After a torrential rainstorm, the weather was as hot as the pressure that penetrated deep into the bone marrow made the bowl breathless.

Write a few lines and pour some sour water.

............

Thanks to your love and the appreciation of the editors, this book was recommended by a 'guide' two days ago, and a total of 16,000 people added to the bookshelf.

It looks like it's on fire.

Subscriptions haven't seen much improvement.

The broken bowl is an old street that has been going all the way, and it is updated day after day, just to make friends smile;

Maybe the number of words in the update is large, and you are happy to see it, and you will give a subscription, or a monthly ticket, or a reward.

I couldn't help but be happy when I broke the bowl.

............

After adjusting my state and writing 500 words, I remembered the forty-minute voice call that lasted for 40 minutes at midnight two days ago.

On the phone, I waged my tail like a dog and begged for mercy.

Calls like this have been endless since a long time ago.

The pressure is endless, and it's hard to breathe.

Day and night, tired of coping.

This rebirth essay was proposed by a friend and thought about himself, and finally decided to write.

Because the very small part of Fang Nian's life is what I want to live very much now.

For example, if I could go back to my junior year of high school when I was 16 years old, I would choose again and go to a decent university.

Like most people, I went through an ordinary college life, had a job to support my family, rented a house, and had no means of transportation......

In the end, like a commodity, it is fiddled around, and it will end up with a person who may not be very beautiful, or may occasionally be gentle, chai, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar tea.

Instead of being like now, nothing has been accomplished, and there is no qualification to even be a commodity.

When I was eighteen, in order to make myself look less young and get a job, I imitated the appearance of an adult, bought cheap shirts and trousers, and grew a beard.

In a flash, that's ten years.

Now 27 years old, I still wear cheap shirts, cheap trousers, and occasionally have to wear a clumsy tie to cope with customers, and I look like a business person.

Only I knew that I was so out of place that I had a clear sense that I was unworthy.

It is said on the Internet that staying up late is because you don't have the courage to end the day, and lying in bed is because you don't have the courage to start the day.

For me, it's just going to bed late and waking up early year after year.

For no other reason, it's poverty.

The kind that is poor to the bone.

After going to work every day, I hurried to catch the subway home, hurry up to code words, and hurry up to update.

After the update, I have to continue to write the next day's chapter - because I will continue to update 10,000 words a day in order to gain the approval of readers with the amount of updates.

At three o'clock in the morning, standing in front of the rental window, I couldn't see a single light, and there were no street lights in this alley.

I don't dare to have insomnia, but I often have insomnia.

After four hours of sleep, at seven o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rings on time, repeating the previous day.

Because of poverty, because of the pressure of life, and because of many reasons that I can't explain one by one, most of the time I will only eat the lunch meal every day.

But for the sake of that pitiful and insignificant dignity, I went to order a business fast food with a minimum price of 23 yuan like most colleagues - which is very low in first-tier cities.

But for me, it's probably the income I have to write 10,000 words to earn.

People like me don't deserve to eat so well.

I know that people like me are ants from birth.

Although the appearance is the same as the person who looks, the inferiority complex carved into the bones that struggles out of the mud cannot be washed away.

On a slightly bigger wave, I'll have to wag my tail like a dog and beg for mercy – even if that doesn't have any effect.

My spiritual world is small.

Therefore, the things that are written naturally have a smell that is said to be hypocritical, or to be said to be Wenqing.

Only I know that it is poor sour.

It took me 12 points of effort to portray the 'characters' I've seen.

I'm so envious of 'them'.

I was fortunate enough to follow the bigwigs to see some tall scenes, and I clearly felt that I was not worthy.

Even the words in the pen have become poor and small.

The world of multiple heroines, people like me can't write about it - I tried it in the book I wrote in the preface.

Out of the limits of what I have seen and what I can fantasize, so that the stallion does not know it, and I, a peasant, can only imagine that the emperor is afraid that he will also use a flat pole.

Because his life is not easy, he tries his best to make 'Fang Nian' live an easy life.

In this way, I will be able to relax in my own small spiritual world.

I know that this kind of effort is inevitably deliberate.

Almost every comment and every chapter says, I have read it in the background, and some of them will be angry when they see it, and they also want to theorize, but most of the time they dare not speak, and the tone is inappropriate if it is light or heavy, and it is easy to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

These misunderstandings, which are insignificant to many people, can easily destroy me.

There are also some things that I share or have doubts about, and I want to reply, but I can't get started.

Because, your spiritual world is too big for me.

Your occasional descriptions and bright stars;

Even if I can tell your story by hearsay, I will have a sense of being illuminated all over the world.

I often compare myself to a broken bowl.

Because I am like a broken bowl, out of the mud, it looks shiny, but it is just duckweed without roots, and when I throw it away, it is broken and smashed.

............

I know that I have to work hard, work hard, work hard, work harder, work harder, try harder.

So, when I realized this, I have been working hard to update the codeword.

Most of the time, a daily update of 10,000 words is guaranteed.

Today's 4 update will be updated before 0:00.

Thank you, readers, for reading these sour words written by the broken bowl.

Thank you for your love.

All the way from Xiaopu Street to Lao Pu Street, I didn't dare to ask for too much.

I just still look forward to the simple expectation that all of you who like to read this book will read it at the starting point and subscribe at the starting point.

Calculate that 300,000 words are updated every month, and it only costs 15 yuan at most, and it only costs 5 cents a day.

I don't think that's astronomical.

Of course, I never dare to ask all of you who love this book to order it all.

The total of 10,000 6 collections in these two days, even if only one-tenth of them will give one or two subscriptions, that ......

It is also the limit of the luxury of breaking the bowl.