It was a belated letter of apology and a small goodbye.

It's a bit long, if you're not very busy, I still hope that those book friends who have been waiting for an update will read it.

In the past six months, I have been updating weekly and monthly, and in fact, I have always wanted to apologize to all of you who have subscribed to the books that have been rewarded.

But the single chapter called "Joker" that I posted last time was for more than 100 floors, which really left a psychological shadow on me.

In addition, I can't update stably, so I haven't dared to speak.

To be precise, it feels like someone like me who is not qualified to speak.

It has been updated quietly and intermittently for half a year, and before apologizing, it seems that there is still an explanation owed to the book friends who have been waiting for a while.

But if I really want to explain, I need to tell a long, long story that I feel physically and mentally exhausted just thinking about it.

No one has the patience to read it, no one wants to know, and more people just think that I am making up a story, so I won't talk about it.

You just need to know that I, a brain-dead person with a low character, have been living in pain every day for half a year.

If you think about it this way, you should feel a lot better.

Although all this time has passed, and less than a tenth of the readers remain, I still hope that those who have completely despaired of me will see this chapter in the future.

I am here to apologize to you for living up to your expectations, really...... I'm sorry!

……

In the past year, I gritted my teeth every day, and every day I was worse than dead.

I felt like I should have died a long time ago, at least a hundred, but I didn't.

As for the reason, it's ridiculous...... Because I'm afraid of death!

Fortunately, God gave me another chance.

Two months ago, I had a chance to be reborn, and it was the day I wrote about the fall of death and the rebirth of Lin Kun!

Because I wrote the book, the plot in the book is closely related to me and my life.

At the beginning of this book, although it was dark, it was very cool and relaxed.

Because at that time, I felt that this book was the best book I had ever written.

Every book I've written before this is purely based on inspiration, and when I open the document, I write it, and I write wherever I want to, so the stories I have written before have countless loopholes.

And this one is different, every story, every plot, I spend a lot of time in advance to write a detailed outline.

Confirm that there are no obvious loopholes in the logic, and the reversal is reasonable, and I read it repeatedly and dare to upload it if I think it is no problem.

I spent more than a week writing the first few chapters alone, and the outline listed dozens of plot developments and the possibility of reversals.

Without a doubt, this is the most serious book I have ever written, far more than any other book I've ever written, in terms of brains, logic, stories, and painstaking efforts.

Of course, it's tiring to write.

However, because the grades were quite good, and there were a lot of book reviews, I had a lot of fun writing and even felt this way countless times...... Maybe this book will be a hit?

Of course, due to a few disgusting things that happened in the middle, my glass heart gradually became a little unbearable.

What really broke me was after it hit the shelves.

When it was close to being put on the shelves, the plot was already a bit weak.

I know the results shouldn't be too good, but the results have to be a little better than my previous book "Endless Force", right?

After all, in my opinion, this book is at least two or three notches higher than my previous book "Endless Force".

Not to mention that the grades have increased by two or three times, at least they have to be a lot higher, right?

Outcome...... You should be able to guess.

The subscription to this book was not as high as my previous book "Endless Force", which I wrote casually, and I was actually on the verge of collapse at that time.

At that time, I had always regarded this book as my last hope for turning over, and I poured all my heart and soul into it, but in the end, this was the result?

It's ridiculous.

Due to the near collapse, my mood became more and more depressed, and I became more and more tired of thinking about the plot, and the number of Kavin became more and more.

As a result, my stories became more and more depressing.

It's obviously a cool article, but later it completely became an abusive text.

To be honest, the readers who can stick to it are all true love.

……

This book is not so much about writing about Lin Kun's story as it is about myself.

After Lin Kun was reborn, he discovered a new path through the little black cat, and as I said in the article, this was his last chance.

Again, this is my last chance!

During the Chinese New Year, when I met my old classmates and asked me what I was doing, I could pretend not to care and say, "Eat and die." ”

When I met a relative and asked me what I was doing, I could say perfunctorily, "I didn't do anything."

However, my parents can't!

I can write and dream, don't marry a wife, have children, buy a house or a car, because I don't care about those things.

But, my parents care!

They knew that I had been stubborn since I was a child, but they still took the trouble to persuade me again and again.

When I went to pay New Year's greetings, several relatives said again and again that this was a crooked way, saying that I didn't want the right way in my head.

I'm just a joke in their eyes, a waste that can be teased at will.

As much as I hate to admit it, I can't find a reason to refute it.

When I went back that day, I didn't go home and stayed outside for the night.

Because I feel like I've lost my parents' face, and I don't have the face to see them.

I can be shameless, but they can't!

I know that it's almost time for me to be realistic, and almost to be mature......

The next day, under the persuasion of my parents again, I wanted to nod my head and agree to them, and obediently do the work they wanted me to do.

But I knew very well that the job they asked me to do would not have been able to spare a little more time to write.

Just nodding your head is like announcing that I will never write again in my life.

As long as the nod and the dust settles, whether it is them or me, it will become easy to root.

Just nod your head and it's over!

But I just can't click on my head.

At that moment I realized that I actually really enjoyed writing!

From writing in a notebook when I was in junior high school, to staying up late in an Internet café in high school, uploading more than a dozen chapters at the starting point, and then officially starting to study in college, writing as a profession.

It's a career I've loved since I was a child, and it's been my lifelong dream to support my family by writing.

I think...... Give yourself another chance!

So, I decided to be willful one last time.

I told them: let me write for another year, and if by the end of the year, the monthly income is less than 10,000 yuan, I will not write.

They say that with a monthly income of 10,000 yuan, it is difficult to support their families.

But for me, who has a monthly income of only a few hundred, it is already a difficult goal to achieve!

In the end, they reluctantly agreed.

……

And just like that, I reverted to the update.

It took almost ten days of desperate study and hard updating every day to barely recover his state.

But I know very well that now that this book has been interrupted for so long, few people have read it, and there will be no more attendance awards and semi-annual awards.

If you want to improve, you have to work hard to update.

So, this month, except for the first day after Kavinka's awesomeness, the other days are four watches a day.

The time of coding words every day is at least more than ten hours, except for the time of three meals, all the time in the code words.

After each write, I am tired and exaggerated, dizzy, but really fulfilling.

It's like going back to a few years ago when I first started writing books, when there were only dozens of people reading them, but I could stick to the code words for more than ten hours a day.

Sometimes, a comment that pops up out of nowhere can make me happy for a long time.

……

I thought I was back, I thought I could keep four watches until the end of the book.

Until yesterday, Kavinka was about to blow up in my head, and I wrote a chapter in five hours, and I was dizzy after writing it, so I thought about reading the comments and piggybacking on a break before continuing.

Until I saw a comment saying that I wanted to abandon the book, saying that I didn't write it like a person before and after.

This simple sentence was like a slap in the face, and it woke me up directly!

Indeed, such a garbage article, no matter how much you write, it is rubbish.

Desperately updating, it's nothing more than a crazy pile of garbage, and it doesn't do anything other than disgust others.

I'm still who I am, and I don't have the talent to work hard enough.

After writing for so long, the style is still inexplicable and the writing is a mess.

I don't know what the reader wants to see, and I don't know how to write a refreshing plot.

If you have a little inspiration, you can't wait to write it in one go, but in the middle and late stages, you will lack inspiration and the story will be boring.

I don't want to go with the flow, but I can't write anything new.

The stories you write can never move others, you can only move yourself.

Neither cheekily asks for recommendations, rewards, or monthly passes, nor does it take the initiative to ask pirated readers to subscribe.

Don't look at what kind of character you are?

What do you think you've written? Will others cry and shout to vote for you and give you a subscription?

What a stupid and naïve, glass-hearted and inferior bug to the bone!

……

It took a whole day from last night to today, and I finally recognized myself.

This so-called last chance is just an unwilling attempt in my heart.

Through this last chance, complete the bet with your parents, and then soar into the sky, that is the plot of the story.

I'm a waste that can never be the hero of a story!

……

Of course, I'm not going to leave there.

I will at least finish this book well, and at least let those book friends who abandon the book in the future see an ending.

But the plot behind it shouldn't be too exciting, after all, with my level of garbage, it's really funny to force this kind of reasoning to write.

If I could, I think the book would be over 100,000 words, or at least not too bad.

Rest assured, there will be no more forced four shifts a day.

Take your time with two shifts a day, maybe one shift when you are a carven, and give me a day off today.

……

Finally, I published my first book on December 25, 2015, and I hope I will write it until December 25 of this year.

It's just the fourth anniversary, and it can be regarded as a perfect end to my career as a stinky fish and shrimp writer!

When the time comes, if there are still readers, there will be another solemn farewell.

If you think about it, in the past few years, I have only dared to write in one style for the sake of results.

Actually, I've wanted to write about other genres for a long time.

I want to write a literary entertainment, the kind that is brainless and refreshing......

I wanted to write an online game, the kind of simple and pure......

I want to write an urban, laid-back and happy ......

I want to write a post-apocalyptic book, the thrilling and exciting kind......

It's just that I've always known that my current level is not enough, and I'm afraid that writing it is not as good as shit, and I want to wait a few more years for a little stronger pen power to write.

But now it's impossible to wait for a few years, and after a while, when you're in a good mood, you can write casually, and maybe you can open a few books in one go.

If you see it at that time, it's best not to open it, because ...... I really can't write!