Yesterday's 8 shifts, today's 7 shifts, I don't have any manuscripts, basically stay up late to write. Originally, I had adjusted my schedule in May, but now it is useless, and I slept at four or five o'clock in the past two days, and then got up at about 12 o'clock at noon, black and white reversed, and felt like death.

I'm working so hard, and everyone is more or less here to show it. I don't want anything else, subscription and monthly pass, I want these two, as many as you want, I definitely don't have too much.

It is said that hard work will be rewarded, don't let me sing a one-man show alone. If such an outbreak is so half-dead, I will miss the eunuch. (To be continued.) )