We're number one.

At that time, in the group, I told my friends more than once that my hands were shaking, my lips were numb, my mind was blank, and I couldn't remember how to write a thank you.

So, let's start with the blank space and talk about where it is.

When I started to get into martial arts novels in my second year of junior high school, my life was almost blank except for this.

When I started writing fiction in my sophomore year, my life was pretty much blank except for that.

Is it addiction, I think, maybe it's because of laziness, it's because of fear.

My laziness, the table xiàn in academic skills.

My fears, expressed in the sophistication of human feelings.

I don't want to expand on these things to write, I just want to say, what makes a lazy guy spend more than ten hours a day lying in front of a computer desk to code words? What makes a timid guy slowly communicate, build groups, and interact with people from autistic writing?

I have never denied the impetus of the ticket, nor have I denied that writing will give me a sense of superiority over my peers and classes.

But for a young person born in a well-off family, which is more important than playing games and reading novels?

What is the use of superiority for a sullen man whose ability to express himself is a problem other than lust?

So, I would like to say that I am tired and I also have low self-esteem.

Above, it seems to be the confession of a pessimist.

But in fact, friends, what I want you to know is that I am happy because I write books, and I am also free and easy because I write books.

My favorite thing to do is to lurk in the book review area, post bar, and QQ group after the chapter is updated, and watch your discussion of the plot, and what I enjoy the most is naturally your support and praise.

In the workplace, I have no quarrel with the world, and I never worry about the gains and losses there, but on the Internet, I will be depressed by the criticism of any reader, and then ponder, or simply secretly correct it.

It's all because of you, my friends,

I'm a sullen person, I'm a clumsy person, I'm a vain person, I'm an immature person.

Such a guy should have hit a wall in society, but he is living so happily - at least in the online world.

It's all because of you, my dear friends.

At the beginning, I thought that in the name of the end month, I might be able to get 6,000 votes, or rush to 8,000 votes, and maybe get a surprise in the absence of a particularly big competition. But within a few days, I got to know our competitors for the month......

I still remember my wry smile.

But in the wee hours of the morning, I sat in front of the computer, looking at the information in the group, on the website, and in the post bar, my brain was wooden, and, I can say again, my hands were shaking, and my lips were numb.

I know that thousands of book lovers start at the beginning of the month and fight all the way to the end of the month. The fundraising sticker of the post bar hangs there, always accumulating strength, waiting for the final outbreak, and in that short twenty minutes of hellish lock screen sprint, we have almost no reference, and we are completely crazy and popular. And the end result, let's remember this number:

31145！

And this qiē is because I ...... Because of my work?

Oh, I suddenly found that it was quite hypocritical to talk about it.

But I still have to say, friends, maybe you don't know how a sullen writer expresses his feelings.

In fact, I have already written in the book: People in the world, alone, with a small circle, a large circle, the world knows or does not know, the image reflected is different, but relatively speaking, the wider the contact, the clearer the understanding of self.

Yes, friends, in fact, you are my reference, that is, my coordinates, I do not have the ability to easily get ahead in society, let alone the consciousness of being able to recognize my nature, so I can only rely on you, rely on you, in order to discover as much as possible the essence and meaning of my human existence.

I've always thought like this:

Scholars die for confidants, but I want to live for my readers.

I wrote so much in a daze, and there may be typos or inconsistencies in the above, please forgive me.

Bariatric experts pause