Sorry to end it that way.

There's been a lot of going on lately, and the book was opened too hastily, and I'm not fit to write this kind of book, so the results are dismal.

Every time I go to sleep, my mind is full of the book, and I often wake up from my dreams.

When I wake up, I often light a cigarette. Ask yourself, Mom~! What exactly do you want to write?! What the hell is written about it?!

The book is completely unfinished.

Loss, pain, sadness, these emotions have always intertwined in my heart, and I never thought that I would write a book like this. From the beginning, my style was lighthearted, and the original intention of this book was because I complained about the gossip of my neighbors in the book group, and a sentence came out: "Sometimes I really want to have an end times, so that these vicious neighbors don't have time to complain." ”

Then a bad friend said, why don't you write about the end times?

Hey, this can be there, and then I wrote it.

Then, I suddenly found that this kind of thinking was not successful, and it was written that my psychology was getting darker and darker, and I almost had conflicts with my neighbors several times, and when I reflected on my behavior, when I came back to write this book, I found that I no longer had that feeling of inspiration, and every word I wrote was a kind of torment. I feel uncomfortable with this feeling, and I'm sure you feel uncomfortable too.

So I decided to end because since I couldn't write anymore, there was no need to waste any more time.

It's a pity that I have lived up to the trust of the expeditionary great.

At the beginning, I prepared two books, one was more relaxed and the other was this, and it turned out that this book passed. I thought, this can't be done, most of the expeditions have already been said, if I refute it again, wouldn't it be untrustworthy? And then it began, all the way to the bloody collapse.

I thought I could write this book well, but it turned out that I thought highly of myself, I couldn't write in this style, and if I continued to write, I would be someone I didn't know, dark, vicious, and desperate.

Some people say that I am the Mother of the Virgin, but in fact it is not, but I am struggling, and I set the bottom line at the beginning, and the problem of the bottom line is my problem, and I can't make up my mind, and I can't make up my mind to write my book into a dark world, always thinking about giving this world a little light, and then it's over.

Two thoughts struggled in my mind and gave me nightmares.

So the collapse is inevitable.

I'm sorry guys, this book can only be like this, and if it goes on like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to carry it......

In the next book, if you can forgive me, I will open another book on the seventeenth, a light-hearted book, a book that everyone can smile easily in their spare time, the name...... I won't say it yet. However, it can be revealed that this is a book about the daily life and untold stories of certain heroes, with the canyon tenderness bar in it, poor Mumu and Sanjiyou and their wives, as well as some untold stories.

Why did Galen squat in the grass? When will Zhao Xin get off the list? Where did the prince go two years after his disappearance? Who is Rui Mengmeng's sweetheart? How fierce is Suana? The story Darius and his brother had to tell......