Every day is a day of sticking to the chair, and today is a good time to go out for a walk. Anyway, this book pounced. (The next book will be serious.,This book is going to be mixed with a full attendance award.,Tomorrow it will officially resume the update.,Today I went to take the driver's license.。 I hope you can understand, of course you can not read it, after all, I know how readers feel. In the next book, if you have any suggestions, leave a direct message. ）

Since I wrote the book, I have understood how to write the word embarrassment, a book has to be put on the shelves for more than 200,000 yuan, and the day is faster for fear that the recommendation will not be able to keep up, and I only dare to be careful to double change every day, such a speed, two months are a vacuum period of income, without a penny.

If it can be sold on the shelves, it is really good luck, but unfortunately on the road of online writers, hitting the street is the real public group, even if it is on the shelves, it is only a few 600 full attendance in a year is the majority, it is not for nothing that a book becomes a god, but the world should also know that there are not many gods.

I am one of the countless people who hit the streets, even if how many of you shout love and urge to change quickly, but I know that once the fee is charged, there are not a few people who turn their faces and go to see pirated copies.

It is precisely because you understand this that you look at my book and laugh, but I look at my book and cry.

When I calmed down, I suddenly wanted to cry, really, when did I actually live like this.

Does money matter, I don't know, I just know that if I write 6,000 words a day and 15 of you subscribe, I can only get 2 yuan.

So far, the subscription is only a dozen dollars

In the next book, if everything doesn't get better, I really have to give up. Alas, people are hard to dismantle, and they are on the street!

The protagonist of this book does have a lot of shadows of me, and it is also the first book I wrote seriously. Maybe there are a lot of flaws, but I'm working on it, aren't I?

To be honest, I was really unhappy with the speed of my updates and the level of my writing, but I couldn't force myself to write carefully word by word. After all...... A book can easily be millions of words, and no one will have that patience. I just forced myself to be a reader and read my own books.

But I always feel that there is a problem, probably because I wrote it, so I am not satisfied. After all, I imagined it myself.

The original intention of this book was to write an excellent infinite stream since the infinite horror. I also want to contribute to everyone's books, but I seem to be wrong. I don't seem to have the strength to do that at the moment.

What I wrote, very true, but very boring. At least that's how I see it.

You think Mr. Zombie's previous story is very spicy, and I understand it. After all, there are some idiots, but it's just to give you a familiar beginning. I'm afraid you won't accept what I've written.

But now it seems that I don't need to, I'll rewrite the beginning after it hits the shelves, this time I don't dare to say that I will satisfy all of you, but most people can still be satisfied.

People always need to improve, they need the support of your readers, and without you, we writers would be a fart.

Being able to write a world, a world that readers are substituted into, that's the most satisfying thing for every author, but is it easy?

No! It's not easy at all, the only two books that I have been impressed by and can't forget for a long time are one called the years when I was Mr. Yin and Yang, and the other is called Infinite Horror.

I've read thousands, or even tens of thousands, (including those that haven't finished reading.) And then there's the book of the platinum gods, and I only have these two books as divine books. Because the description is too profound, one is about fate, and the other is about blood and the unknown that we have never seen.

These two books made me firm in my path of writing.

Can I tell you a story?

An English teacher named Brody was sorting through the old things in the attic when he found a stack of workbooks, which were spring essays by 31 children in Pitckin's kindergarten class B (2), entitled "I am --- in the future"

He thought that these things had been blown up in the school during the German air raid on London, but he didn't expect them to lie peacefully in his own home, and lie down for fifty years.

Brody flipped through a few books by the way and was quickly fascinated by the children's bizarre self-design.

For example, there was a little guy named Peter, who said that he would be the Minister of the Navy in the future, and that once he swam in the sea and drank three liters of seawater without drowning; Another said that he would be the president of France in the future, because he could recite the names of 25 French cities. The rest of the students in the same class can only recite a maximum of 7.

The most amazing thing is a little blind boy named Davy, who thinks that in the future he must be a cabinet minister in England. Because there is not yet a blind person in the UK who can make it to the Cabinet.

In short, the thirty-one children all depicted their future in their essays, some of them became dog trainers; There are those who are navigators; There are princesses, all kinds of things, everything.

As Brody read these essays, he suddenly felt an urge to re-send these notebooks to his classmates and let them see if they had achieved their 50-year-old dream

A local newspaper heard of the idea and sent him a revelation, and within a few days letters flew to Brody, among whom were businessmen, scholars, and government officials, and many more unidentified people. They all said they wanted to know their childhood dreams and wanted to get their hands on the text. Brody sent them one by one at the address

A year later, there was only one composition left around him that no one asked for, and he thought that this man named David might be dead, after all, fifty years later. Anything can happen in 50 years.

Just as Brody was about to give the book to a private collection, he received a letter from Blunkett, the Cabinet Secretary for Education, in which he said that the name of David was me, and that you were still preserving our childhood dreams.

I don't need that notebook anymore, though, because my dreams have been in my head ever since. I haven't given up a day,

Fifty years have passed, and it can be said that I have achieved that dream, and today I would like to tell my other thirty students through this letter: as long as you don't let the dreams of your youth fade with the years, success will appear in front of you one day.

It's a story I've read, and there are many more like them, and that's why I've been able to make it this far, and it's the stories that support me.

I'm not a genius, but I have a gift and love for literature. When I was in elementary school, I often sat in the dim light and read in the dead of night in the dead of night.

At that time, it was really my happiest time, I was addicted to the world of fairy tales, I wanted to have a princess who loved me, and had the wisdom and courage to do so.

But that's just a fantasy after all, I'm just an ordinary person.

In elementary school, he excelled, but when he was transferred to a public school in the fifth grade, he became a poor student. This has a lot to do with the learning environment.

I remember when I was in the fourth grade, I studied very well, and there was one thing that I remember vividly.

It was an afternoon study time, and an errand student at my back desk was counting money. At that time, you could buy a spicy strip for a dime, a pack of spicy strips for five cents, and a meal was only two or three yuan.

I have forgotten all about the money that the errand boy got from nowhere, it seems that he stole from the family, and there were nearly 100 yuan at the time. At that time, it was a huge amount of money for a fourth-grade elementary school student. You know, at that time, my pocket money was only five dollars a week.

Because I studied well and was lively at the time, I had a good relationship with other classmates, and the poor student seemed to be worried about my lawsuit or something, so he directly drew five yuan to me. I was so happy at the time. It's a day of joy.

In fact, if you think about it, if you had made up your mind to study literature at that time, there would not be so many complaints and hardships now.

After all, I still have talent.

In fact, it seems to be back to the past.

I saw the reader's five-dollar tip, although I could only get 2.5 or even less than 2.5 when I got it. I'm also very happy. After all, there are readers who agree with me.

I also want to be like those big writers, who have countless fans and make TV series and movies. But I know that I can't write something like that now, and even if I could, no one would admit it.

I'm actually ready to write a book, it's a fairyman, but I don't want this book to be unfinished, so I can only write it with the idea of spelling it out.

In fact, my heart is even more apprehensive than when Cheng Xiao was about to enter Ghost Street, because Cheng Xiao is just a fiction made up by me, but I really exist.

I would be happy for a few bucks of subscription, and I would be sad for a bad review. These feelings are real and present. It is not expressed in the form of Chinese characters, but it is a real existence.

My biggest dream is the Nobel Prize, which I am afraid will be decades away. But I can afford to wait!

I'm still young, and as long as I have a dream, I believe that one day I can succeed.

I believe that I will not be worse than anyone else, but I may be a little stubborn and unwilling to write those cool articles to cater to white readers.

Instead, they prefer to write a book based on real people.

In fact, I said so much just to vent my feelings.

In the next book, I plan to construct the plot, construct the outline, construct the character of the protagonist, and construct the characteristics of the characters.

Anyway, I will write it with my heart, and I hope you will support me when the time comes!!!!!!!

By the way, I recommend a movie to you: The Shawshank Redemption and Forrest Gump.

The story takes place in 1947, when banker Andy is accused of shooting his wife and her lover,

Andy was sentenced to life in prison, which meant he would spend the rest of his life in Shawn Prison.

Red was sentenced to life in prison for murder in 1927 and was released on parole several times without success. He became the "authority figure" in Shawnke's prison, and as long as you could afford it, he could get almost anything you wanted: cigarettes, candy, alcohol, and even marijuana. Whenever a new prisoner arrived, everyone bet on who would cry on the first night. Red thinks that Andy, who is weak and bookish, must cry, but Andy's silence causes him to lose two packs of cigarettes. But at the same time, it also made Red look at him differently.

For a long time, Andy didn't contact anyone, and while everyone complained, he took a leisurely walk in the yard, just like in the park. A month later, the first thing Andy asked Red to help him with was a small pickaxe, explaining that he wanted to carve small things to pass the time, and that he had managed to escape the routine checks of the prison authorities. It wasn't long before Red was playing Andy's chess. Later, Andy made a huge poster of movie star Rita Hayworth and pasted it on the wall of the cell.

Once, Andy was out working with a few other inmates when he overheard the prison officer talking about taxes. Andy says he has a way to get the prison officer to legally forgive the large tax in exchange for two bottles of Tiger beer for each of his dozen fellow inmates. Sipping a beer, Red says he's feeling free again for the first time in years.

Andy's knowledge of the financial system soon freed him from the heavy manual labor of the prison and the harassment of other perverted prisoners. Soon, Andy, who became famous, began to deal with tax matters for a growing number of prison guards, and even asked him about his children's education. At the same time, Andy has gradually become an important tool for Shawn Warden's money laundering. As Andy kept writing to the governor, he finally got a small amount of money for the prison to build the prison library. Life in prison is very uneventful, and you always have to find something to do on your own. Andy heard that Red used to like to play the harmonica, so he bought one and gave it to him. In the dead of night, the melodious and slight sound of the harmonica can be heard echoing through the prison.

Andy's peaceful prison life is shattered by the arrival of a young prisoner: this prisoner had heard about Andy's case before while serving his sentence in another prison, and he knew who the real murderer was! But when Andy asked the prison director to reopen the case, he was rejected and severely punished with two months of solitary confinement. And in order to prevent Andy from being released, the prison warden designed to kill the insider!

Faced with the harsh reality, Andy becomes depressed. One day, he said to Red, "If one day, you can get parole, you must go somewhere and fulfill a wish for me." That's where I went on my first date with my wife, digging up a box under a big oak tree there. You'll know what it is. That night, stormy and thunderous, Andy, who had been redeemed by his soul, successfully escaped from prison.

It turned out that for twenty years, Andy had been digging holes with that little pickaxe every day, and then covering the holes with posters. After Andy was released from prison, he took away some of the black money saved by the prison warden, and reported the truth about the prison warden's corruption and bribery. In the safe where he kept his notebook, the warden found a Bible left by Andy, the first page of which reads, "The way of salvation is in it," and a hollowed-out part of the Bible to hide the pickaxe used to dig the hole.

After 40 years in prison, Red is finally released on parole, he finds a box of cash and a handwritten letter from Andy under the oak tree he agreed with Andy, and the two old friends are finally reunited on the sunny waterfront of Mexico. , you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie