Recently, "Qingyang" has been even slower, very slow, like a turtle crawling.

So, this book has only one reader left - myself.

I often review what I have written, well, there are a lot of typos, the plot is unreasonable, the details are not properly described, the text is not well expressed, and so on.

I can find a lot of faults, but just like a child, no matter how bad the child is, it is also biological. If you make a mistake, you can correct it, if you don't write it well, you can also write it slowly later.

After these two months, I realized that I don't pay attention to click-through rates anymore, and I don't look at the articles I write to see if anyone has read them or commented on them.

This book, so quietly let it take root, sprout, grow, and then apopt here. No one is paying attention, there is only one person in front of it, and that is myself - as its creator.

Isn't that sensational? No, it won't.

This is a lonely trip, and there is only one person loyal to accompany it, Dong Fenghan.

Writing a novel is actually quite simple for me. I had a dream at night, and the dream was the story of Qingyang. So, the next day, I wrote it down.

In the dream, I extracted all the deeds about Qingyang and reproduced them on paper, and it was obvious that my ability to withdraw was very weak, but it didn't matter. Everything, I am watching, and I am also transmitting.

I remember a certain author said that writing a story is like smashing a mirror, and carving all the people and things in the mirror into the text. And such a process must be scarred and blood spattered.

So at this moment, my process is not bloody.

This trip was really lonely. From the passion at the beginning, to the decadence and confusion now. The only constant is that kind of hellish attachment.

Yes, attachment, I don't know what I'm attaching to. TMD, these days, I thought that if I wrote a little text, I could be like potatoes, tomatoes, and three less!

It's like a complaint, it's unpleasant to vomit, and life still has to be lived. This Qingyang,I'll continue to write.,It's just that the update seems to be very slow lately.,yes.,It's slow.。 Gradually lost his passion, and he was not interested in the update, and he kept delaying it.

I won't delay it tomorrow, and I will definitely write out that update.

In fact, recently I found that I was still locked in fame and fortune, but, then again, I don't write Qingyang for fame and fortune, what am I writing for, I'm so entangled in the click-through rate, what is it for, haha, as soon as I think about it, I began to sarcastically mock myself and laugh angrily.

Well, fame and fortune aside, Lao Tzu will write well. No matter what update speed you have, update the law, no longer care about what readers are not readers, and no longer worry about what broken clicks, Lao Tzu will be an alien, and Lao Tzu will do a useless work! Even if I am old, I still have the opportunity to casually watch my own fantasy, my youthful frivolity!

It's not masturbation, it's not inferiority, it's not stupidity!

All things are sad, and the years have passed. Just because of the madness of youth, the old man has recalled.