Life is a process of constantly making choices and constantly letting go. The difficult thing is not choices, but options.

I started writing online articles on March 10, 2015. It has been three and a half years since then. During these three and a half years, I have experienced many things, including feelings, careers, and other messy things. I have given up a lot of things, career opportunities, beloved girls, and have given up some friends.

The only thing that has never given up is this book.

I don’t know what it feels like to treat books as a son. I don’t have a son. Actually, I prefer to have a daughter in the future.

Books are a kind of redemption to me.

When I was very young, I often followed my mother to work, pestering her to tell stories all day long, so that when I was young, I could be exposed to the sun all day without complaints.

My mother is my enlightenment mentor.

The most common protagonist in the jokes nowadays is Xiao Ming, and the one I heard the most was Wang Er. Sometimes he would fight wits and courage with Huang Daxian, and sometimes he would live a happy life without shame or impatience with the fairies who came down from heaven.

Since I was very young, I kept making up one superficial and simple story after another in my mind, reading any text that I could see, like a toxic/addiction, even various manuals that I couldn't understand, as well as the little yellow books I had privately kept by my uncle.

I love stories, but it is a double-edged sword.

When I was in junior high school, I rented books to read my living expenses, and I often got hungry and fell to the ground after falling anemia.

Later, I had to drop out of school for half a year to cultivate, and then transferred to a school close to home and played hide-and-seek games with a group of teachers. They tried every means to stop me from reading extracurricular books. I thought I had to thank them, otherwise my career would probably stop in junior high school.

After going to high school, no one cares about me anymore. They have more good students to worry about.

When I left the school gate, I turned left and there was a larger bookstore. I shamelessly stole a book, and then I registered the name of a book every time I registered. In this way, no matter what book I read, I only spent a day.

When I kept smug, fate slapped me hard again.

I read novels during class during the day and light candles at night. I was so tired that my grades plummeted. Finally, my head teacher caught a scene and invited parents. I looked at my embarrassing and humble mother and thought to myself that I had to make changes.

I took the second-tier exam in the first year, and the second year, and started my college life.

That may be the most decadent time in my life. I mingle with game novels every day, so I graduated from college for five years, and most of the classmates in my class didn't know each other.

The first time I started a book was probably because of the lack of books. My choice at that time was not expected to have such a big impact on me.

I have faced several choices.

What type of book, game or science fiction, or history, I chose games, and it is a traditional online game, rather than a different world where the results are easier to achieve.

The reason seems to be very simple, it is because of likes.

I also faced the choice of whether to focus on work or writing books, and ultimately chose to write books.

It’s not a good or bad one, just follow your heart.

I have also faced the feeling of putting more energy on my girlfriend. Unfortunately, the feeling of not being understood by my career was really uncomfortable, and I was not compromised in the end, so I became a single dog again and again.

As I entered 2018, I could clearly feel the bottleneck in my writing.

I had to open a new book. When I was chatting with several authors, I said, "I don't know if it was for them or for me to listen to myself."

What should I do with the old book?

Let’s write it together. Some author said that although it is difficult to open doubles, it is quite interesting.

I don't find it interesting, it's hard to write one book, let alone two.

Although it was very smooth to write the beginning, I knew that the latter was the same and it became more and more difficult to write any book, especially for people like me who have no detailed outline.

Then are you writing old books or new books?

I thought about it carefully and found that what I can gain from old books, whether it is the sense of accomplishment or the royalties, is pitifully less.

Today, three and a half years later, opening a new book has become an inevitable thing.

I know I can't start from scratch and I'm not qualified to be so willful.

They said, then let's finish the old book.

I have imagined the day when the thief ended countless times, but I must not use this form. I still haven't written some things, and my World of Warcraft has only been written to level 70.

New books must be opened, but old books are reluctant to finish.

That's why I had the crazy idea of ​​double opening. A writer who is not a full-time job, wants to double opening, and no matter who hears it, it will be ridiculous.

I'm not a hard-working person, but I want to work hard this time.

While I am not old enough to lose my energy and my thinking is decayed, I will try this last hand.

The new book is still a game, and it is still a traditional online game.

My favorite authors in the game are Snail and Butterfly Blue, but what I envy most is the name of Lost Leaf. The Lost Leaf online game trilogy is very touching, but I don’t know if I can write three. Times are different. When he wrote it, he was still in the peak of online games. Now there are not many people watching games, especially virtual online games.

When writing about the Big Thieves, it has not been good to update, and it has become increasingly lazy in writing, which has hurt many readers' hearts.

This time, I'm afraid that the old thing will be repeated. It's inevitable that I will be sad and disappointed, so I dare not make any guarantees. I have broken my promise many times. In the impression of readers, I am definitely not a person who believes in their words.

The Great Thieves is a book about the monsters.

I like Warcraft.

In the early days, I played Legend, the Hot Blood World, Perfect World, Sword Net Three, etc. Later, I encountered World of Warcraft and never played other types of games since then.

I'm not playing well, very clumsy,

I was at level 70 and I played a little priest on the energy ship.

I was inexplicably joined a guild - I had forgotten the name of the guild. I didn't understand what the string of English letters meant from beginning to end, nor did I understand how the shemale president who had the word Sasha in the ID fell in love with me, who had spent nine points to reach the maximum level at that time.

I was solemnly warned that I must be stable and not withdraw from the meeting. As long as I do not withdraw from the meeting, I can follow everyone to enjoy the delicious and spicy food.

The first time I entered the big dungeon, I went directly to the Dark Temple. I ran around like a headless fly. The president of the shemale voice was hoarse. Someone in the guild said he would kick this guy.

Sasha scolded him and said that this was her own person.

So everyone suspected that I was his wife. By the way, I was also playing with a slut at that time - I confessed to them not long after, but they didn't believe it because they firmly believed that only girls could be so good.

In order to prove my innocence, I had to register a voice number to show my innocence, so many people were less concerned about my well-being.

There were two other priests in the guild, and their equipment was better than mine. The two of them often used the healing amount together, and the equipment they didn't want was inserted into me, so I gradually became able to breastfeed the Hellfire City Wall dungeon.

Before joining the guild, the person who brushed books with me was often a warrior. I forgot his ID for too long and only remembered that he was a good person.

Every time I beat the OT and the team was destroyed, he would silently say something again.

When I grew up to a certain level, and another two priests in the guild left, I became the main priest, and the intersection with the warriors became less and less. He never joined any decent guild. When I was wearing SW outfits, one day he asked me to download a dungeon, and he went to Zu Aman, and his equipment was still all messy.

After that time, he stopped looking for me. I looked for him twice and he refused, but later I stopped contacting him.

I don’t know when his avatar has completely dimmed. By the time I realized that he might not come back, several years have passed.

I played games with me, or encouraged me to come into contact with World of Warcraft, another mage, I remember that his ID was so popular that he practiced a mage. After reaching level 70, he never set up a dungeon, nor did he add any guilds, and later he did not participate in the event. He kept brushing the battlefield over and over again, and finally got a S2 outfit.

As for the arena, he didn't know that there was anything like that.

When I reached level 70 with nine points, he often took me to brush the dungeon, and I swiped the Blood Monastery. When I looked at his coquettish operation and movement, I felt that the mage was indeed a master.

Later I found out that he was a colored pen because he and I died a lot in the Bloody Monastery.

He is my college classmate, in the same level and in different departments, it took me five years to get my graduation certificate and degree certificate, but it took him six years to get nothing. Later, he went to Taobao customer service and then there was no contact.

World of Warcraft has given me many years of life memories, some are good, some are not good, and I also met many people, but most of them have forgotten.

Most people are passers-by in my life, and remembering and forgetting are not very important.

One day I strongly wanted to write a book, so I wrote about the Great Thieves.

The initial name was the online game The Big Thieves, but later I thought it was too long, so I changed it to the Big Thieves, which is the same as a cartoon I like.

The name of the new book is "Monster Chat Group". This idea was probably born after I read "Cultivation Chat Group" last year. I thought about it intermittently for a long time and gave up once because I wanted to write fantasy or the city to make a lot of money.

Later, I couldn't help it and decided to take an impulse.

I found that writing comments is smoother than writing novels. No wonder Banana wrote more comments than the main text. I unknowingly wrote three thousand words.

Having said so much, I actually hope that everyone can support my new book so that I can’t make me unable to live, so that I can regard writing books as something that many people think is not doing their job properly.

If you have good grades, you may leave and become a full-time writer you once longed for.
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