Today is the twentieth day of the challenge!

Unconsciously... It's the twentieth day!

Does it seem like it can really be challenged for a month? or even more?

Although it is very hard, my brain, my liver, and my waist are resisting to continue to work like this, but I can't let go of this strength, I don't want to loose... Waste paper understands very well that this is loose, and it will be difficult to mention it again.

After all, the waste paper is already thirty years old, and it is still thirty years old who has been destroyed by perennial sedentary bodies. The number of words that could be easily achieved at the age of 20 is like rushing to the battlefield every day for today's waste paper.

I once fantasized about a day or a week into a boutique.

Now it seems to be getting more and more distant!

It is rumored that there are many bigwigs who are moving forward, and they have achieved subscription take-off through continuous explosions.

Waste paper does not dare to be extravagant, only one ... Regrets.

Maybe when you look back at a certain period, dare to say a word... I have already tried my best, and the waste paper is worthy of all the book friends who support the waste paper. At least dare to fight with your life, and you can fight with your life.

Now, the waste paper has reduced the requirements, and I only look forward to the average order of more than 2,000 this month, and three months... You can also count on the boutique.

If it doesn't work out... Don't count on it in the future!

Waste paper is very dull, very stupid, not good at communicating, not good at drilling, do not understand what the market is, do not know what is called regular change, or... Writing has taken up nearly 80% of the energy and brain of waste paper, and the rest is left for family, as for friends... Ten years of coding words, the friends of waste paper have long been drifting away, and in the lonely world, they have become a self-righteous loner.

Poor? Not pitiful! Even the word 'deserved' can be used to make the simplest statement.

Seeing the above paragraph, the waste paper is even very clear, and some people have something to say.

There will be people who want to stand on a moral point and do some life education on waste paper. Or more spicy and merciless sarcasm.

But is life good to teach?

I can't live what I imagined in my own mind, but how can I live in that ideal and pure state in reality?

Ten years of code words, has gone through a lot of detours, and has also suffered a lot of losses. I know the pain of this profession, and I know many of its secrets, but I am still willing to abide by the original intention of a writer.

However, this original intention, perhaps tomorrow, will collapse.

So, is it because I write too badly, or is it five changes a day, which is not enough to impress everyone!

I don't want to get everyone's kind guidance here, there are a lot of truths, the waste paper is very transparent, and it is also very clear, but there are also four big words in front of you 'powerless'.

There are some books that others can't write on waste paper. There are some paths that others can walk, but waste paper can't. There are some practices that others can do, but waste paper can't.

Some books, waste paper has to be written like this.

It's like a company with a lot of jobs.

Some people can easily get a high salary, and some people are diligent, but they can only eat three meals to eat.

It may seem different, but it's not the same.

Each life has its own opportunities, each has its own choices, and each has its own creation.

A road had already been planned, some on the fast lane, others on the muddy winding road.

Waste paper is just an ordinary person who lives in a small town, and his parents rely on making small meals and working hard to grow up. Stumbled all the way, his face was covered with black blue, and he was covered in injuries, but in the end, he only consumed his youth.

It took three years to write three books, just asking for an A-level contract, and once spent a year and a half writing more than 3 million words, and took less than 30,000 yuan, but he was ecstatic. I once relied on my mother's subsistence allowance to survive the most powerless years, and because my pockets were empty, I missed many experiences and excitement that my life might have.

Once when he was a teenager, the ambitions and bold promises he made are now only a white ash left. The guy who was passionate about the words in the book has long since drifted away, and his mind is gradually gloomy.

Nowadays... All he wanted was to provide for his family.

Life is difficult, how can there be such freedom as written?

Sometimes the most exhausting thing is not to exhaust your energy day by day, and then sit like a fool in a chair for an hour or two. The brain is in such a state of confusion that it even forgets what year and month it is. But when you know that your efforts may be useless, or they may be like a joke... The hesitation and absurdity that comes after the surge of grief and indignation.

I don't think it's a reality that can't be faced.

Because in reality, a guy like me... Maybe a lot.

In the fast-paced society, the success and excitement that are preached have nothing to do with us.

We're just trying to live hard and trying to do our best.

The writing is all fascination with the authorities, and although the onlookers are clear, they are difficult to reconcile, and there are different opinions, some with good intentions, and some not necessarily. Therefore, most of the time, you can only rely on your own experience to judge how you should continue.

I'm thinking, but I have to let go.

I downplayed the existence of the self in the text, but found that the text without the self did not belong to the realm that I could invade.

Those things that used to shine with me are no longer popular, and they are only suitable for becoming a shallow trace in the past, which is pulled out from time to time as a prop to sting me.

I struggled hard, trying to break out of one direction, but I knew clearly that both directions were the same, and they were all the same.

Some people say... There is light ahead, run with the light, and you can go very fast.

But behind the light, there are too many people chasing, and I can't squeeze behind the light at all.

When the sky is not shining, the sun and the moon are not shining, and when the earth is not shining, the grass and trees do not grow. Success or failure, sometimes I have to admit that hard work and ability only account for three points, and the remaining seven points... What do you rely on?

Waste paper always remembers that I once met someone in the elevator unexpectedly.

In the small elevator, only two people were silent.

When the elevator is open.

He stepped out of the elevator and went to the clouds, and the waste paper remained in place.

There were twenty-five or six waste papers that year, and it was more than three years since I graduated from college.

He was only a freshman that year, and he had just entered college, and he was full of youth.

Waste paper has been in the industry for six or seven years, and he has only been in the industry for a few months.

He may not have remembered me for a long time, but I still remember him.

So waste paper resigned itself.

There's a lot of whining, and there's a lot of nonsense.

Don't be surprised when you see it, don't be surprised when you see it!

Subscribe to it... If you can give, you will give, but in fact, it is useless to ask for it.

Reward, if there is something, there will be encouragement.

Monthly passes, recommended tickets... It can't be on the list, there is an egg for it.

But politely, you have to beg for it.

And finally... I wish you all a wonderful life, a smooth life, and no regrets in life.

So... Waste paper, thank you for your love and support!

The matter of code words, how long can you write and how long you can write.

If you can't write, you will sell skewers, and you will go to set up a stall, and if you are lucky, you will see if you can accept a few children and teach them to write essays...

Life is a waste of ideals.

I hope everyone... Cherish it!

Thank you!

There are four more today.

Waste paper to have breakfast, go on!