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As always, I asked for a fried sauce noodle and ate it slowly against the wall. It's still so much, there's still so little fried sauce, and there's still a few bites of noodles. It's been three years and nothing has changed.

Put the computer on your back, it's still that classroom, it's still that corner, and sit there and start coding words.

I haven't told anyone about writing a book, so I know about it.

I just wrote it slowly.

The motivation for writing this book is also interesting. One afternoon I fell asleep and had a chivalrous dream, and when I woke up, I decided to write this book. I'm used to doing things casually, but if I decide on something, I'll definitely do it.

After a long time in the making, I started applying for authors and started uploading chapters.

I can't help but feel a little happy in my heart, thinking about one day becoming a god, countless people discuss with me the characters I like in the book, discuss the plot I like, and occasionally look at the people around me reading the novels I wrote, just say: Look at this, you can also read it if it is so bad. This kind of thing will wake you up from a dream when you think about it.

When I signed the contract, I really woke up laughing.

I always thought that I was very free and easy, as long as I wrote books with peace of mind and wrote what I wanted to express, the grades didn't matter, as long as I was happy to write.

However, every morning when I wake up, I look at my phone, how much has the click risen?

it, it actually fell off......

It turns out that he is a vulgar person after all!

Those who are free and don't care are just what they think, and they still crave the recognition and affirmation of others in their hearts after all.

I really like to have friends to brag about. Wearing big flower pants, pulling slippers, sitting at a barbecue stall on the side of the road, eating skewers, blowing each other, blowing from the south and north of the world, pointing out the country, and exalting words, as if they were really good.

It's a pity that now I can only eat noodles alone.

I have to say, I'm a dead fighter......

The reason is very simple, who is to blame for the rotten self-writing......

However, I never thought of giving up this book, even if the writing is terrible, but I have been improving, I will write better and better, the characters I create, the world I conceive, if I don't finish it, I always feel sorry for myself.

The original intention of writing the book was not to make money, but to tell a story, so I had to finish the story anyway. At the end of the day, I still love this story, and I still love those ethereal dreams.

Once, when I was alone, at ten o'clock in the evening, I was walking on a road with my schoolbag on my back, and the whole road was on my own. I looked at the long road, and suddenly felt that it was a long time, and I came to the middle of the road, although I was alone, but I felt that this was destined to be the road I was going to take, and I must look up and walk well.

The conversation is messy and I don't know what to say......

Bottom line: I'm so happy when you come to see my book!

I'd love to talk to you if I could.

Finally, I am very grateful to the editor in charge, as well as the young readers who have always supported me (so-and-so disguised as a little girl, handsome, taciturn second, third child who talks nonsense all day long) and a large group of friends in the group.