Chapter 115 I don't dare to say anything when I hit the street and put it on the shelf, so I only want to talk about two dollars!

At this moment, there is snow in the north, and the temperature is eight degrees below zero!

I was in an unheated room, typing on a keyboard I picked up from a trash can, facing a screen of my big head, which was already half black...... Seriously typing this passage! Not very bleak, from the bottom of my heart!

Logically speaking, at the level of this book, I don't dare to say anything at all......! Thinking back, I was also a man who called the pen name Furious Sweet Potato, Sugar Plus Four Spoonfuls, and the Eighteenth Generation of Fishmen......

But sweet potatoes are not necessarily bigger than potatoes, I am obviously malnourished, and sugar plus four spoons is not necessarily sweeter than three spoonfuls, plus more is bitter, as for the eighteenth generation of fish people, I won't say anything, let's experience it myself!

So, my past is simply a history of blood and tears on the street, and from this book, I can finally shout that the whole street has been contracted by me!

But the testimonial is to be written after all, not for anything else, because I don't want to be sorry for the expired two-pot head (exclusively sponsored by Uncle Wang next door) that was stuffy just now......

Without further ado, I intend to write a poem about the future of this book, the past and the present.

Let you feel my surging cultural literacy, after all, I am the man who makes Song Xiaofeng tremble, if I shout "Ah"! He will be able to cry in fear, writing poems is not aimed at anyone, the poems I write, except for punctuation, are all rubbish (force)!

This poem is as follows, if there is any similarity, it must be copied from me!

(Ah! Brother is 20,000 yards a day, and the poor only eat instant noodles; if you subscribe or not, you can do it, after all, the data is quite finished!)

(Unless no one is watching, it's definitely not a prison; roll up your sleeves and hold your chest high, it's not over until you don't know it!ah! it's not over...... ENDS!)

After the poem is written, let's talk about the necessary procedures in the testimonial, and the ones who should go still have to go.

First of all: Selling badly?

It's impossible to sell it in a lifetime, and even if you sell a kidney, it won't sell badly, because I have nothing but miserable, and if I have to say that there is something left, it is estimated that only handsome (decay) will remain!

Secondly: Update (Break Change?Eunuch?)

Masturbation more or less, as for the broken watch and the eunuch, it doesn't exist, even if the hand is gone, I roll the keyboard with my face, I can go down, the eunuch is even more impossible, the Qing Dynasty is dead, the eunuch can't find a job, and I don't know where to find the "Sunflower Treasure Book"......

Next:

Thank you, first of all, thank you to the editor, don't sign me a contract, I don't even have a chance to testify, thank you!

And then thank those who silently support maybe not at all, anyway, I can't see the big guys, thank you for your support, let me have the courage to speak.

Finally, thank myself, thank you for not giving up for so many years, and, in particular, a special statement, the street of the creation city has been contracted by me, if there are still authors who want to pounce, please contact my editor herbal tea, and then tell you my phone number, and then help me pay the phone bill, and then you can buy a seat on the street, all family prices, eighty-five discount!

(Woooooooo......oo The second pot head is energetic, I cry for a while, and then code two chapters, on the shelves on Friday......! Maybe I can't ask for it, but I really want it!)

2018.11.28.06:30 (Indeed, handsome) !!! written in a cold rental house in Bingcheng! (For heating bills, Chong Duck! If you drink high, you will talk a lot, long live understanding!)