It's going to be on the shelves soon, and I want to talk to everyone.

This book can be said to have gone through hardships, and I wanted to work hard to update it, I hope everyone can read it a little more refreshingly, but the new book period of the mother can't be more, and that's it.

Through this matter, there is only one thing that the author bacteria wants to say, that is, the update guarantee of the author bacteria! As long as everyone likes to watch it, the author bacteria must explode after they are put on the shelves!

There is also a point about the plot, because the author bacteria saw everyone's comments and conjectures of the plot (yes, the author bacteria will read the messages every day!). First of all, I am very grateful to everyone for participating in the story, so that the author bacteria also have recognition.

Secondly, the author wants to say that the direction and twists and turns of the plot will far exceed everyone's imagination, and those routines will be completely different from those routines in the past.

Finally, tell a story!

I vaguely remember the time before this year.

My girlfriend and I are about to get married, but she suddenly said that I am writing novels, which is unstable, and I am still writing about Datang and Honghuang, which used to be popular, but now how many people write? Everyone else writes Daming to make money, but you write about Datang Honghuang has long been outdated and can't make money.

You can't give me the life I want.

These are her exact words.

At that time, I was powerless.

Looking at her departing figure, I wanted to stay, but finally stopped.

Cowardly, I could only grit my teeth and squeeze my hands tightly, just like this, watching her leave step by step and walk out of my life.

For the first time, I felt that life was so helpless, that I was just a waste.

Since then, there has been no contact.

But last year, she came to see me once and told me that she was getting married in a few months.

I asked her what kind of person she was working with.

She said that her fiancé is the author of so-and-so, very literary, and he also writes about Daming, earns a lot of money every month, and can take care of his family.

I was silent.

In my mind.

Although that website is not famous, it makes too much money, dozens of times better than my 100 subscription writers.

Weak, deeply powerless.

I've been downstairs to see her once since.

She's happy, and I'm happy.

I think it's time for me to think about my life.

I had a dream last night, and the dream was 5 years ago.

Familiar streets, familiar scenes, but I just didn't find anyone familiar.

In the dream, I woke up crying.

I know... There is no going back to the past.

Now all that's left is nostalgia.

And now that I'm older, I suddenly feel lost.

I often can't sleep at night, sitting on the road, drinking and smoking alone, not knowing what to do on the road ahead?

I thought to myself, is this the end of my life?

Sink like this?

At this point, I said I shouldn't have done this, threw down the bottle, turned on my phone, and opened the book again.

Why can her fiancé earn money, and I can't?

Although I have 100 subscription writers, I can climb up little by little with hard work! I'm going to climb, crawl hard! I'm going to climb higher than his fiancé!

Don't bully young people into poverty!

So I went crazy with my studies, crazy codewords.

That's it.

I put another novel on the shelves, although there were only single-digit subscriptions on the shelves, and there was no number change, so on the day it was put on the shelves, she called me and told me not to bother, hurry up and find a factory to work, I will never be her fiancé's opponent.

At this moment, I was silent.

I naively thought that as long as I wrote it, I would be popular and she would fall in love with me again.

But one night a month later.

She called me and said she was getting married tomorrow.

I immediately dropped the novel I was writing and drove 400 kilometers overnight to the downstairs of her house.

Seeing the happy word on her downstairs door, the light of Fang Wen was still on.

I called her and I wanted to ask her why.

She shook her head and said, do you think you are still the same you were back then? Wake up, Datang and Honghuang are garbage now, Da Ming is a god, and Ling is just a street fighter who doesn't subscribe to more than 100 people, even if we are together, what do you use to support me? And he is different, he is a 1000 order boss, he can support me with novels.

That's when I knew.

How wrong I was.

After hanging up the phone.

I grabbed a couple of beers from the car and sat on a park chair downstairs from her house.

The wine is gone.

A pack of cigarettes is gone.

It's almost dawn.

The horn of the car was honking from far away, and I knew the car that picked her up was coming.

Today she is going to be someone else's bride.

It's a pity that the groom is not me.

She looks especially beautiful today.

I watched her get into the wedding car.

The firecrackers crackled, and the car drove away.

I stayed where I was until the car faded away and disappeared from my sight.

I realized that she really left me!

My heart hurt like a pinprick that day.

I'm crying... Crying very sadly, crying heartbreakingly!

But I have loved and said this woman, so I don't have any regrets.

I hate myself, I hate my bad writing, the story is not exciting, and the character is not strong.

I hate me for being a street fighter!

No way!

Her one, he's the author of a thousand orders!

And me?

Just a street fighter who doesn't subscribe to a hundred! In the past, the maximum was only 1,000 yuan a month!

I said to myself, forget about her!

Although the groom is not me, I have loved and said the bride...

I suddenly felt that I had no regrets.

Success or failure, everything is empty again.

Whether you live or die, life is a hundred years.

Why should I be obsessed with one outcome?

But just when I was ready to turn away.

A call came from the phone.

She called.

On the phone, she cried and said to me: Forget me, unless..."

Is there a turning point for the better?

I excitedly said, "Unless what? ”

She choked up and said, "Unless you have 1,000 orders for your new book, we can't do it!" My parents won't agree either! Do you know? In fact, I hung up the phone last night, I have been secretly watching you drink and smoke behind the curtains, I cried all night, I hate! Why are you a street hitter, why don't you even have a subscription of 100! Why! ”

I held the phone tightly and said nervously and excitedly, "My new book is going to be on the shelves tonight, can you wait for me another day?" I have learned the lessons of the past in this book, and the readers and friends are also very face-saving, they are all rich people, tall and handsome, and their girlfriends are beautiful! They said that as long as I keep writing this book and don't have to be imprisoned, they will give me all the orders. ”

She said that she was silent for a long time before she said slowly, "Okay, I'll wait for you one more day, don't let me down." ”

........

All right!

The story is over.

My original, Bayuan, don't steal the author's friends!

Ladies and gentlemen, rich girlfriends, beautiful readers.

Can you give me a first order?