Until now, I have not said a single word from the official chapter. I am not used to it.

Mainly I don't dare to say it.

I dared not ask for votes, I dared not ask for investment, I dared not go to Laoshu to advertise and recruit people. I didn't dare to ask for the Zhangtu that I had agreed with the Cuttlefish in advance. Lao Wang took the initiative to ask me to push me, but I also declined.

I want shame, but I am afraid of cheating people.

In fact, in recent years, I have started with the completion of "Perfect Life". Life is quite smooth. I have given birth to a son, a harmonious family, a loving couple, and a perfect marriage. My material needs are actually limited. I was born as a rural child and bought a house in a small county town. It's great, and he has no more requests.

So I focused on writing a book.

But what awaited me was several consecutive slap times.

I've been writing "Yuan Shou" with difficulty.

Is it good? Looking back, I think it's pretty good. The grades were probably not very good at that time, but they should be okay. The key is that I wrote very carefully.

However, after writing less than 200,000 words, the pressure was so great that I couldn't bear it.

The feeling of carefully scrutinizing words is so painful that it is so painful under the requirements of the update of online novels.

So, the pigeon came.

I was very depressed at the time. The boss advised me to make a familiar one, so I wrote "I am not a god". The idea was sloppy and I didn't take much effort. It was almost a big reason for the streets. I revived with the spiritual energy. The grades were good. Although I was lazy and the layout was scattered, I ordered more than 10,000 yuan in less than one million words. I think there was no river crab. When I finished the book, I dare not say that the grades were too good. It was still expected that it would be better than "Perfect Life".

But later I wrote about the part I was about to enter the fantasy, and I felt a little out of control, so I paused for a while, and wanted to slowly and thought about it before I could write it. As a result, I was directly harmonious before I could resume updates.

It's really embarrassing, it's like I'm again.

But it doesn’t matter. If you do pigeons, you will be do pigeons. It’s just a little more criticism and just bend the bullet and bear it.

Then I wrote "A common man walks east with his sword."

A book with great hope.

I still feel sorry for the editor-in-chief, and I am also sorry for those readers who subscribe.

But by that time, it seemed that I had fallen into a certain dilemma, and the more I struggled, the more I was.

The deeper and deeper the sinking.

Some things cannot be solved.

The more you want to solve it, the more you can't.

I have said a lot about this in the last small chapter of "Pause Button" in Pufu, so I won't repeat it here.

It is the third book of my pigeon in the last two years.

The third slap.

It was the Chinese New Year and the epidemic had not yet begun. I told my wife that I didn’t want to write a book anymore. I went out to find a job. After writing for so many years, I might be tired or I might have been emptied, full of fatigue.

My wife asked me, if you don’t consider how much money you make, what job do you most want to find?

I thought about it for several days, but I still told her: code.

She said, then you can just open a book casually, the subject matter is casual, the writing is casual, don’t consider the grades, don’t ask for votes, don’t ask for chapters, don’t read book reviews, don’t care about anything, don’t care about how much money you can make in the future, just go to work, sit in the study every day, turn on the computer, and start work. People are resting on Saturdays and Sundays, and you also rest.

I agree.

So I will update this new book from Monday to Friday, ranging from 5,600 words to 5,600 words, and a single update on Saturday and Sunday, ranging from 3,400 words to 3,400 words.

It was pretty good at first, but later I gradually felt tired.

In the past week, my mind was so depressed that even my son was far away from me and I was not allowed to be hugged.

After finishing a chapter this morning, my wife was walking around the park with her son. I called and said to her, "I don't want to write anymore. When the epidemic is over, I'll try to find a job!"

She said yes.

She said: Then I will write, you can take care of the baby.

I said yes.

Putting down my phone, I opened the document, and I should have found some reasons to explain in a tactful way that I wanted a eunuch. But I think that writing a book can be explained once or forgiven. From the second time, it will be meaningless. What's more, this is my fourth time in two years?

Forget it, I have no face to explain. I can just write down some of my thoughtful journeys in the past two years, and then sincerely apologize to everyone!

I just apologized to the editor on WeChat, and now I apologize to all readers in a single chapter.

Sorry everyone!

Exhausted and can't continue writing!

The editor said that at least explaining the ending, or making an outline or something like that is somewhat of an explanation.

Actually, it’s easy to say that the meme has been laid. The big light top at the beginning and the store selling pills and opening a store, there was a picture downloaded from the Internet on the store sign, which instantly attracted the first customer. This was all for the summary of the text. But after thinking about it, I felt that the structure behind it would be better not to mention it.

A book of eunuchs does not have to express one's ideas, which has occupied the first pit of creators later.

So, after apologizing, stop.

It has been about five years since the release of "Perfect Life". I have had joy and pain, been praised and cursed. In a nutshell, I have been cursed. In a nutshell, I have caused trouble for everyone!

Today I will write this small chapter and Xiaodao bows deeply to everyone.

I waved my hand and left here, and I hope I will forget each other in the world from now on!
Chapter completed!