Hello everyone, I'm half-sleeved wind sand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Thank you for always accompanying me through this journey of 2,000 words of laughter and 50,000 words of crying books.

I sing to you with the keyboard, and you silently support you with a message.

Every day we have each other, we have a colorful projection of our own small lives in this world.

Your tolerance and care have sustained my growth through my walk. My struggle and perseverance have also enriched your recent life.

In the vast world and the vast sea of people, we have met, met, and accompanied each other in cyberspace, and we have been here until today.

When we laugh, we laugh together.

When we cried, we cried together.

Even if there is a staggered time and space, we can feel each other's joys and sorrows!

Because I know that this second my smile is a continuation of your smile in the last second.

The second I cried for the story was to touch the coldness that dripped, from the sentimentality of the previous second.

We don't want physical touch,

It's the communion of souls, the mutual touch of hearts.

If this is not called fate,

Then I really don't know what fate will be, and how should I understand it?

I have your recommendation when I breathe at night, and I see your comments when I wake up from a dream, and I have been hiding your intentions, keeping them for when I am lonely in the future, and slowly warm.

Sometimes it's time to say thank you, you just can't say it!

Sometimes it's time to say goodbye, and it's even harder for you to say it!

All I can say is that

I love you, my readers!

I love you!

If there is a letter, the oath will be accompanied!

If there is no book, I will miss it for a long time!

At this moment, I can't bear to say more than I can say!

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"Bang bang bang...... What are you crying in the middle of the night, I'm your own mother, can I get a good night's sleep?"

Half-sleeved covered his swollen cheeks that were slapped by his mother, and cried: "Mom, I was just fantasizing that I wrote a super good novel, and I was saying goodbye to readers when I finished the novel." Why are you interrupting my thoughts!"

The half-sleeved mother said angrily: "You said you are a rabbit cub, you are in your twenties and thirties, and you still fantasize all day long, fantasize! You can't do something serious? What happened to my high school classmate I asked you to meet yesterday?"

Half sleeves rubbed her face and said, "Mom, she is more than twenty years older than me, which is not suitable." ”

The half-sleeved mother said angrily: "Yes, you can find the right one? Finally, there was a few dollars coin deposit, and you still licked the missing image. Who do you think you're going to fall in love with?"

Half sleeves were not convinced: "Don't underestimate people! Zhang Xiaolan next door laughs every time she sees me!"

The half-sleeved mother smiled: "You say that Zhang is a little madman? She is a mental illness, who doesn't laugh when she sees it? A psychopath laughs at you, and you are embarrassed to say? Look at your dirty appearance, what can you do?"

Half sleeves plucked up the courage and said: "I have decided, I want to write a book!"

The half-sleeved mother smiled: "You write a book, why don't you lift the sky! Don't tell the old lady that those are useless." Within three days, you can chase back that classmate of mine, or I won't pick your skin!"

At the end, the half-sleeved mother muttered while returning to the house: "It's twenty or thirty people, I can't find a wife, and I suspect that the family is fifty or sixty old!"

After speaking, there was a bang, and the half-sleeved door was slammed hard.

Half sleeves picked up the elderly machine on the computer desk that can only be used with the switch button, looked at the ambiguous text messages sent by his mother's classmates, and cried on the table.

Half Sleeves secretly made up his mind in his heart: "I must write a book, write "Nine Days of Returning to the Sun" that I have conceived in my heart for several minutes!"

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