The book is finally finished.

This is my first book. When I typed the last word, I was still very happy. Because I finished this matter well and did not give up halfway. Although I had the idea of ​​giving up many times during the writing process, I still wrote it down.

From the release of the book on May 4 last year to the completion of the book on June 30 this year.

After writing, I breathed a sigh of relief.

At least I am right to the friends who voted for me in the end. In order to express my respect, I will not report their names here. Although there are only a few people, one hand is enough.

It is the heart of the people that the melon seeds are not full. At least I did not disappoint their expectations. I made this awkward thing a relatively perfect ending with a embarrassed mood.

Why is it embarrassing?

The first is the score, the second is the score, and the third is the score.

This so-called book has no results at all. Because I have never obtained a contract from beginning to end. A book that has not signed a contract wants results. It is millions of times more difficult than a toad that can eat swan meat.

If you cannot obtain a book that has a contract, you are not qualified to define yourself as a flop. Only if you obtain a contract, if you only collect a book that has a flop, and only subscribe to it, can you proudly declare to the public: I am a flop writer.

And I am just a writer who is more trash than the one who fails to accept it. I have finished writing the complete book with my own dissatisfaction.

The process of writing this book is a huge joke to the outside world.

This is a great achievement for me.

I revealed a very embarrassing secret. In fact, when this book met the conditions for applying for a contract, I applied. I should have applied more than once.

The result was that I failed. I gave up.

It was because I failed to pass several applications. I had serious doubts about my writing ability. I doubted whether my writing was so bad, or even less eye-catching as a piece of shit. (Facts have proved that it is right to not pass, the data shows everything. But I just refused to give up. I was a stubborn donkey like the Yellow River that I would not give up.).

When I read the course on the homepage of China Literature, it mentioned that some authors do not have the talent to write stories, but do not believe in evil, and have to write with the so-called strong perseverance. Such an author is not desirable.

I compared my situation according to the standards in the course. I sadly realized that I was the one who wrote hard with the so-called strong perseverance.

Regularly speaking, this book should have been cut to the bottom of hell. As the author, I should move bricks and rest wherever I cool down.

But I have my own principle: I must have a beginning and an end to do things, even if the result of this matter is extremely bad.

The above is my final comment. It is full of complaints and negative energy.

Finally, I gave a deep gift to the readers and friends who read my book. Thank you for taking the time to see this book in the vast sea of ​​books and contributing your click-through rate. I just want to say one thing: Good people, good people. Good people will be rewarded, and good people will be safe for their lives.

Finally, I have one more thing to say.

My dream-seeking pace will not stop because of the blows of the first book.

The new book is about to begin soon.

Let's preview the content of the new book.

Unsurprisingly, the type of the new book is still fantasy, but the story is set in a scene in Journey to the West.

A person is originally a cannon fodder. In the sky, he is the most inconspicuous dust. Birth, old age, sickness and death are his normal life trajectory. When this dust is accidentally caught in the center of the storm, he realized a truth after the disaster. Even if they are gentle and obedient, in the eyes of those gods and Buddhas, they are just dispensable and annoying scum. They are used when they think about it, and throw it aside without it. His weak heart flashed back a sentence repeatedly, gods and immortals are also made by mortals, and why should we mortals be in the hands of so-called gods and Buddhas?

The protagonist suddenly woke up. For his future and for the fate of his tribe, he wanted to hold God's neck and spray God with saliva on his face.

Since God is unfair, he has to arrange his own destiny.

In addition, I wrote a short story "The Genesis of Li Ergou", hoping that my friends would take the time to read it.

I wish all my friends peace and happiness.
Chapter completed!