The latest chapter is gone

It's another month, I think everyone understands that the recent chapters have not been missed. I saw many book friends say this. I have a deep understanding, because I didn't miss it when I wrote it. I had no idea what I missed. I graduated from work and dreamed of future dreams. These things are entangled with me. I can no longer spend too much energy on this book. I don't have such leisure time. I want to find a job and bow my back for five dou of rice. I want to make money by writing this book, but no one recognizes this way of writing. Until it was put on the shelves, there were only more than 4,000 collections. I have problems with my writing style. This is my personal reason. You are the best readers I have ever met, but I am not a good author. I am now subscribed.

I read too few, only more than 200, and I can't improve my writing even if I try my best to write. Recently, my collection has dropped rapidly. I know it is because of the quality. I posted a post in Longkong and said that I was in this mood. They wanted me to be eunuch. I shook my head. I can't be eunuch. No matter whether I write well or not, I have to write it. I can't be eunuch. I have to finish writing. I will continue to struggle. Subscription. I no longer have a desire. This book has become old. I want to give it a later life. If you are interested, read it and take it off the shelves if you are not interested. I will continue to write it, but you have no mood. This book is such a tragedy. Since its birth, it is destined to not be recognized by the mainstream.

The outline of this book is set at 1001.5 million words, and the contract sent to it is also written in this way. Now it seems that 1 million words cannot end. I will write more than 1.5 million words, but in short, I will not end inexplicably.

Three months ago, I wrote the chapter content with my heart and forced my dry eyes to open every late night.

Three months later, my hard work was exhausted, and my body had various diseases. I woke up in a nightmare every morning. There was water in my eyes, but I felt extremely dry. My ears seemed to have lost their hearing and could not hear clearly. I had to poke them with my fingers to recover. In the mirror, there was a pale face, as if I could never go through tomorrow.

All I have left now is endless confusion and the persistence of dying struggle.

I am definitely not a slogan three months ago. I said this very energetic three months ago. I said it weakly three months later, but no matter what, I will remember this sentence after I said it.

I don’t know when my missing point will come back, maybe it’s when I find a job, maybe it’s after this dull period has passed, I don’t know when it will come back, I just know it is still there, hidden deepest in my heart, hidden in my confusion about the future.

The same sentence, I will continue to write. If you don’t want to read it, don’t read it. This will waste the money you saved. I feel uneasy. I can’t bear to waste your coins like this. I just want to write it alone. In the vast wilderness, I will move forward alone.
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