You can't be sadistic when writing online articles, you can't let the protagonist play soy sauce for a long time, and the plot must always be arranged around the protagonist - I understand the truth, but I want to be willful!

Careful book friends may have noticed that the plot of the previous paragraph is a little different from the style of the previous one, in fact, I think this plot has been thinking about it for a long time.

Do the monks of the Harmony League have to die so violently? Of course not, I have many ways to change this episode, but after thinking about it, I wrote it anyway, and I was very moved when I wrote it.

Two years ago, I stepped into the online literature industry and started my coding career with great confidence, but I was splashed with a basin of cold water, and what I wrote couldn't even meet the standard of signing a contract.

I was unwilling to add an author group, there were more than a dozen signed writers in it, and I bragged about what recommendations I had in it all day long, and how many collections I had raised, and I was envious at the time.

Later, after a period of study, I finally reached the level of signing a contract, and as for the results, of course, it was on the street, but for me, I always dreamed of becoming a god in my heart, and I felt that the light would come soon.

It's a pity that the ideal is very full, but the reality is very cruel, for two years, I have not achieved anything, and gradually I began to doubt myself, whether I am really not that material, whether I have been blind confidence.

When the hesitation hits, I realize that how can people be as strong as they imagined?

At that time, the author group had already become a dead group, and some of the dozen or so contracted writers at that time had already bid farewell to their coding careers, some of the things they wrote were no longer able to sign contracts, and some were forced by life to become gunmen.

But either way, they don't speak in that group anymore.

At that time, I had a friend who took good care of me and taught me a lot when I didn't understand anything at first, but now I can't contact him anymore.

I think he should say goodbye to the online literature industry completely.

I miss him a little.

The days when a person hitting the street are lonely and cold, there is a fog in front of him, he can't see the direction clearly, he gives up a lot of things for the code word, and sometimes he asks himself: "Is it worth it?"

I don't have an answer to this question myself, but I want to keep trying, otherwise I won't be reconciled.

I just dedicate this plot to myself and my old friend who has long been out of touch.

You've left first, and I'm still on my way!(To be continued......)