From June 21 to August 20. It's exactly two months.

Three thousand six hundred and sixty-four.

That's the number of books in my collection so far, and it's been gathered here for two months and waiting for my readers...... Some of them are new to me and are attracted by the name, some know me and have read a few books before me, and some of them I know because they have joined a group or are in my own group......

I'm sorry I can't respond to your waiting.

Yes, I know, you might call me a dead eunuch, a bad tail, or whatever. You added tens of thousands of hits to the book, more than 20,000 recommendations, and you expected me to continue the story, but I didn't.

You can scold me and laugh at me, you have the right to do so.

I have nothing to deny, or I'll struggle to justify it, because I myself don't think I'm a eunuch, and I'm not a,

I've done three books, good or bad, perfect or not, sealed by the starting point or not, but I've written three books, and I've been very proud of them.

Or maybe it's because of this arrogance......

So I ...... was cut in half.

Yesterday afternoon, talking to the editor, he told me that the lack of referrals will continue, not this week, not next week, next week...... Make an effort to arrange.

I know that the possibilities are infinite when it comes to hard work, but it's close to zero.

So after thinking about it, I had to choose this.

I have nothing to complain about, this is a proof that the starting point has become more complete and more standardized—just like the zombie accounts it has cleaned up, the illegal books it has sealed, and the people who have allowed it to leave, some things must not continue to exist, they must be eliminated, so that there is room for more new blood.

That's fair. At least the starting point also gave me the opportunity to give me various recommendations for almost a month......

Yes, I shouldn't give up because of this, because I can still comfort the shelves, and I can continue to write.

It's just that I'm no longer the age when I can bet time for my dreams, I don't have the time and energy to burn weakly, I can only accept my failure, leave this stage, and choose the next chance to play.

The responsibility is on me.

I gave Wang Julin my surname, gave him one of my favorite weapons, arranged for him to be with a few of my favorite female figures, and then spent seven months building the outline, writing the beginning, changing drafts more than a dozen times, and writing a detailed outline of fifteen stories, five of which made me happy and worried, six different adventures that made me snicker and make me excited, and four ordinary stories that made me warm or sad.

On the forgotten Mount Olympus, how did Wang Julin get the weapon? How many souls are waiting for him to receive in the last days of London? In the temple of magic, an old mage is in need of a few adventurers to explore the mysteries of his youth, and in the DC universe, Superman and Batman are fighting, waiting for Wang Julin to watch and laugh, much like a clown...... And in the deep ocean, countless perched concubines are waiting for a voice to call, she said; 'The Deep Sea Habitat will never be a slave! ’……

But all this is destined to be illusory...... It only exists in my brain.

I can't refine them anymore, and bring them to you through Wang Julin's eyes and words, I can only leave Wang Julin, a vague, but beautiful future, let everyone imagine.

The reason is, I'm too weak.

My text didn't have the power to construct a great story that would attract more people to read it, and even though I revised it dozens of times over the course of two whole months, I didn't do it the best. So, I lost the opportunity to finish this story and could only let it be an incomplete end, an infinitely beautiful beginning.

I built this world of my imagination, but I forgot that I wasn't in it.

The real me can only walk in our real world with my head bowed, no broken metal on my wrist, no black space that I may enter at any time, only a shriveled money bag, I can only fantasize and fiction in my mind, looking forward to the world that does not belong to me.

That world, as I thought.

But the world will never be what I thought.

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Although I still have a lot to say in my heart, the adventure that can't change Wang Julin's is over...... Of course, in order to continue to survive, I will meet with the readers, in the next story.

Although I don't know when or where this story will appear.

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The sun was shining outside, and I was crying silently, literally...... I don't know why, or rather, I should have started this story seven months ago, without giving too much, there wouldn't have been too much loss.

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Saturday, August 20, 2016

Silver Grey Frost.