That year, the village had just been electrified.

In the evening, on the kang table, my brother was doing his homework on his stomach, my father and mother were chatting casually, and I was pressing a book on the kang table.

"What kind of book are you reading?" asked my father, who stopped talking to my mother and glared at me.

"Language ......," I said in a low voice, pretending to be calm.

With a "snap", the book in my hand suddenly fell into my father's hand, turned into a weapon in my father's hand, and smashed down on my head with lightning and flint.

"Do you think your dad is so easy to fool after a few days of studying? I know it's not a good book when I look at the cover of your book!"

"Hey, my father is shrewd!" I touched my wounded head and muttered in my heart, but I didn't dare to say it.

The cover of the book was pressed down by me, and there was a notebook next to it with a pencil on it. I didn't expect my father to find out so well in disguise. It must have been that I saw the smugness in the text, my eyebrows fluttered, my head was shaken, and my mouth kept spitting, but I forgot that I hadn't written a word on the book spread out next to me for a long time...... That's how I ended.

My brother was so frightened by this that I still remember his timid eyes. The elder brother lowered his head and secretly looked at his father, for fear that his father would make the next move.

"After the doll's homework is finished, let the doll watch it for a while......" The mother saw that the situation was not good, and said in time.

"This kid didn't move a word at all tonight, I've been watching it for a long time..."

The mother looked at the elder brother, who quickly lowered his head.

"Don't hurry up and write yet!" said my father, looking at me as my eyes glazed over the book.

I quickly and ferociously pulled out my homework and began to write.

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At night, the lights go out.

In my bed... Hey...... It's another world. I had that novel in one hand and the only household appliance in the house in the other......

I slept under the covers in another room with my brother, who indulged me, a scoundrel who was only two years younger than him, and did not tell my father, perhaps because he did not want to see his brother's indisputability anger again anger my father and mother, who had to work for us all day at sunrise and sunset.

My brother has always been very kind and sensible, and he has never told anyone about being bullied, and even when he grew up, he has always taken care of this family and taken care of me.

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At that time, I remember being very poor, and my mother was able to fry a meal of shredded artichoke with chili peppers and eggplant, and I thought it was a delicious thing in the world. At that time, we wore patched clothes all year round, and sometimes we looked forward to the New Year, and when it was the New Year, the adults would find a set of clothes for us that looked very fresh at that time.

I still remember that year's Children's Day, I was selected to join the school dance pair. Rejoice, jumping around in new clothes, completely forgetting about so.

At that time, I remember being poor. But at that time, I didn't feel like a poor kid at all.

Since I was eight years old, I have been in school every day and have to cross a big river, which is in a cliff. The cliff split a river at the bottom of our mountain in half.

Because the little river also flowed through our school, all the way to our distant town, we didn't walk the main road every day, but followed the fish along the river. Wearing my mother's mille-feuille bottom every day, I go home wet every day. I even fell into the dust on the road once, and my eyes were full of dust, and I washed a large basin of dirty water at home before I opened my eyes.

I thought of Xiaohe, and I also remembered the partner called Xiaohe, with him, we fought with the classmates in this neighboring village every day.

At that time, the most watched TV series was Bao Qingtian. Our favorite was Zhanzhao, so we also liked his movements. On the way to and from school every day, we kept fighting, until one day, one of our friends pressed another friend on the "dog's head" - an earthen platform, the other friend was not convinced, and one of the friends pressed his arm hard, but we heard a click, and we knew that we were in trouble.

Fortunately, at that time, people did not have the habit of being hospitalized immediately after being touched, and the arm of the other friend was just dislocated, and the parents took him to a nearby hospital to take a casual look, and that matter was gone.

At that time, we didn't know what pets were, but catching squirrels was popular in the mountains at that time. Spotting the squirrel's nest, he began to dig to scare the squirrel's parents away, and brought the furry ones to the house to raise, the little ones who had just seen the world and were prone to become dependent on people.

We put the squirrels in our bags, carried them in our arms, gave them apricots, ate peas...... Compete with your friends to see whose squirrel is cuter. It was one of the fondest memories of our childhood.

Books were invaluable at that time, and of course I mean those novels. At that time, it was difficult to find a complete novel, most of them had a beginning and no end, or a tail without a head, but we didn't dislike it, it was only a dozen pages, and we still didn't let it go. There are also those cute villain books in those years, which are our favorites.

In this way, at that time, I came into contact with Jin Yong, Gu Long, Liang Yusheng, and some pirates in the novel, and saw their respective martial arts...

Those people, those books have been with me to high school and college, and I feel that I have been completely influenced by these martial arts people, and I often call myself a chivalrous person, but I ......

Gradually, the times are developing, and there are e-books, and I am fascinated by all kinds of novels on the Internet, but I am not satisfied with it, and I always think that I should be better than all of them, hehe...... A bit narcissistic.

Speaking of writing, after graduating from university, I started writing intermittently, at first because I could learn English well, and I barely passed the eighth grade, so I wanted to show off and start writing something in space that only I thought was poetry. Unexpectedly, in a few years, I found myself writing more than 300 "poems" and "articles". When I write, I always feel that I am still very proud of writing, but every time I reread it, I find that what I wrote is even more flowing than the running account.

But I was amazed at my persistence, I actually had more than 300 articles, this life is like a white horse, I have achieved nothing in the past few years, only these more than 300 English diaries I wrote prove that I have indeed wasted all these years. I STARTED THINKING ABOUT BREAKING THROUGH AND WROTE AN ENGLISH MUSICAL, LET'SENJOYENGLISH, AND TRIED TO PUT IT ON A SMALL STAGE.

Maybe some people laughed off the stage, maybe some people were helpless off the stage, but I didn't care, I didn't even bother to listen to the results, and took those dolls to take pictures among the flowers and trees. The dolls were all dressed in uniform costumes, the boys wore white shirts, white shoes, black pants, and red bow ties, and the girls wore white shirts, white shoes, and black skirts. So simple, so cute, so innocent......

LATER, I WROTE AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY CALLED "YEARSGONEBY", WHICH WAS SO SIMPLE AND VERBOSE THAT IT WAS SO BORING THAT A FOREIGN FRIEND NAMED DEANNA PRINTED IT OUT FOR ME AND SAID IT WAS ALREADY A BOOK.

Looking at the foreigner's eyes, I felt a strength in my heart......

I took a trip to Wudu, re-walked my shabby and insignificant map that I couldn't find on the map, met a few high-spirited and innocent classmates, and drank a drink with the ** family members of the classmates, suddenly tears welled up, out of control, crying in front of many female classmates, turned around, hid in the car, and let the cousin's cousin who came with him quickly start the car......

When I returned to my native place, I felt that I couldn't vent my feelings, so I sat in front of the computer for three hours, crackling, and wrote the article "Wudu, Can You Let Me Do It Again" with his own enthusiasm. It was my first Chinese article, and I wasn't very proficient in the input method, but I had forgotten about it, and I just kept catharsis, and kept putting my hands trembling on the keyboard and typing to my heart's content.

Someone once said that good works are the expression of true feelings. I don't know how I did this work, and when I finished it, I still felt tears in the corners of my eyes......

That was the most hearty piece of writing I've ever written.

After that, I was out of control, went to Zhangye, and wrote a "This time, I was your passer-by!", a 20,000-word travelogue.

After that, I started writing prose again, "Again, goodbye", not many people read it, but not too little...

I started writing Chinese poetry without interruption, and no one read English poetry, so we wrote Chinese......

Suddenly, the panda dreamed: Write my dream with you!

I woke up in a dream, I was surprised, I remember it vividly, panda, panda, how could you manifest in my dream?

It should be because I have watched too much "Kung Fu Panda", so there is no need to doubt this dream. Throwing away this thought, my hand gradually itched, and it happened that a netizen named Clownfish saw my diary and asked me to write a panda hero, and I hit it off.

I decided to put pen to paper, decided to find a starting point, decided to upload ......

Sometimes my ideas can't keep up with the times, and there are a lot of things in between, but I don't give up, I hurry up, and I write three chapters a day, as if I wrote four chapters a day, and I really admire myself...... Hey... Narcissistic again.......

Later, the Chinese New Year was about to begin, and I went from Chinese New Year's Eve code word to the third year of junior high school...... It backfired, and mortals had all things....had to be interrupted again. This interruption has been stopped for more than ten days, and I seem to have squeezed some time to look on the Internet, and I feel as if I have been collected by some private Xianxia...... Then it was gone...

As soon as I came back, I began to update frantically, starting with forty chapters, all the way forward, constantly looking back in the middle, the more I looked back, the more unbearable I felt, and began to revise, the first volume has been changed almost four times, and I still feel dissatisfied. There are some things that I wrote at the time that I was very satisfied with, and when I looked back, I couldn't help but despise myself, and I couldn't help but despise shì, and we have strong willpower.

At this time, I realized that it was really not easy for my aunts and brothers, and I was in awe of the comrades who had persevered for several years. Not to mention how many brain cells are consumed every day, this eyesight has plummeted all the way, and it is indeed not easy for us to lose this waist.

If you don't experience wind and rain, how can you see a rainbow, I code words...... I update ...... I modify ...... Chapter 70...... Chapter 80... Ninety chapters....one hundred chapters.

In the middle, I also had the cheekiness to constantly apply for list recommendations, and I suddenly received a message halfway: Guizuo has passed the Guò Sanjiang Reward List.

I looked at those words in a daze, and tried my best to pretend that it didn't matter, and the ecstasy in my heart, next week, two changes a day, to thank the editor for his favor. But...... Hey...... Don't know what's wrong... I haven't seen it on the list.

If you don't have it, you won't have it, if our things are written, someone will naturally come to us...... So strengthen your confidence, have your dreams, and continue to code...... It's dark... Hey, I don't know what to say.

Finally, I was recommended by a potential rookie, and I was relatively easy to be satisfied, not to mention how happy I was in my heart......

I'm growing up, my parents are getting older, and I now insist on giving my two dearest parents at least one phone call every day that I will never be able to repay their kindness in my life.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"Your mother and I are farmers, what else can we do......"

"Have you eaten, what kind of food have you eaten..."

"Artichoke shreds...... Your dad's favorite food is an artichoke?" my mother interjected

"Dad, Mom, will you come down to me for a few days?"

"Well, look, you're in a hurry..."

"Don't farm..."

"What do you eat and drink if you don't farm?" We're not here to let you raise ......."

I had this dialogue with my parents every day, until one day I mentioned my novel.

"Fiction...... You're going to write novels again?"

"Hey, hey... Your son is a very good man... What can this be?" I was on the other side of the phone, shameless.

"That's good...... What is a novel?" Mom couldn't help but interject.

"Then what's the benefit of writing a novel?" asked my mother curiously

"Earn money ......"

"How much money can I make?" my mother was very concerned about.

"The great gods...... Yes...... It's those who write well, tens of millions a year!"

"That's a lot, and how much do you earn?"

"Ahh Hey, hey... Last month, it was shown that it was five cents..."

"Listen, your son earns five cents... Still blowing there?" my mother relayed to my father on the other end of the phone.

"It's not high at the moment! I spent more than 50 years printing the contract and sending the express mail, but take your time... That's not how that aunt came over......" I said as I comforted myself.

"Well, then you can write it...... But don't get down to business!" Father was over there.

"Ah, that's for sure!"

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Again...

"Dad, are my books ready to hit the shelves?"

"What is a listing?"

"This seems to be a sale, waiting for someone to tip... I don't know much about Fanzheng, people say so, but I haven't figured it out yet!"

"Oh, I don't understand, it sounds good!"

"Well, I've written more than 300,000 words for the public version, just to write a clear plot, so that readers can understand my original intention of writing this story, and also to increase my clicks, etc..."

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I don't care if my father understands it or not, it's just looking for a topic anyway. I love my parents, I love my brother, I love the atmosphere of home.

Therefore, the tone of my novel is based on "home", that warm place where people can rest at any time, that home where people can rest at ease without any pretense, and that harbor where they can shelter from the wind and rain at any time, and those who have read my works will naturally know it at the end of reading......

It's on the shelves tomorrow, and I have some feelings in my heart, so I wrote it out,

I have been writing honestly, and today I am honestly seeking your support, please raise your hands and eyes, and let the laughing and silly panda cheer up