I've always had a lot to talk to you about, but I've been so depressed for a while that I'm almost bored with my head and I'm writing when I put down my pen and suddenly I don't know what to say.

What I've always believed is that hard work will inevitably be rewarded, but not necessarily an equivalent reward that can exactly match that effort.

I'm still trying my best, even if the rewards aren't equal.

Readers who have followed my urban books know that I have always been willing to spend energy on data search, word processing, and accurate details, even if most readers don't care, just need to be cool, I have done the best I can within my ability.

I can't say that my text is really worth that much subscription money, but I'm willing to do my best for everyone who spends the money.

But I found that one of the major flaws in my urban writing is that I like to be more honest in terms of authenticity, which leads to all kinds of unpleasantness.

People who like it may think that this has the best sense of substitution, and people who don't like it think that what are you doing with those high-voltage lines?

Actually, I've tried to avoid it, but who would have thought that a little money would become a bad consumption......

A lot of the time, as a creator with my own ideas, I'm really okay.

So there is this book.

It's a not-so-successful transformation that doesn't take much thought into creative technique, and is written purely for the sake of telling a story.

There are many old friends who criticize me for my poor rhythm and procrastination, but I sincerely accept it and am willing to change it.

However, there are always such and such problems in transformation, and I can only do my best within my ability to continue to learn and grow, so as to bring you a better reading experience.

Success or failure is meaningful to me, and I really felt a great pleasure in this hasty creation, which calmed down a lot of restlessness and boredom in my heart.

As a creator, it is quite incompetent to always mention your own efforts and not mention the quality of the book.

So this time, I didn't dare to ask for everyone's support, what monthly passes, subscriptions, rewards, I didn't dare to mention a word.

To put it simply, the heart is empty.

I don't know what kind of hanging I told this story, whether it deserves everyone's liking.

So don't want anything, support it if you want to, don't scold if you don't think it's good, let's go far, see you in the next book.

After going through success and failure, folding three dreams, I am still that pious apprentice of words.

I also wish you all the best, all the best, a happy mood, and be able to find simple ease and happiness in reading.

Sincerely, respects.

Hit the street bread and thank you again and again, everyone has been with you all the way.