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Speaking of this epilogue, how to say it?

The story of Mo Mo and Hou Qing, that is, this system text, is the first story that Er Shuai wrote when he stepped into the Internet. (The first book in the sense of life, referred to as virgin zuo)

Let's not talk about it, why did you embark on the road of online articles, let's just say this conclusion, it should be a feeling or something, so let's start from the beginning. (Don't be disgusted with nagging)

When I wrote this book, I was just before graduating from university, I was interning at a company, and I wrote it when I had a free time at work.

"The system begs to let go: I can't wear it", which has been approved since last year, that is, on July 8, 2015, and the second marshal has continued to update the text.

After graduating from university in July, I went to the school to receive my graduation certificate and held a graduation ceremony.

The second marshal who interned in Weifang, took the high-speed train to Jinan on July 12, and held the graduation ceremony on July 13.

Because it was the first time I wrote on the Internet, I thought it was a routine that I had to take, so I asked the company for a day off after packing up my things and returning to Weifang.

It was super hot that day, hot like a dog.

After handling the things needed to sign the contract, I took my old sister to the nearest Tex, sat and sat for a day, and finally when the laptop ran out of power, I finally finished the outline of the system, so to speak, after finishing the outline, I felt that the brain and even the whole person were not good.

Things that have never been touched before, originally I just thought that it was okay to write them out and send them, but it was not until after writing the outline that the second marshal was surprised to find that he seemed to have stepped into a strange path.

There is an illusion that the road is long, and I will go up and down to seek.

It wasn't until later that Er Shuai discovered that in fact, this is not an illusion, but so correct that it can no longer be corrected, and we probably call this illusion the sixth sense.

After finishing the outline, after printing out the contract law, I went to work, and the contract was sent by the second handsome sister.

After sending the outline, the second marshal was worried, why was he worried, because he had zero experience, he thought that he would write as many words as he wanted to write on the signing contract, well, think about it, at that time, the signing contract seemed to be written in the range of 300,000 to 400,000.

When he wrote 50,000 words, Er Shuai felt that he couldn't write this number of words.

I think a story, how can it be 400,000 words?

With this question, when the second marshal was nearly 300,000, he put it on the shelves on a monthly basis, and wrote it for the first time, even if he knew what kind of story he wanted to tell, but the structure of the book was still immature and could not be more immature.

First hug the comics who have accompanied the second handsome all the way to the present.

After it was put on the shelf, there was a manuscript fee, but because of the change of work, from Weifang to Jinan, to a new work unit, a new leader, a new colleague, a new environment, the code word began to become difficult.

Because...... The company's computers are monitored.

The most painful thing is that the office where the second marshal works is an office with the leader, and cannot be connected to the wireless network.

What a miserable one?

Get up at half past six in the morning, after cleaning up, trot to the unit at half past seven, start work at eight o'clock, and get off work at five o'clock in the evening, but the company is just facing the listing, and the department leaders in order to make a good attitude to the chairman of the board, so let the second handsome who is still a newcomer, when I get off work at five o'clock, I can't go back early.

In this way, every day it was half past seven before I walked back, walked downstairs to the community, brought a dinner, and after eating, I began to code words, and I wrote and uploaded on the same day.

Because it's the first time I wrote it, I don't know what the manuscript is, and I've been naked ~ running since the beginning, naked ~ running until the sky is wasted.

At night, I code until one o'clock in the morning, maybe I stayed up late and got on the fire, and some small parts of the body in the middle began to have frequent problems, but I couldn't be as comfortable as at home when I was working outside.

Work, leadership, code words, rest, are not easy to deal with.

It wasn't until after October 1 that the body finally couldn't bear it, work pressure, leadership too leading, toothache, fire, cold, mouth ulcers, tonsils, and various complications.

However, he still didn't knock the second marshal down.

After all, I'm so strong.

However, he was still called by the Queen Mother, called home, and when he returned home, he had to quit his job.

After quitting his job, he began to be at home, concentrating on recuperation, and he still hasn't been raised well (whenever he sees the dark liquid that night, Er Shuai is indifferent: After doing this bowl of big ~ aunt ~ Mom, we are still friends. ）

There is also the one that brushes the sense of existence from time to time, a very naughty bad tooth, since August last year, I have been following the second handsome across the year, and finally last month was sent to the guillotine by the second handsome, dear dentist sister, to fill the teeth of the second handsome, it cost me a thousand oceans.

Then the second handsome who finished filling his teeth began to rely on absorbing haze, absorbing ultraviolet radiation, and all kinds of sun and moon essence from the outside world and nature to get by, no way, Ershuai is a teenager who can't even afford to eat soil.

A toothache is not a disease, it hurts so badly, and if you want to die, you have to burn money~

And then the premonition is over.

Last year, in November of 2015, Er Shuai felt as if the system was coming to an end, and then began to ponder whether to write a new book.

Then, I have been thinking about this new book since last year, and I have been thinking about it ever since.

Finally, he was dragged out of the small black room by the second handsome.

(By the way, thank you to someone who discussed the chapter with the second marshal and discussed the title of the book.) ）

After all, I just graduated and can't stay at home all the time, but because I still have to recuperate at home, I didn't go out again after quitting my job, and now I still squat at home and drink spring breeze to live. (Manuscript fee or something, alas~)

So, since you're squatting at home, you're going to keep opening new books.

Otherwise, it doesn't matter.

Serious face, here first, solemnly to the book friends who accompanied the second handsome all the way (the comics in the group, and the cold comics who did not join the group~)

Thank you very much for your support and encouragement along the way.

solemnly again: "I don't know if I will take the road of writing forever, and I don't know if I can go on with everyone forever." ”

However, all the second marshal can say now is: "Embark on this road, meet you, the second marshal has no regrets, thank you for always being there." "After all, it's too lonely to be alone.

In the words of the new book, it is: "Meeting is fate, what is the origin...... this is the origin, I hope that even in the future, the second handsome does not write, and everyone does not read the book, when I think of it again, I can unconsciously hook the corners of my mouth.

The second marshal finished speaking, and he seemed to be very nagging.

……

Well, next.

Is it going to advertise a new book or something?

Then be cheeky and advertise.

Ad time is up:

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The new book "Emperor, I lack eyes! 》

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The heroine was born without a heart, and in order to refine a true heart, she was guided by the Buddha to go to the underworld and hell;

Specializing in collecting ghosts who wander in the world, do not go to the underworld, and are reincarnated, these ghosts do not go to the underworld to be reincarnated, but they have people or things that they can't let go of, and they don't want to let go, or wealth, power......

The heroine gives them the results they want, and collects their most important memory as a reward.

Then use this memory to condense the true heart.

The male protagonist is an ancient god who was born in the chaos since the chaos was not divided, and now he is hiding in the heavenly realm of the ninefold, and the thirty-six days of glazed Qinghua Palace have been thousands of years, and he has fallen into an unapproachable, indifferent image of the cold emperor.

There is no past life, no this life. This time, in the Eighteen Divisions of the Netherworld, on the banks of the Lethe River, next to the Sansheng Stone, they met again.

Direct, leading to thunder......

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The male protagonist is abstinent, a representative of the sullen world, and a big Capricorn man who is prodigal and slow.

The heroine is very tall, one meter five will be in her early stages, and she has a cute Lori who embraces all rivers.

In a word, it is a summary of the story of the heroine who was forced to owe a lot of affection debts, and was taken back by the male protagonist to pay off the debt.

The text belongs to the easy pet text, the fairy class, one-to-one.

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The second handsome is in the crack of the door, can you say again: "Tubes~ New books are not about to be dated?" ”

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