The emotion of the women's monthly ticket dispute

After yesterday's monthly pass battle, I couldn't sleep all night, and after repairing the computer this morning, I made a record of the process of the monthly pass battle in the past two months, as well as the changes in mood, and the chaotic thinking after that.

This article is divided into three parts, one is the beginning and end of the October monthly ticket battle, the second is the beginning and end of the November monthly ticket battle, and the third is the impression of readers because of the monthly ticket war

Each part is separated by a dividing symbol, which is easy to distinguish because the article is extremely long, and those who are impatient can choose what they want to read.

Part I, October

I've always been a dull, confused and lazy person. I often forget my account password, and I often can't remember the names and faces of the people around me. Readers of my text find it hard to believe that my nature is so dull.

Aside from my hobby of writing essays and making up stories, I have almost nothing to do.

Moreover, I am very stupid, I am most afraid of hard work, most afraid of right and wrong, most afraid of trouble, everything is hindsight, I have been on the Internet for many years, I have written a number of articles, but I often don't even know many common sense things, and often accept the baptism of other people's eyes on Martians.

In this way, I basically don't get involved in any turmoil that needs to fight, and what I do every day is nothing more than writing articles, reading articles, chatting, and passing the time.

I knew that the monthly pass competition system would start in October since September, but I lazily felt that it had nothing to do with me. Ah, I want to compete, I want to canvass for votes, what a hard job, it's definitely not for me, I just need to write honestly, calculate the manuscript fee at the end of the month, the money is enough for food and clothing, and I don't have to worry about food and clothing.

So, when the smoke began in October, I was completely unconscious, and I was still buried in the sand, lazy in my own world.

Until my readers, my friends, the enthusiastic brown and black grabbed me, scolded me for being too lazy, and forced me to catch up.

At that time, I just had the attitude of giving it a try, and I began to seriously change the text, and began to shout for a monthly pass in the afterword.

watched his monthly votes gradually increase from a few scattered votes to dozens of votes, and watched his ranking, from the bottom, to barely watchable. My readers and friends are happy to say that this is what it looks like. And in addition to being embarrassed, I felt that I couldn't be ashamed of such enthusiasm and care, and I began to get serious.

Then, the ranking slowly climbed up, and gradually lingered in fourth place.

For me, it was a surprise to have such a ranking.

I'm an extremely unconfident person, and the small building I write about is a very weird subject, because of the style, male readers rarely care, and female readers don't accept the description involving Tanmei, and because Xiaolou is not pure Tanmei, and the style is too peculiar, so, the average Tanmei readers, not all like it.

Therefore, I have always had no bottom in my heart about how many people will watch Xiaolou, and that time the monthly ticket battle really made me regain my self-confidence, and made me feel that it turned out that the article I wrote can be seen and worth seeing, there are so many readers, who are willing to spend a month for my article, there are readers, and they are willing to give me the only vote.

For an author, this feeling of being recognized is really too important.

And then there's my readers, who are trying to get me into the top three.

Yes, it's the readers, not me.

It's a shame to say that I, who have never had experience in monthly ticket battles, know everything in hindsight, and readers can only take a step if they push one step.

At that time, what I didn't expect, the reader thought of it for me, I didn't understand, the reader planned for me, I didn't understand, the reader laughed at me as a Martian, and patiently taught me little by little.

They spared no effort to promote for me in the discussion forum, in the post bar, and in the group, canvassing for me, writing long posts, analyzing various reasons for voting for me, and seriously providing all the information on how to buy a monthly subscription and how to make the most cost-effective.

In the whole thing, I didn't really bother at all. After 12 o'clock, the result of third place made the readers in the group celebrate, however, I can only giggle.

In October's monthly ticket battle, I admit that I didn't make any great efforts, but I enjoyed the final results and glory. The biggest benefit I got from the monthly ticket battle in October was self-confidence.

I still remember the shock, pain and low self-esteem when the editor laughed at me a long time ago and said that other novels had 7,000 subscriptions, and my small building only had 2,000 subscriptions. (Although I still don't understand, how the monthly subscription is calculated.) ）

Such a big gap made me feel lost, sorry for the manuscript fee I got, lost, and frightened. So I began to cry in the small building area and shout that the readers who want to pay for the month, whether you like the small building or not, please open the monthly content of the small building, turn the chapter by chapter, give me a little support.

The low self-esteem and pressure during that time were extremely heavy for me.

And this time the monthly ticket battle has regained my self-confidence and made my heart feel at peace again.

Let me know, at least, the number of readers at the starting point, who are willing to give me a monthly pass, is the third, it turns out, I am not so bad, so bad.

This psychological gap makes me deeply feel how important it is for the author to be recognized by readers.

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Part II, November

If the October monthly ticket war brought me a sense of accomplishment and excitement, then the November monthly ticket war brought me more anxiety, more guilt, and more confusion.

If the October monthly ticket battle made me feel the readers' deep love for me, then the November monthly ticket war let me know how deep this care and love is.

In November, I was very laid-back at first. Just want to be able to stand in third place and not fall down. Seeing that his ranking was exactly between the second and third places, and seeing that he had a lot of vote advantages, he felt at ease, leisurely, and even called the work of calling for monthly tickets, which was only called once every three or five times, not to mention advertising everywhere and canvassing for favors.

Anyway, as long as you work hard, you basically don't do it, just want to be safe and stable, and you can do nothing wrong.

As for grabbing the first place, that is not even the idea. I never thought I had the strength, and I didn't think I could catch up with such a big vote gap. Even if you know that it is hard and futile, why should you ask for trouble.

Settle down and live another day without wind or rain.

Until that day, when I opened the homepage of the female frequency, I suddenly found that my ranking had fallen to fourth, and I was immediately hit hard.

Look at how quickly you've changed in just one month.

From the beginning of not caring about the monthly pass battle at all, I didn't care about the ranking at all, to now, only one place has been dropped, and it is like the sky is falling apart.

People are always vain, and it doesn't hurt if they don't get it, but once they get it, they don't want to lose it again. Once you have a third place, and then you become a fourth place, you will feel a failure, and you will feel ashamed. The lack of people's hearts can be seen from this.

So, I began to diligently call for monthly tickets for each chapter, began to tell every reader in detail how to vote for the monthly ticket, and began to nervously canvass for votes to rush to the list.

It may be that the top authors on the list have all felt the impact of this kind of unstable ranking, and they are desperately climbing up and desperately canvassing for votes. So everyone has been entangled and strangled, and the number of votes has rushed upward.

When I came back to my senses a few days later, I suddenly found that I was standing in the second place, and the number of votes was almost the same as the first place.

At that time, a little joy, a little pride, rushed to the heart. At that time, there were still not many other thoughts, until a few days later, I don't know whether I was lucky or unfortunate to find out that I became the first place one day.

First place, first place, sigh, the allure of the top of the list is indeed extremely powerful.

After I had been number one for a short day and fell back to number two, I started to feel a huge sense of loss.

My friends in the group, my readers, have repeatedly encouraged me to go further.

When I got to the first place, they posted to celebrate, and when I fell down again, they were even more anxious than me, they supported me, they encouraged me, taught me to be confident, and told me to work hard.

So, I really started trying to work hard.

At the beginning, the whole thing was still developing benignly, and it was still a reasonable and normal competition.

However, as the difference in the number of votes between the two sides became smaller and smaller, my attachment began to deepen.

Seeing that one vote on my side was increasing, and there was also one more vote on that side, I began to call for a monthly pass more and more frantically, and in the postscript of the article, I cried bitterly, rolled around, and asked for a monthly pass in all sorts of tricks.

Readers are kind and soft-hearted, seeing my such expectations, such needs, so even if they didn't plan to pay a month, they also paid a month, even if they only read one of my books, no matter how to calculate, they felt that they were at a loss when they paid for the month, and they gritted their teeth and paid for it.

Some readers even told me that there is more than one monthly subscription for me.

I'm guilty, I'm uneasy, but I'm almost still obsessively canvassing to the end.

But I will still be apprehensive, I will still be confused, and I will still feel whether my behavior is too inappropriate.

Readers laughed at me, and my friends in the group said, you didn't find the author to recommend, and you didn't exchange chapter pushes with others, but only called a few monthly passes in your own works, what is it?

It's ridiculous that I, a Martian, don't know what Zhang Tui is, and I asked someone privately for a long time before I understood. Tell everyone about their stupidity to make fun of it, and everyone laughs.

Until that day, the gap between me and the first place suddenly widened to nearly 20 votes, and I felt that all my efforts were in vain, if it was just my own battle, I dragged so many readers into the water, and so many readers paid for me alone, but I couldn't get the final result.

I said in the group very frustratedly, I don't want to continue, give up, I'm so incompetent, I'm so sorry for everyone. Friends scolded me for messing around, readers blamed me, everyone has paid so much, and giving up at this time is sorry for everyone.

I was ashamed and embarrassed, but I regained my spirits. At that time, I just wanted to fight hard, and I was happy to win and lose. I just think that even if I will lose, as long as I do my best to the end, as long as I fight to the end, I will be worthy of myself, worthy of the readers, and worthy of everyone.

So, I boasted that for every ten votes I added, I would add one more chapter.

However, when I think that there may be many readers who have more than one number for me, and there may be many readers who are not very financially good, and they are paid for one of my articles, and every time it is a package of March, and the money for raising V is added, this expense, I will be terrified when I think about it.

Even though readers say they love me, I can't take it lightly.

So, I began to ask everywhere, how to save the most money, the most affordable, the least to suffer, the monthly payment, which one is the least costly, the most careful. Then I recorded all of this one by one, and compared a few examples, and then posted it in the update.

I know that by the time I post these materials, it is already the end of the month, and most readers have already bought a monthly subscription, and most of them expire after five months, so I don't need these materials for the time being, but I still hope that in the last two days, these materials can give me a little peace of mind.

How did the twenty-ninth and thirtyth come over, and now that I think about it, I still have to sigh.

Crazy writing, crazy updates, constantly refreshing the homepage, all the energy is focused on the monthly pass battle, there is no time to take care of the family, there is no time to take care of family affairs, people are like crazy demons

By the night of the thirtieth, the person had almost lost his mind, had no ability to think, and the whole person was controlled by an inexplicable excitement, even if there was pain in this excitement, but there was also a gambler-like eagerness.

On the night of the 30th, my computer crashed, perhaps because providence wanted to give me one last chance to calm down.

However, I didn't. I figured out how to get the files out of my computer that wasn't working anymore, and I went out and borrowed a computer from a friend's house.

Then, connect to the Internet, open the group, turn on the female frequency, make the last update for yourself, and canvass for votes in the article for the last time.

In the group of female frequency authors, the authors are all stimulated by such a fierce battle, laughing and watching together. I myself was mad and crazy, talking and chatting with them, and I had no idea how extreme my enthusiasm had become.

At this time, another author who competed with me for the first place also appeared in the group, talking about the hard work of canvassing in each group, and I was very concerned. Comparing my heart to my heart, my anxiety and pain may not be hers. The genuine enthusiasm of the readers in her group, and the empathy for her victory and defeat, are not necessarily shallower than those of my readers.

Why such a battle has come to this point can no longer be reflected, and at the last moment, it is impossible to stop fighting. I had to laugh hard and hold on to the end.

At this time, I just learned from the editor that there was a delay in the display of the update ticket on the original homepage, and it was necessary to open the special monthly pass update display page to see the latest.

So, I hurriedly posted this news to the group, and watched everyone open new pages one by one, worrying about the latest data.

Originally, there were still one or two points of sanity left, however, soon, with the rapid rise of each other's votes, the two sides continued to fight fiercely, the voice of the article discussion area, the sound of inquiry, more and more, and the emotions of the friends in the group became more and more excited.

Originally, during the day, everyone was still very rational in counting the votes, judging the gains and losses, and thinking that as long as they tried their best. However, in the midst of this unstoppable eagerness, everyone is more than me willing to see my defeat.

In the discussion forum, new strange readers keep leaving messages telling me that for me, it is finally a monthly subscription.

In the group, the readers mobilized with all their might, canvassing in the various groups they were in, nervously contacting all their friends.

Everyone mobilized regardless of gains and losses, regardless of each other.

The night is too late, the time is too tight, I can't go to the bank, it's not convenient to buy some cards, and there is not enough online banking to buy starting coins.

Some readers generously lend their online banking to friends who don't have enough online banking.

Some readers carefully help friends who don't know how to shop online to recharge.

It was a busy night, a frantic night.

The last retreat I had was shattered by such enthusiasm, such fierceness, and I could only devote myself to such excitement, but I was deeply excited, but also deeply guilty.

This night, how many friends I let spend money, this night, how many readers I made owe favors.

I just wrote some articles, and I got the manuscript fee from the starting point, but what kind of sincerity and wholehearted love the readers gave me.

I can't explain this kind of shock, such feelings.

At this time, a friend whispered to me in a private chat, and she asked me if it was too much to get to this point.

I have a thunderous feeling that things have come to this point, and the final canvassing has reached such a crazy point, taking advantage of the love of many readers for me, and making them spend double, or even triple the money, and, therefore, it also affects their friends but is not affectionate, so I have to follow the monthly subscription, and the friendship dispute between me and another author, which should have been very peaceful, is it too fierce?

On this night, the number of votes on both sides of us increased by more than 100 votes.

And for a whole month, there were only about 500 votes each.

As I remember, last month's first and second places seemed to have more than 400 votes.

With the development and growth of the female frequency, with the normal increase in monthly users, it is natural that our votes have increased compared with last month, but the increase is so large, and overnight, both sides have about 50 more votes. Among them, I don't know how many readers have paid double or even more money just to love us.

In this way, is it a bit excessive.

Although I always proudly declare that I never swipe tickets, and often prevent my relatives and friends from buying tickets for my monthly subscription, is it just above board and glorious to take advantage of readers' love and concern for me in such a wanton way?

Knowing that the reader has given a lot, but still laughing innocently and continuing to accept all this, is it worth boasting about being above board?

My heart was boiling, and in another place, in some other group, in front of another author who was a multitude of enthusiastic readers, how she was suffering.

This one should be very friendly, and everyone is talking about the success or failure of the competition, why it has come to this point.

My guilt and pain prevented me from saying more, but it had come to the last minute, and the arrow had to be sent.

I said to the friend who was really good for me, who really reminded me, that the matter has come to this point, I can't go back, just let me go crazy for this last time, win or lose, I will be with my readers. However, tomorrow, I will definitely reflect on the whole thing, and after calming down, I will think about the whole thing. And promise never to fall into such madness again.

After 11:50, everyone cast the few remaining votes in hand, and at 59 minutes, everyone refreshed for the last few seconds, looking at the last number.

At this point, it is really true, and I have done my best, and I can win or lose without defeat. However, I can't help but have no regrets, I can't be ashamed, I can't be without regrets.

After watching the people who care about me and love me pay a price, I can't be ashamed, I can't be without regrets when I hear the kind reminders from my friends, and the result after that, whether I win or lose, I can't have no regrets.

Competition is necessary, and hard work is due, but when it is so intense, should it be?

That night, I couldn't sleep peacefully, and at five o'clock in the evening, I was vaguely hazy for a while, and at seven o'clock, I couldn't sleep again and got up again.

All night, I reflected on the change in my mentality, why did I go from a coward who had never been involved in fighting, who had always been the most afraid of fighting, to the fierce and crazy appearance of last night?

Throughout the night, I kept thinking about what the readers had done for me. However, I can't remember the efforts of each and every one of them. Because that night, my computer broke down, and my friend's computer that I borrowed temporarily was slow, stuck, and would drop and have to be restarted.

I can't make a copy of the chats at that time, I can't preserve such precious memories, and I'm not even completely sure what each of them has done for me, and how much they have done for me.

I only remember the busyness of the night, the tiredness of the night, and the excitement of the night.

After this night of reflection, I really understood my mistakes and confusion, and after this night of reflection, I felt that I should apologize to many people, my readers, my friends, and another author whom I also admire, and her readers and friends.

What I want to say is that in the future, I will still strive for a monthly pass, and I will still try not to let my position on the list fall too low, but I will never be so deliberate, so crazy, so reluctant to myself and force everyone to fight with me.

It is precisely because readers love me that I should cherish their hearts even more, everyone's energy and financial resources are limited, and I really don't deserve to let them pay like this.

What I want to say is that if in the future, driven by vanity and competitiveness, I will be caught up in such a frenzied struggle, and someone who, after seeing this day's introspection, will be able to remind me to turn back in time, just like my well-meaning friend.

In addition, I hope that my experience can serve as a reminder to every author and reader.

It turns out that people's reason can be very weak, it turns out that people's self-control can be easily shattered, it turns out that the strange atmosphere created by fighting, success or failure, victory or defeat, everything, can stimulate people's competitive spirit and madness in their bones to this extent.

But I would like to ask more people to follow my example.

Because I have deeply realized that fighting to such a point is useless and harmful.

First, for the author himself, it is too hurtful to be so dedicated, to maintain a high degree of tension for a long time, to not be able to return to peace and calm for a long time, and to rush to the article frantically in order to canvass for votes. In fact, I've been suffering from back pain for the past few days and can't sleep at night. Such a victory really outweighs the loss, not to mention the fact that it may not be a victory.

Second, it puts too much pressure on our readers who love us. Many readers plan to wait for the article to accumulate to a certain extent before coming to the month, many readers have already paid for the month, many readers do not have enough money, many readers want to recommend articles to the people around them, and ask friends to join the month, which is to owe favors. However, at the request of our author, they did it one by one. However, as an author, receiving such a love will also have unbearable feelings, pressure, guilt, and conscience.

Third, this is really hurtful and angry, not only between the author and the author, but also between the reader, and I am afraid that there will be contradictions. After yesterday's fight, after twelve o'clock, the author and I both got the last of our strength and climbed into the group to talk, we greeted each other, joked with each other, tried very hard to express that we didn't mind, the editor also smiled and said that we were still friends, and the other authors also laughed and said that we let everyone watch a wonderful battle. However, maybe it's just that I'm too careful, and I'm still confused, can I really be completely free of mustard? At least I'm worried, right? I don't know what to say, what to do, how to express my apologies and uneasiness, how to explain, all of this is really unexpected. There is mutual admiration and friendship between authors, and if this is the case, what about readers.

Every author has their own readership, and every author's book, there are some people who like it and some people don't. Then when the reader watches his favorite author being overwhelmed, pursued, and defeated, it will also be unfair. There will also be people who are in a hurry and say excited, and the last little spark will become a big fire.

Although I have rarely been involved in disputes, I have heard with hindsight that many disputes seem to start with such small things, and then get bigger and bigger, and gradually become out of control. And this kind of situation should be something that many people don't want to do.

Therefore, here, I hope that all female frequency writers can use my reflections, pains, and worries today as a warning,

As the author of the female frequency, I look forward to the female frequency to become stronger, more good authors to join, and more good works to appear, I look forward to the day when readers will no longer keep shouting, just for a book month, what a loss, but will say that the female frequency is really cheap, as long as the package is a month, you can see so many good books, and happily recommend the female frequency to all friends.

As the author of the female frequency, I look forward to the better development of the female frequency, all the competition mechanisms are more mature, fairer, and less loopholes.

When I finally left the group last night, some other authors laughed and said that maybe in the future, there will never be such a wonderful and fierce battle for female frequency. I think there may be more wonderful battles, fierce ones, and there will be no less. But please keep a good attitude and don't fall into such an agitated state of mind like I did. Don't go to extremes, don't be too reluctant, and don't put too much burden on yourself and your readers. Don't let people who are friends who admire each other and compete with each other become enemies, don't make our common friends embarrassed by our disputes, and don't let our readers cause any big turmoil and disputes in order to defend us.

Don't let the female frequency we love so much sow any seeds of instability.

Please make our competition more rational and warmer. Please let all the participants and bystanders face the ending with a smile after 12 o'clock at the end of each month in the future.

(Another point to say,November's monthly ticket war,For me, there is also one of the biggest benefits,That is, let me try my best to sort out a lot of monthly pass information,As well as collect a lot of ways to save money for the month,I will reorganize it into a complete article in the future,Republish it,And,Welcome all other female frequency authors to reprint it into their own articles,I hope all our readers can see it,I hope we can do our best to help readers enjoy the joy of reading works with less money.。 It will also be a kind of satisfaction and happiness for us to know that we can plan something for our readers in addition to the article, and to plan for the readers)

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Part 3:

Because of the battle for the monthly pass, I miss all the enthusiastic readers I have had.

This morning, I reinstalled the computer, logged in again, opened Q, and a string of chat history popped up.

Some friends in the group said that although Nalan was happy, he must be more guilty.

However, more friends said that we did it because we wanted to, and she didn't have to feel guilty.

When I opened the discussion area in Xiaolou, some people congratulated me, some people cared about my victory or defeat, and the more attentive and considerate readers had already realized my complex psychology and began to post to explain for me. Trying to comfort me. For fear that I would be involved in the turmoil, and for fear that I would be blamed, I repeatedly explained that I was forced to participate in this monthly pass dispute.

Every detail is thoughtful for me, and every possibility is thoughtful for me.

And I, silently facing the screen, felt a warm feeling in my eyes (not an exaggeration, that moment was absolutely real)

How could I have been forced, such a struggle, without my competitiveness and vanity, without my own little abacus, such a struggle, how can I be forced.

However, I am so selfish, but I have such a good, such a good reader.

Looking back, all kinds of readers, what they have given me is probably the richest harvest of my online writing career.

I remember that the first literary website I entered was Sangsang, and I remember that the first online article I wrote was the same person. I remember the first compliment I got that got me excited throughout the day, and I remember the first comment that keeps me alive to this day.

Those years of youthful frivolity, pure love for certain people, and wanted to keep their story going on forever.

At that time, I made many friends because of the article.

I remember Cicaia, who gave me the first review of my life.

I remember Bauhinia, it was she who told me that I could use articles to open a path for my life.

I remember Fuji, the talented girl I admired, she laughed and said that she called herself a rattan for the sake of my pen Fuji Zhencai.

I remember Jumping, the friend who is good at poetry and articles, spent countless efforts to help me choose the words and words of the righteous song and polish it to completion.

Such an impassioned long poem is my eternal pride, and even readers can't believe that this is an original poem, and mistakenly think that it is an excerpt from the name of the ancients.

And I, always smiling and proudly saying that I am a joint work of my good friend and me. However, time has passed, and people will only remember the author's name, and will never remember the effort of an unknown girl for this.

I remember that in the distant United States, I helped me print and bind all the articles, and then spent a lot of money to send them to my friends.

I remember a lot of people, but there are also many more people, more beautiful pasts, and they can't be traced.

Then, I wrote romance in Huayu, maybe the romance with space restrictions is not very suitable for my development, and I dare not say that the work is good. However, there are still readers with pure hearts and eager hearts, who write the true words on that beautiful letter paper, and then carefully put them in a particularly beautiful envelope, and send them to me thousands of miles away.

Every time I fold the three or more envelopes that are wrapped in a chain, and open the beautifully folded letter paper like looking for a treasure, I am always moved by this distraction.

After that, because of a sudden idea, I began to write too illusory.

The discussion area at the starting point has gone from cold to eager, because some strange ideas have attracted so many people to argue and study. Every day, the discussion area is lively and extraordinary, and everyone's speeches have their own whimsical ideas and ingenuity.

At that time, I used to spend hours a day in the discussion forums discussing with readers about life, about faith, about many, many interesting things about heaven and earth, everything.

I remember carrying a pot to comfort me when my manuscript was rejected, and I kept posting at four o'clock in the middle of the night to analyze my work for me. I remember listening to Tao who loved singing and literature, but was always disturbed by mundane affairs.

I remember Qianhong, who found the starting point for one of my articles, but was very depressed because she couldn't speak. I gave him my account Qianhong, crying and grieving, causing him to be misunderstood as a girl countless times.

I remember Danluo, who was promoting Taixu everywhere in Taiwan, and collecting Taixu novels one by one.

I remember that Wang Zizhi was in the mainland, trying to figure out all the troubles of mail-order novels in Taiwan, and then made them public in Baidu Bar, calling on everyone to buy them.

I remember the care for me all my life, I remember Qianjiang's carefulness, I also remember the many guidance and help that Ice Cream gave me, and I also remember that the wolf worked hard to be a villain and helped me manage the Q group.

I remember many, many more names, and I can't just name them now.

And now, it's a small building.

Xiao Lou was originally written because of a joke when I was discussing articles with friends, but now, it has become the focus of my entire life.

Because of Xiaolou, I have received a lot of genuine care that I can never repay, I can't calculate.

The names in my group, the people who will immediately come forward and try to help me whenever I have any difficulties. Those who are now around me, those who can be seen when they turn on their computers every day.

Those familiar names don't need me to repeat them one by one.

Those who read my articles, give me opinions, tell me their feelings, write comments for me, those who spend time and energy to have many deep discussions with me, those who can talk to me in heaven and on earth.

Those who heard my good news took the trouble to buy gifts for me and send them to my friends thousands of miles away.

I always remember that in the past when the Taixu was updated normally, the Taixu discussion area was lively, and I would always proudly claim that the text of the Taixu was not the best starting point, but the discussion area of the Taixu must be the best starting point.

And now, I can say without shame that Xiaolou is not the best article on the female frequency, Xiaolou's clicks, collections, and recommendations are not the highest, but Xiaolou's discussion area is really excellent.

There will always be endless long comments, there will always be some beautiful words, unique insights, accurate analysis, and there will always be those words and phrases that even I will be moved by.

It's always not enough to put it to the top, and it's always an ever-increasing number of reader comments that are collected in the body.

I always see the thoughtful and concerned words of readers, and I always see many, many heart-warming posts.

Time flies, and so does the fate of the world, and I have had many very close readers before, and for various reasons, I have drifted apart.

In the small building group, there will also be many people, who will gradually disappear, the unthinkable that they haven't seen for a long time, and the jade that has been hidden for a long time.

However, I will miss them forever.

Maybe one day, the friends who are now dating each other every day will gradually drift away and become bookless, but the beauty of the past will remain in my heart forever.

However, at this moment, I still just want to say very hard and loudly that Xiaolou's discussion forum is the best, and Xiaolou's post bar is extremely warm, because, because I have many, many, excellent readers.

I have many, many readers that I will always miss and be proud of years to come.

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