2019 passed in a flash.

This year, I left Chongqing and changed to a strange city.

In the past, everything was passed by, and it dissipated. There was nothing to say, nothing to miss, and nothing to hold grudges.

People have to look forward, it has nothing to do with age.

People are old and ugly, and they can’t even find a job. This is the sadness of middle-aged people.

Fortunately, many book friends accompanied me all the way and fought hard, and walked through this year.

Thank you very much.

Today is New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve.

I forgot how many years I have lived alone, fifteen years or eighteen years or so anyway, it’s almost the same. Sitting quietly in the house listening to the sound of firecrackers outside and watching the lights of thousands of families is also a kind of mood.

I have been writing for almost three years, and I have written some messy things. The only way to continue working hard and live is to have a direction.

I hope I have a good luck and good harvest in 2020.

I also wish all book friends a happy and prosperous life in the new year, both wealth and wealth, good harvest, good future, and a new leap.

I wish all singles can find a happy partner, I wish those who have children are healthy and smart, I wish the elderly good fortune and longevity, I wish you all good health and good money.

In short, all the unsatisfactory ones will be dispersed, all the good luck will be preserved, and all the wishes will come true.
Chapter completed!