Before we knew it, it was time to go on the shelves.

I don’t know how many people can see this, but thank you for your support, especially those friends who have been recommending votes to me.

If you have the ability, it doesn’t matter if you don’t. After all, who has not been poor yet?

Anyway, thank you everyone.

.........

Wait, should you think it's over when I say this?

The pattern of Tucson is broken!

I won’t betrayal here, otherwise I would be suspected of selling miserable things here.

So I promised solemnly.

I will pour bitter water in a different way.

I try to chat with my thoughts in the form of jokes, and everyone can enjoy it.

After all, I am a novelist who wants to become a joke writer.

In other words, novelists who don’t want to become jokesters are not good salty fish.

But where should we start?

If it were someone else, I would definitely have an indissoluble bond with the novel, and why I wrote this novel, Balabala.

I don’t mess with these false things, I just talk about my feelings about writing novels for so many years.

Just two words.

Difficult to write!

It's so hard to write!

Unless you are gifted or want nothing completely mindless, many authors will have the same idea as me.

When reading other people's novels, I always think about how to arrange the plot here, how to write this description, what the protagonist should do, and all kinds of guidance and passionate words.

But when I was really writing, I stared at the screen and stared blankly.

At that time, I wanted to understand what the great god said, "I just wrote casually at the beginning, but I really didn't expect a book to become a god." or, "When I was the happiest time, I was when I made 98 yuan a month." It's OK.

As a result, God may not give me this opportunity because he saw that I was so handsome.

I also told me that if you want to become stronger, you either recharge or become ugly.

Of course I refuse to recharge money. I am a poor group myself, and I cannot rely on my face to make a living after recharge money. As for becoming ugly, I have no other choice.

So I changed my way and sacrificed my hair for strength.

I become bald, so I can naturally become stronger.

But I accidentally met a profiteer, and my hair was gone, and even my pants were stripped off. I could only tremble in the cold wind alone. When others saw it, they didn't think that the little monk who was wandering from somewhere. They went up to express their condolences without saying a word.

"Handsome guy, where did you come from? Do you want to come here and have a drink?"

I couldn't help but sigh that being handsome is still useful, at least you won't notice that you are only wearing one and standing on the street.

I learned from the first time I was cheated, and I learned from my mistakes, reformed myself, and didn’t fix those who were weak.

I sat by the computer and started to re-code. Of course, I had to wait for me to grow my hair again. After all, my bald head was too bright and I couldn't see what I had coded.

As a result, this code lasted almost two years, and I had countless messy things written. I basically lost everything I followed my own ideas, and I still lost everything I imitated.

There are only two books that have completed a million words, one is very bitter and revenge, and it is extremely second. I can’t even read the group behind it.
Chapter completed!