many sins, I have suffered, I have been cruel, I have written the most poignant flowers in the world with the most beautiful words, and I have become the original appearance here with bright red blood, to carve out the best story in my heart, the most beautiful love poem.

Many times, this book, this is not as simple as mine, this is a memory of mine, a thing that is really hard to give up, really hard to forget.

A period of my youth.

Here, there are really many, many records.

From the very beginning of the random writing, to write the story in my heart, to a perfect attempt soon after, there are other things, other things, I keep doing here, in short, many, many things, all kinds of disturbances, what happened here is unimaginable, and it is also difficult to forget.

This period of time is not the longest in my life, but it is the best and most experienced things in my life.

From the very beginning of random writing, to now, the first time I signed a contract on the starting point Chinese network, then a recommendation, then a long wait, then a painful torment, and then, some other things and things that made me feel painful and uncomfortable, and then, here's the thing.

I faced everything with a burning heart, and in the end I wrote the story very well, giving almost everything, all existence a good ending.

For you, for all of this, for all of these stories, I finally have a good ending.

It's a good thing, it's not a rough thing, right, right.

Ay......

These words of mine are similar to testimonials and some sentimental things after years, heh, but it should also be done.

There is face, there is loss, there is death, and there is always.

There is always.

There is a beginning and an end.

Actually, now, when I look at these words, mentality, structure, eyesight, vision, and all these things, they are completely different from before, and I can write this again, and I can write very well, write a perfect story, unrecognizable, completely new.

I've changed, I'm not the same as I was before.

However, after all, I lost a lot of things, lost a lot of stories, and finally I couldn't write these beautiful words and write such simple things like a clumsy child.

Some are sentimental, some are sentimental, but, again, I still have some feelings.

This feeling, like when we met a very good girl when we were teenagers, we liked her very much, and it was extremely beautiful to look at her quietly, that feeling was like flowers blooming, and there were many things and many things, many things, here, all here.

Is that...... No, it should be said that this is how we first faced love.

Warm and innocent.

Of course, as it should be, we will lose, we will break the blood here, we will completely lose many, many things, and other things.

So I lost this story, a lot of things, and a lot of good people in this story.

That's the worst thing.

And then the words...... Yes, no, there seems to be nothing else here that can be said oh, I should say, I lost this thing, I lost all the words here, in fact, it seems to be taken for granted, with some kind of unspeakable fate and prophecy and stuff like that.

It's not fate, it's just never there, and from then on, nothing changes.

The sky is high, and the water flows forever.

is a matter of course.

The first thing, the most loved thing, is lost here with a certain sense of granted, it is taken for granted, it is the most deserved, and it is the most natural, even if you don't like it, but you also have to accept it, you have to bear it, and you have to admit such things.

Even if there are other emotions, there are other things, and here it is natural to lose.

Time has passed.

Time has passed.

We face a lot of things, a lot of things, a lot of pain and suffering, a lot of calamities, a lot of things happen, in fact, if you think about it, it is really the most deserved.

Now, a long, long time later, I see these things again, and I still have other thoughts in my heart.

Because of some other reasons, some other needs that are difficult to speak, so, here, I have written these words, to commemorate, and at the same time, to feel nostalgic.

I hope you don't mind.

Don't mind~~~~

I didn't mind the past, I didn't mind the story, the people in the story didn't mind, there were other things and things.

Hey, hey~~

In fact, if you think about it, I am also a very ordinary, very ordinary, very cheesy person.

If you don't understand, you can't get through.

Seeing this story and seeing all the things here, my heart was really complicated for a while.

I hope it's not too bad, it's not too bad.

We are all constantly moving forward, we are constantly facing a lot of things, we are constantly changing, we are constantly circulating, and we are constantly changing.

That's a lot of things.

Once, now, many things, this is the case, and it has not changed.

Almost, almost.

I don't want to write anymore, I don't want to say anything, let's end here, really, end, because by this point, it's really almost there.

All the emotions about this story have come to an end, they have come to an end, it's time to really end.

emmmmmmmm,,,,, yes, yes.

In the future, I may never, and never again, come and get something related to this text, of course, yes, yes, that's it.

Finally, one more thing.

I love it here, I love this very nice story.

I love that I once wrote this story.

Loved it.

Loved it.

Really like it.