So far, I feel pretty good about myself, but reality has really knocked me out with a few sticks.

One or two hundred meeting points per day, which is the lower limit of the record.

Not to mention the glory of the official road, this mortal world, I am writing very seriously, but this is the case.

I feel congested!

Climb high and look into the distance, full of gloom.

It's hundreds of thousands of words to say less, and it's not easy to give up!

I think it's better to persevere!

The point is that I seriously doubt my current writing, and I am stuck in stand-alone mode, with no clicks, no book reviews.

The elders in the group, you don't have to reply, I want to see if there are any diving comrades reading books.

Seeing this text, the brother who is still reading it, went to the book review area to reply, and I was glassy again.

Writing books to make money is secondary, and identity is the key!

Otherwise, this salary is really better than going to Dongguan! )