Ah, it’s the first time I have written this article for so long that I don’t know what to write in the end of the book, but I always wrote it before and it feels strange if I don’t write it this time.

During this period, I still removed the writer's assistant for a while, so I will make up for the thank you list for this period:

Thanks to Pixiu, smile every day, butterfly tt, can I eat it after changing the nickname? Chu Jin, corn, Lubo, people are thinner than loofah and thinner than cucumber, Jiguang Piyu 666, Book friends 161121, Light ink dance in the world, Book friends 160514, Book friends 202004, Xiao Ahong, the moon is bright and the mountain, who can speak with all the words, Shao Meng Ge, Guaihu @ Wen Hou, pear77, tang160416, the monthly ticket for flowers blooming on the road, butterflies flying.

Thanks to Guaiguaihu@Wenhou, Emerald Green Radish, Flowing Water Swordsman, Butterfly Lotus Dream for the reward.

By the way, because Guaiguaihu rewarded a leader, there is another chapter to update next, but because I am still sorting out the outline of the next volume, this article will be updated in early December. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write an additional update.

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The first half of this volume was basically written in a situation where day and night were reversed. Because the summer in Europe was too hot, and the apartments here generally did not have air conditioning, which led to the hottest two weeks that I could only sleep during the day, open the window at night and start working remotely & typing - because I was awake only during this period. During this period, I read Acheng's diary and unexpectedly found that his writing habits were like this. Although he had been suffering from migraines for this, he still remained unchanged. I saw him writing in his diary, he would write from night to early morning until the birds started to scream, and asked readers, do you know when the birds started to scream in the morning?

Ah, I know, I know.

This terrible work and rest lasted almost two weeks ago, and there was no special reason. One night, I suddenly decided to return to my normal work and rest on melatonin to complete my first night's hard sleep, and then corrected it. The good news is that I haven't gone to bed early for a long time and got up early. The bad news is that the joy and playful writing that was always sleepy and always in the subtle discomfort some time disappeared. Although I felt a little helpless, it seemed that this fulfilled Dazai's sentence "When life is happy, write a poem of despair; when frustrated, the joy of sketching". Although the outline of the story in the next volume has not been completely sorted out, to some extent does this mean that when my work and rest are regular, I can only write a heavier plot... (Contemplation)

Ah, not sure, not sure.

Who knows before writing it out?

Then, the story of the third volume begins.
Chapter completed!