I haven't updated it for two days, first of all, I apologize to everyone. Let's open a single chapter and talk to you a few words.

For the past two days, I've been thinking, thinking about why I'm writing the book, thinking about how the book should be written. For a writer, this is an extremely painful ordeal, like a pregnant woman struggling with whether to have a fetus in her womb. Flesh and blood, line by line, I have paid not only time and body, but also my own hard work. So far, this book has been recommended by four sizes, such as strong scores and heavy homepages, and the difference in grades is beyond my imagination. In a month and a half, 2,100 collections, the shelves are out of reach, and the recommendations are gradually increasing. During this period, affected by my grades, my updates became more and more scummy, and my writing became more and more confused.

After two days of reflection, I finally had to admit one thing: after not writing for several years, the readership that suited my writing style has gradually disappeared and been replaced by a group of young readers who I am not familiar with. Faced with this kind of achievement, in the face of this environment, a wise writer should choose to give up decisively. However, I don't want to give up, because my book was meant to be read by the group of people I like. In addition to a few dead friends in the group, I also saw Su Tiancan, Frosity Yuehua, Kid in the Dark Corner, Cheng Benxi, Absolute Good Guy, Night Star Trace, Luegeng, Liubiju and other book friends who are active in the book review area, as well as a group of brothers who silently follow the army and strong soldiers all the way. In this story full of blood, as an author, if I leave my book friends behind, how is it different from my comrades-in-arms who abandoned me in battle?

I chose to keep writing, finish the story, and let it get out of the way like a floating cloud as for the grades or something. When you go to the poor place of water, you should have a heart as calm as water, which is the helplessness of a writer on the street, and it is also an unyielding struggle.

Every time I leave home to go to the office to be quiet, my one-year-old son always cries and is reluctant to let me go. Every time he came home late at night, his son was already asleep. As a father, I wanted to spend more time with him, but I relentlessly went again and again, because I really wanted to write a good book to prove myself. But obviously, this time I failed again, so let's be it, let's face it. If you are lucky enough to get into V one day, please support it with a subscription. Although this subscription can't support my family, it can at least allow me to pay more freely when I buy toys or clothes for my son, and it can be regarded as making up for the guilt I feel about my son!

In this way, put aside the burden and march forward lightly, and the bloody battle will continue! I1153