(This is an article written by Stone on Father's Day, and it is posted here to commemorate, and I hope that my hope will always be the same.) Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info）

Today is June 19th, 2016, which is Father's Day, but I am ashamed, and it is also today that I suddenly remembered that it was my father's birthday a few days ago. And just when the whole family was celebrating my father, I went straight to the Internet café after dinner to update the novel...

When I got home, it was almost 1 o'clock in the evening, and I fell asleep, and the next morning I got up, confused, and started the day's work, not thinking about what happened at home last night.

Since signing the contract to become an online writer, I have been trembling and cautious all the time, in order to complete the basic tasks of daily 2 and 3k to give readers a qualified impression, I have almost no time to rest at night, from 7 o'clock after dinner, basically forget everything and go straight to the Internet café codeword, so selflessly immersed in the world of novels, day after day to the present.

In the eyes of others, I am a wooden and inflexible, silent and troubled young man who does not know how to deal with people, because I am not like other peers who can play wildly and are as boring as a piece of wood, so my popularity is also very poor, and my relatives and neighbors have hardly commented on me in the past 20 years. A thousand words, the theme is nothing more than that, this baby is estimated to be like this in this life.

I was so bland that I barely existed, like an ignorant teenager who had been living in his own world, and would never grow up.

There is no confidant, no enthusiasm and self-motivation for career work, that is, every time my father sees me, there is only a shaking head and sighing, and that back, so low and disappointed, getting older and older, has to impress me.

He didn't understand me very much, thinking that I had nothing to do at night, and I didn't dare to tell him that I was writing novels on the Internet, on the one hand, this is not my full-time career after all, my main source of funding is still my daytime work, and my novels have just started, online novels are not like traditional literature, and it is difficult to see achievements without a few years of time and word count, so this kind of blank check does not mean much even if it is said to him, but it only increases the pressure of being expected, and it is better to surprise him on the day of success.

But as I wrote, I found that my communication with my father was getting less and less and farther away, and I often left the table halfway as soon as I served him a bowl of rice at dinner, and at the end of the day, I didn't say anything to him.

At this moment, I can't help but think, what is the purpose of perseverance these days, and what is the purpose of writing novels?

For the sake of vanity? Satisfy yourself with a gimmick of playing with literature?

No, everything is for dreams, in order to fulfill my dreams from childhood to adulthood, standing at the peak of the stage, being in the limelight, being able to see the affirmative eyes of my family, and hearing the applause of my relatives and friends, so that my father can really be proud of me from the bottom of his heart, and proud of my son's brilliance!

Looking up at the brilliant and colorful starry sky alone, I kept chasing the ethereal and invisible so-called dreams in my heart, and the light that only I could see.

A thousand words, just want to shout:

Lao Li!

I have no other ability, I hope I can use this 'pen' in my hand in my lifetime to take you into the glory and share those looking up and applause!

May my spirit not die, and may you live a long life!

Hats off to you!

Xiao Li pen.