Xiao Qi actually didn't think about what to say, so she could only close her eyes, roll her face away from the keyboard, and say whatever came to her mind.

Tenth anniversary, I dare not put this word in the title of the chapter. Ten years of writing a book is persistence, perseverance, and honor for a writer. But ten years of writing a book is a bit too much and not enough. I am afraid of being criticized.

New readers will see it at first glance, and it will become a factor to dissuade them. Although there should be no new readers to follow, I will hypnotize myself for the time being, and I think there will be.

So, I have something to say to everyone. I’m really sorry for delaying you for ten years. I didn’t want to write it at first, but I was afraid that everyone would laugh at me and say: Oh, look at Xiaoqi, I’m afraid she’s going to turn into a living corpse.

I can’t even remember such an important day.

In fact, for me, the best celebration is to give myself three days off, spend a good weekend, think about nothing, do nothing, and be a carefree living corpse, but this is not enough, everyone here

Most of you are old readers, so you can be happy by yourself, why don't you bring everyone with you? Explosion, third update, fifth update, tenth update, this is the right way to celebrate, everyone enjoys it, I will make some money

Royalties, forced win-win, perfect.

emmm, but I really can’t do it. Not to mention breaking out, it’s a little difficult to keep up with daily updates. One reason is that I’m busy with worldly affairs. Recently, I’ve also reflected on why I always sit in front of the computer for hours, typing one word at a time.

If you don't come out, you will squeeze out the last 9 points of IQ. If you find the reason, it is nothing more than eagerness for success.

Originally, Xiaoqi's style was daily flow, nonsense flow, but suddenly I had to push the main line urgently, and wanted to finish it as soon as possible. I changed my style to a master, and my style changed at a moment's notice. It was easy to do it with ease, and it didn't matter at all. Xiaoqi had no choice but to write at a third-rate level.

With one hand, you can only cultivate one-third of an acre of your own land. If you suddenly change the way you write, you will definitely become bald.

Of course, when I say this, I don’t mean to tell you to return to daily life. I said at the beginning, say whatever comes to mind. I have never given up on the idea of ​​ending it as soon as possible. Of course, I will not give up casually. The ending has already been arranged.

, Xiaoqi has conceived it for so many years, and everyone has speculated about it for so many years. We know each other's secrets, and we understand it tacitly.

Finally, I really can’t say the words of celebration shamelessly. After doing one thing for ten years, everyone will get tired of it. Just like your own child, when he is just born, he happily celebrates the New Year every day. When he grows up, he feels cute.

It still hurts to the core. After eight or ten years, Emma has worked too hard, is tired, and is tired. She starts to feel a little disgusted and picks up troubles. Does she feel a little... a little crooked? A little clown?

So she started talking about other people's children. Xiao Qi must be in this state of mind now.

I don’t intend to complain to everyone about the trivial matters in life. After all, it’s not too hard. Occasionally, I can take some time to play games, like an African ten-game draw. It’s just that Xiaoqi is in a 20th-tier town, and the atmosphere is relaxed.

Compared with the people around me, she looks miserable. Any 996 office worker in a first-tier city can slap Xiao Qi in the face.

It seems that the topic has been diverted again. It is not good to exceed a thousand words. Let’s just talk about the tenth anniversary like this. You don’t have to celebrate, but you can’t help but bow and say thank you to the readers who have always supported Xiaoqi.
Chapter completed!