On the first day of the Lunar New Year in Beijing time and the thirty years in Canada, it should be just right to greet the New Year.

I am cooking frozen dumplings, and I will use this time to post some off-topic talk.

I'm very unbeatable recently.

I can’t help but browse Weibo to see the domestic epidemic situation every day. I don’t know where you are, but no matter where you are, I must protect myself, pay more attention to official information, and don’t be too panic and pessimistic. At worst, I can only gain three pounds in a few days, and it will be too late to lose even after spring.

Although I have experienced the lockdown of Beijing, I can’t stand and talk without backache. I have no mentality problems here, but in short, it’s always good to be able to smile more (not worry about laughing bitterly), and I can relieve myself, and I can also relieve others when I see it.

Let's review the updates this week.

It's mainly because of Kavin.

After writing the two chapters of "I Have Died Three Times", I suddenly felt relieved, and it seemed that I could be finished (not).

The content of these two chapters is polished when the book is opened... It turns out that I am still stuttering when I write it, and I always feel that it is not good enough, especially bad.

First, because I am a liberal arts student, I cannot understand a lot of professional knowledge by searching for information, so the technical content can only be ensured that it does not appear low-level and ridiculous;

Second, I am worried that there are too many preparations for Mianmian, the transformation from Mianmian to year is not natural and reasonable enough, and the final choices will be abrupt, etc. emotional description issues such as;

The third is that I am self-loathed every day... Why do I have so few vocabulary, nothing, I am so powerless to express myself, why I am so long-winded, why I type so slowly, etc.

For example, a sentence in the next article, "Her life is coming with..." The second half of this sentence was quickly finalized, and the first half was changed again and again.

"Her whole life", "her life", "her happiness and pain as a human being", "her time and world", "her everything as a human being" and so on.

No one likes you very much.                                                           �

If anyone has any better suggestions, please feel free to accompany me to think about it again.

There are indeed some issues that are not clearly explained, such as the cause of Pascal's suicide and the last desperate choice every year.

The former will not be mentioned for the time being, the latter will make appropriate additions.

The reason why I didn't fit in these two chapters is that I was worried that it would affect the theme and rhythm of the narrative, so I pressed it temporarily.

The detailed outline of the contents behind is still being sorted out. I will sort out everything as soon as possible (before tomorrow night) and resume daily updates.

The caravan is about to enter the Gaia continent, and the secrets of each year have been unlocked. The faction confrontation has officially launched. The high-IQ Jiu Color Deer, who has been offline for a long time, has also made arrangements. The disputes between the three tribes, the conflicts between forces, the confrontation between artificial intelligence and humans. Hongni Xiaojiu remember to read this site for favorites. The update here is really fast. The dilemma and breakthroughs of consciousness upload technology, etc.

My responsibility is to ensure the rationality and excitement of the story.

But please rest assured that wonderful things do not mean bloody, the emotional line will not change, and there will be no disgusting people with a man and a woman (Nick Lingchi warns), and there will be no wisdom-reducing behavior of doing things like heaven and earth, and not listening without listening.

To be honest, Qi Youfeng initially appeared as a passerby.

As a result... he fell in love with every day as he wrote.

I didn't understand at the beginning when he fell in love with this girl...

The pen is mine, the keyboard is mine, but the characters are no longer mine. I still have to do psychological analysis for them every day, and I have to make a nanny from my own mother.

I wonder if I can wait until the day these people will give me a pension to see me off? (??_???)

Finally, I wish you all a happy New Year, peace, stability, stability, and health.

In 2020, three million words, ended, rush!
Chapter completed!