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The work "Seeing Cold Smoke Again" has been 113 days since the first chapter was uploaded on July 25th. Recommended: Shi San, the master's new work: "Above the Sky" http://www./0_1/Today is the day this work is released. I am not only excited, but also nervous and uneasy.

This work is not my first work, but it is the first work signed and put on the shelves. When I recall my writing process, I feel an indescribable feeling in my heart. I thank my book friends for their encouragement, my book friends for their support, my book friends for their love for me, and even more so for the editor-in-chief for not giving up on me.

Why do you say so?

Because during these 2712 hours in 113 days, I had the idea of ​​stopping writing several times. Every time when I decided not to continue, I opened the web page and read the book friends' urging updates, messages and encouragement, as well as the book friends' evaluations and suggestions for the work, my heart trembled, moved, and my eyes blurred. So I typed the computer keyboard again.

However, when the unspeakable pain in a woman's heart appears again and again, I still can't help but ask myself:

Why is this? Why do you have to persevere? Why do you have to force yourself? You are a person with a lack of physical condition, you are a person with a history of cancer. Even if you are mediocre every day, your lover and your children still love you, you are still the most beautiful wife in your lover's heart, and the most beautiful mother in your children's heart. The road ahead of you is like a car with broken parts driving on an unknown road. Maybe one day it will fall into the ditches, maybe one day it will be lying on the road halfway, why not take advantage of the sunny days to travel and relax? No matter how long the rest of the days are, you should live a more relaxed life, right? It is not in vain that you came to this world as a woman.

So, when I had this idea again, I turned off the computer again without hesitation, and even hid it. I told myself not to turn it on. Just like this, one day, two days, and three days passed.

On the fourth day, I finally got itchy and couldn't help but turn on the computer and the web page. Unexpectedly, the editor-in-chief gave me a surprise. My work actually appeared on the category push of the web page. My heart trembled again. I was moved, and my eyes blurred again.

This time, I finally strengthened my mind and didn’t make excuses for myself, just for the dream in my heart. In my life, no matter what, I want to fulfill the dream in my heart that I have had since childhood and give myself a proud capital. If my life is destined to be as long as others, then I want to broaden the width of this journey. My breasts have lost their plumpness, but I want to make my life fuller.

No, just because I am a different woman.

I think I will never forget 2014 in my life. In the 365 days of this year, I experienced the diagnosis of breast cancer, more than six hours of breast removal surgery, and the most difficult chemotherapy process in half a year. I experienced the torment of women who love beauty but cannot be beautiful for life. After missing the fight with death, I returned the same way. People who frequently enter and exit the hospital have a sharper perception of happiness and life, and have a deeper understanding and cherishment of life and life.

So, I told myself that I wanted to fulfill my dreams and fulfill my dreams I had since childhood - writing. I like reading books and reading various types of novels. After reading too many, I thought that I would also tell a story for people, those who like me, and those who love me. However, the hospital links life and death. In the hospital, you can better understand a truth that everyone understands but is difficult to implement. Later, I was still shaken. I started writing several times, stopped writing, and started writing again.

One day in 2017, I finally turned on the computer. The first time I touched the keyboard was because of a doctor's words. I changed to a Grade A hospital for a review of my health. After seeing my initial case, the doctor smiled and said to me: "Yes, there is still a five-year survival rate." When I heard it, I was confused at that time and didn't know what the five-year survival rate was. Finally, the doctor told me that if you can survive the first five years, then your illness will be cured by 60%. If you survive the second five years, your illness will be cured by 80%. And in these first five years, once you relapse or metastasis,...

The doctor didn't continue and I naturally understood. I smiled and swore to the doctor about my strength and indifferentness, but who knows the pain in my heart. Every time I face the results of the review, my heart is about to jump out. I am afraid, I am afraid of losing my life, leaving my children, leaving my lover, and even more afraid that my dream will not be realized, my dream has not yet come true.

So, I solemnly announced my decision to my lover and children. Just when they were sure that I was in a hot mind, I started my dream mileage... My works started to type the first word from the keyboard and reached nearly 500,000 words today.

On the 26th of last month, when I was holding the report for the body review again, my heart thrilled again, and my thyroid gland was found to have a diffuse lesions. This time, I was scared, really scared, and completely scared. I wanted to cry, and I wanted to jump off the building. Am I really the only five-year survival rate in the doctor's mouth? Is it really such an unlucky woman? I love a beautiful life, a beautiful life, holding the report for the review in my hand, I avoided my lover and hid silently in the toilet of the hospital. After I got home, I told the children brilliantly, telling my lover, I was fine, and I was fine. Then I still began to fulfill my dreams...

On the 9th of this month, I felt unwilling because I was worried that the dream in my heart would eventually look at the moon in the water. I went to the hospital again. I had another re-examination. Perhaps my unwilling prayers and thoughts shake the gods and the sky. The doctor told me that it was just a false alarm. Despite this, my heart still couldn't settle down because I had not yet stepped out of the threshold of the five-year survival rate as the doctor said. However, I was even more determined to continue to tell stories to my book friends.

I said so much incoherently, and the purpose is only one: to continue my dreams, tell my story to my book friends, and to type out the fragrance of books from the keyboard and give it to my dear book friends.

Finally, I wish all my book friends peace, health, happiness and joy every day! Thank you again for your support and love for all book friends! I love a beautiful life, a brilliant day, and I love you even more!

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