This month’s reward comments have been delayed to this day, and I feel ashamed.

How to say it.

This autumn is indeed a turbulent autumn.

People's words are light, but they are just a duckweed floating in the sea.

Looking back, I never felt smooth sailing along the way, but I had a miserable life.

I am indeed a very simple person.

There are three goals for writing a book.

1. Support your family.

2. Be loyal to your hobbies.

Third, the name is left in history.

I really never dare to call myself a talented man.

After all, there are indeed not many people who have accomplished nothing after writing books for fifteen years.

In this industry, those who write about my year have either already had some great promises, or have already recognized myself and changed their careers.

The taste of not being popular for fifteen years is hard to describe in words.

Life is just a few decades, and I don’t know how many fifteen years can be wasted here.

Every night when it's late, I always wonder if I'm old, can't press the keyboard and write a beautiful story. Will I regret my choice?

I have always told people that I am very peaceful and do not envy and jealous of those great masters.

But I rarely tell others that the so-called peace is not born like this, but I am just kneeling in the quagmire again and again and again, and finally slowly learned to face reality.

My reality is simple.

I'm too weak, too sucky, too trash.

I was using my talents that I didn't have to force myself to build an industry that didn't match my talents.

After all, readers' eyes are all sharp. If I can really write a good book, why wait for fifteen years?

I claim to be smart, but I am actually stupid and ridiculous.

A truly smart person should have changed to a more suitable path long ago.

I don't know if I am afraid of change or unwilling to accept it.

The author sees the ups and downs of these days, and readers also see it.

In fact, I understand the summation position of many people and the rights that everyone wants to fight for.

I've thought about saying something.

But I suddenly woke up and I was not worthy.

Others are worried that they will not receive more rewards after the book becomes popular.

If it were fifteen years ago, I would have had exactly the same worries and exactly the same indignation. At that time, I was passionate at that time.

But when I looked back, I found that the fifteen years behind me were a book that was worthy of being coveted.

Not one year, not two years, fifteen years.

A person's life is really few fifteen years.

It's been fifteen years, but I still haven't been able to write a book worthy of something I'm trying to win for.

So I thought again, what am I fighting for?

What should a person who has not written a red book for fifteen years be content with?

It's hard enough to survive.

The current trend of "The Savior" is also the best time I have been in this industry.

I told myself that no matter how violent the wind and waves outside are, they are not my life after all.

What I should care about and always pay attention to is to be worthy of my books and the readers who have always supported me.

So I'm working very hard to keep my head ethereal.

I didn't think about anything, I had only a simple thought.

Write your own book.

If I smash the writing, what can I expect from how the outside environment will develop in the future?

Who will help me support my family?

Help me pay off my debt?

Am I worthy of myself and the readers of this book until now?

Also, I don’t know how you think about the quality of the recent chapters of The Savior.

From my own perspective, I am not satisfied with myself.

Of course, this book will inevitably become more and more difficult to write later, and the difficulty of creation is increasing to a geometric degree.

It must be logical, the scene is constantly enlarged, and the details must be started with vivid characters, and the plot must be interesting and fascinating. The so-called principles I have to be interesting and thoughtful.

The core of the creation of this book is actually very crazy.

This is the biggest difficulty I face now.

I must and can only focus on this matter with all my might.

Otherwise, I will be sorry to anyone.

When I reach middle age, I have smoothed my edges, but I still remember what my original intention was to write a story.

I'm still arrogant.

I still want to be a writer who can write works that are remembered, rather than always being said to be coded.

A hundred years later, there are still people reading my books, and their blood is boiling, moved to tears, and laughing.

I am still greedy.

I also want to be rich, as rich as JK Rowling.

At the same time, I always firmly believe that a writer's wealth and his talent can be equal.

I can't guarantee that this book can do it.

Thanks to all the readers who subscribed, rewarded, and voted for me during April 2020.

Below is the April reward list, with the amount in brackets.

Thank you everyone, you are so strong!

Cynical Egg, ios ( 2450 )

Second-hand man (1100)

Deep Sea 2 (1000)

The Destroying Frog (375)

Win Shizhale (218)

Light Wind v (200)

20170825 Ai Yu (120)

☆Night Wind☆(100)

PS Madman (100)

spicychi ( 100 )

Book Friend 20180429025055152 (100)

Wood core (100)

Ye Yanan (100)

Sheng Zongmo (100)

Long'er's heart is broken (100)

My name is the God of Killing Bai Qi (100)

Grab your lollipop, ios (100)

Cangliu 133 (100)

Zheng Xunyi (100)

Reader 1565399552192387 ( 100 )

Jimoyimi (100)
To be continued...