Yesterday, Jingye very sincerely broke out with three guaranteed chapters, and then cautiously opened a single chapter asking for monthly votes.
As a result, there were only three monthly tickets in a whole day.
I kept refreshing, refreshing, and refreshing all night long, with no intention of coding at all.
At that moment, Jingye felt as if she had been abandoned by the whole world, and emotions of depression and despair grew crazily in her heart.
At that moment, Jingye discovered that Yao Shen's collection of more than 20,000 yuan was completely fake, and it had been Jingye who had been performing a one-man show all along.
At that moment, Jingye realized that she suddenly couldn't write a book anymore. She wrote and deleted a chapter, deleted and wrote it again. A chapter that could usually be completed in two hours took six hours to complete.
Tossing and turning, unable to sleep all night.
I thought about being a eunuch.
I thought about the end.
I thought about closing the pen.
I thought about committing suicide.
I was getting less and less sleepy, so I simply got up and continued typing.
When a chapter flowed out from her fingers unconsciously, Jingye realized that she had been inseparable from words for a long time.
When each vivid character appeared on the page, Jingye realized that what she really enjoyed was the pleasure of immersing herself in the text, rather than all kinds of illusory data.
To be strong without desire is to be strong. People always become miserable when they have all kinds of desires.
Overnight, as if decades had passed, Jingye understood a very simple truth that few people understood.
Dear brothers and sisters, thank you for your ruthlessness, allowing Jingye to stage a one-man show that made people laugh.
Dear brothers and sisters, thank you for your ruthlessness, which made Jingye realize her own humbleness and insignificance.
Dear brothers and sisters, thank you for your unfeeling and letting Jingye know that it is a very extravagant wish for you to vote monthly.
However, human hearts are made of flesh, and Jingye, who has a handicapped hand, has been working very hard these days. Can't Jingye's hard work not impress her brothers and sisters at all?
Jingye doesn't dare to ask for too many monthly passes. Today, Jingye only dares to weakly plead with her brothers and sisters to reward Jingye with a monthly pass. Can the brothers and sisters satisfy Jingye's small wish? (To be continued.)