Today, I suddenly felt a little ashamed and a little sad. I thought I didn't have to be bad at what I wrote, but I was slapped in the face by a thin subscription. At the same time, an author friend who also wrote about crossing Liaozhai is about to pay more than 10,000 yuan. How can I compare, I work for a month, and the subscription is less than 100 yuan, and the total amount adds up to a fraction of other people's? I am not glassy, but I don't want to think about it.

It's miserable, I've done it in the testimonials on the shelves, and now I think about it, it's really a little ironic, what countless people have in their hearts is the kind of me who reads your books and can afford you. You're miserable, don't worry about my birds, if it's on the shelves, I'll go and see the thief.

I'm so tired, I don't know how to express my inner thoughts now, that sour and astringent feeling, it makes people really want to cry. Even though I'm a man.

A chapter is 2,000 words, three hours, a dime, and I get five points. Now there are more than 30 subscriptions, more than a dollar for a chapter, and six hours of hard work can't be exchanged for five yuan. Well, not even three. What a fun thing it is, full of sadness and sadness.

Chatting with the editor today, I said that I will be like a snail, slowly crawling forward, not abandoning, not giving up.

Because, this book poured all my heart and soul into it. In other books, there may be typos. However, in this book, there are few typos.

After I finish writing, I double-check it.

What you give is not proportional to what you get, and you can't complain about anything anymore. I have to say to you sadly, if you follow up until now, please give me a little confidence. Let me, not to, lose too pitifully. (To be continued.) )