After the continuous rainstorm, the weather was so sultry that it was like the pressure that penetrated into the bone marrow, making Powan breathless.

Write a few lines and pour some sour water.

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Thanks to everyone's love and thanks to the editor's appreciation, this book was recommended by an 'introductory reading' two days ago, and a total of 16,000 more people added it to the bookshelf.

It looks like it's on fire.

Subscription but not much improvement.

Powan is a veteran who has been on the road for a long time. I am updating more and more day after day, just to make all my friends smile.

Maybe there are a lot of words in the update, and if you are happy with it, you will subscribe, vote for a monthly ticket, or give a reward.

He couldn't help but be happy when the bowl was broken.

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After adjusting myself and writing 500 words, I remembered the forty-minute voice call at midnight two days ago.

On the phone, I was wagging my tail like a dog begging for mercy.

There have been endless calls like this since a long time ago.

The pressure was endless and it was difficult to breathe.

Tired of coping day and night.

This rebirth article was finally decided to be written after suggestions from friends and self-thinking.

Because that very small part of my life in 'Fang Nian' is what I really want to live now.

For example, if I could go back to when I was 16 years old in my senior year of high school, I could make another choice and go to college in a decent way.

Like most people, I experienced an ordinary college life, had a job that could support my family, rented a house, and had no means of transportation...

In the end, it is like a commodity, being fiddled with, and eventually ends up with someone who may not be very beautiful, and may occasionally be gentle.

Instead of being like now, accomplishing nothing and not even qualified to become a commodity.

When I was eighteen years old, in order to look younger and find a job, I imitated adults and bought cheap shirts and trousers, and grew a beard.

In a flash, ten years passed.

Now, at the age of 27, I still wear cheap shirts and cheap trousers. Occasionally, in order to deal with clients, I have to tie myself awkwardly and blend in with the crowd, looking like a business person.

Only I know that I am so out of place that I clearly feel unworthy.

It is said on the Internet that staying up late is because you don’t have the courage to end the day; staying in bed is because you don’t have the courage to start the day.

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

There is no other reason than poverty.

The kind that is poor to the core.

After work every day, I quickly catch the subway home, code words quickly, and update as soon as possible.

After updating, I have to continue writing chapters for the next day because I have to insist on updating 10,000 words every day in order to win the recognition of readers with the amount of updates.

At three o'clock in the morning, I stood in front of the rental window and couldn't see a trace of light. There were no street lights in this alley. At this time, I only dared to relax for a while, and then I needed to wash up and lie down quickly.

I don’t dare to suffer from insomnia, but I often suffer from insomnia.

After sleeping for four hours, at seven o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang on time and repeated the previous day.

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

For the sake of that pitiful and insignificant dignity, like most of my colleagues, I ordered a business fast food with the lowest price of 23 yuan, which is very low in first-tier cities.

But for me, it is probably necessary to write 10,000 words to earn income.

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

I know that people like me have been ants since birth.

Although they look the same on the outside, the inferiority complex carved into their bones that they struggled out of the mud cannot be washed away.

If the wind and waves are slightly bigger, I have to wag my tail like a dog and beg for mercy, although this will not bring any effect.

My spiritual world is very narrow.

Therefore, what I write naturally has a flavor that is said to be pretentious or literary.

Only I know that it is the sour taste of poverty.

I spent 12 minutes trying to portray the ‘characters’ I had seen.

I envy 'them' so much.

I was lucky enough to see some high-end scenes with the big guys, and I clearly felt that I was not worthy.

Even the words he wrote became poor and small-format.

It is impossible for someone like me to write a world with multiple female protagonists. I have tried it in the book I wrote in the preface.

It is beyond the limits of what I have seen and what I can imagine, so much so that the stallion does not realize it. As a farmer, I can only imagine that the emperor may also use a carrying pole.

Because my life is not easy, I try my best to make Fang Nian's life easy.

In this way, I can also relax in my own small spiritual world.

I know that this kind of effort is inevitably deliberate.

I have read almost every comment and every article in the background. Some people will be angry when they see it, and they also want to argue, but most of the time they dare not speak. The tone is inappropriate whether it is light or strong, and it is easy to create unnecessary conflicts.

Misunderstand.

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

There are also some things that I want to share or have questions about. I also want to reply, but I have no way to start.

Because your spiritual world is too big for me.

Your occasional descriptions are as bright as the stars;

Even if I hear about your stories, I will feel as if the whole world has been illuminated.

I often compare myself to a broken bowl.

Because I am like a broken bowl that came out of the mud. It looks bright and beautiful, but it has no roots and is just a duckweed. If I throw it away casually, it will be broken into pieces.

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I know that for an ant-like chicken like me, I have to work hard, work hard, work harder, and work harder.

Therefore, when I clearly realized this, I have been working hard to update the code.

Most of the time, it is guaranteed to update 10,000 words per day.

Today's 4th update will be updated before 0 o'clock.

Thank you all readers for reading these vitriolic words written by Powan.

Thank you for your love.

Along the way from Xiaopu Street to Laopu Street, I no longer dare to expect too much.

I just still hope that all my friends who like to read this book can read it at Qidian and subscribe at Qidian.

Calculate that updating 300,000 words per month would cost only 15 yuan at most, which is only 50 cents per day.

I think this should not be considered an astronomical figure.

Of course, I would never dare to ask all my friends who love this book to order it all.

The total of 16,000 extra collections in the past two days, even if only one tenth of them will be subscribed to one or two, then...
Chapter completed!