I had just finished writing a chapter and was about to wash and sleep, when I suddenly heard the sound of rain outside the window, and before I had time to think about it, the white and bright raindrops fell on the windowsill of the study, and some of them also crossed the screen window and hit my bare belly, which was very cold.

The sudden rain dispelled my sleepiness, and when I looked back at the portrait of Zhong Kui in red hanging on the wall of the study, I felt that there should be no beautiful female ghost coming to the study to have a tryst with me at this moment.

I opened the writing background and got ready to chat with my dear friends.

The book Tang Man's Table has only really entered the field of writing that I am good at, and I like to write some delicate characters, and then use these delicate characters to promote the progress of the story.

I love the supporting characters more than the main character, but this kind of writing is very unpleasant a lot of the time, there is only one strong protagonist in a novel, and this book is basically a failure, but, in the online field, such a protagonist is sought after, thank you for having such a high tolerance for me.

I love the wilderness very, very much, and I used to say that I always wanted to go naked in the wilderness, and this is not just talking, but I really crave the primitive feeling of running naked in the wilderness.

Primitive people don't wear clothes much, clothes are a product of civilization, and I even think that this thing should not exist except for warmth.

I'm probably really perverted, with a growing dislike of big cities, of fine food, of well-packaged urbanites, and of any sound on the TV.

Well, let's be a little happy, the mentally very bad 2 has just won the title of "four batches of talents" in Gansu Province, which is said to be very high-level and has many uses, and there are only 50 of the 27 million people in the province. The world is full of people congratulating me, but I can't think of any congratulations.

We have a fucking epidemic here, I was going to Zhangye to see my old friend Zhu San on the day I was going to put the book on the shelves, by the way, I should have gone to see him a long time ago, but I was always delayed by broken things, I really miss him, this kind of missing is not relieved by phone calls or video meetings, there may be nothing to say when we meet, but it's very pleasant to be together.

Now I can't go again, I have another epidemic here, I'm very disappointed.

Oh, by the way, I'm tired of the endless deposits, ready to be put on the shelves on the 20th, and the manuscripts will be thrown away quickly, the original purpose of saving manuscripts is to let me have the time to reunite with old friends, and now, this goal can't be achieved, so I put it on the shelves early, and muster up the courage to continue writing as soon as possible.

I don't know what to say, I originally wanted to write an essay about the mood, but it ended up being a small talk, and in the future, there will be a lot of this kind of dream-like chatter, I hope you don't be surprised, for me, except for two or three old friends, in fact, with you is the most familiar friend, in reality I don't like to talk much.

Love you 2 mornings