There may not be any updates in the evening, Qianqian wants to drink some wine, I hope everyone can understand.
I want to use the bitter, slightly rice-flavored alcohol to simply paralyze my brain, either to the point of being drunk, or to the point of being so dizzy that the buildings in front of me are shaking, that would be the best.
But before I go out, I want to chat with you all, my most loyal readers.
After doing the math, I have been writing books for two years, and there are quite a few people who have stayed. Writing books is really boring. Only with your support can I survive. I would like to bow in advance and thank you.
Now, Qian Qian is not in good health and suffers from systemic diseases, but the recent update personally feels that it is quite powerful.
Let us take advantage of it today.
I haven't been drunk in a while. Two years ago, I seemed to be in a state of getting drunk every day. I was really decadent at that time, with unkempt hair and no vitality at all. At that time, I was alone, very lonely, and wanted to talk.
There is no one there, but after drinking too much, I would wrap myself in a quilt and cry secretly.
But the most ridiculous thing is that I was only in my third year of high school that year, and I should be the sunniest age under the morning sun.
At this time of the year, at the beginning of my senior year of high school, I felt suffocated for the first time due to the pressure of money. I felt helpless, helpless, and pathetic. It was the feeling of being fucked by reality, and I was extremely exhausted physically and mentally.
People who have read Qian's first book know that there is a heroine named Jinni in it. This heroine is a character I created from her. She is a girl who is very important to me and has influenced many people who cannot be hated. Her name also has
Bring a girl.
On September 17th, I told Qian that it was really special.
On September 17, 2009, I still remember that it was the first semester of the third year of junior high school. When school first started, it should have been five years ago. The second time I was with her was that day, which changed me.
A straight but now confusing life trajectory.
I remember that she was very young at that time, and I was ignorant and immature in my heart. The two of us looked at each other face to face for a long time, but neither of us dared to talk to the other. It seemed that in the end we left each other's phone numbers and contacted each other through text messages.
Two years ago, on September 17th, when I was in Mudanjiang, I remember lighting fireworks and preparing many, many things. But that day, I realized that these romances can only be the innocence of youth. In reality,
Who the hell cares?
When we separated, she said this to me.
It took me one year of high school, four years of college, two years of working, and seven years to stabilize. She couldn't wait for me. Haha, that time was the first time I thought it was funny. I didn't say anything to her, so I left.
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After I left, I sank for a long time. I was unwilling and wanted to stand up. Later, I started to choose to write books. At first, I wrote about romance. It was not the kind of pure female romance, CEO goddess, etc., the kind of full-featured book.
It's a negative, sadistic and sad story, I just want to express it.
Later, a 17-year-old online editor asked me to come to 17 to write a book. I had written it in the third year of junior high school. A manuscript of several hundred thousand words was my first book. I took it to 17 and started publishing it. I didn’t think about it at the time.
I just sign contracts and make money, I just have nothing to do, and I want to distract myself from the experience.
But what I feel quite worthy of is that I stopped reading the first book in my senior year of high school, then started the second book, and now the third book.
I don’t think Evil Lord is the pinnacle. I believe the next one will be better. But Evil Lord, I really put my heart into it. I know my readers are younger and they sometimes feel heavy when reading Evil Lord.
, it is not as heavy as that of Feng Ling Master or Er Gen Master. Their writing style is very deep and shallow cannot compare.
But my heaviness is relatively cruel. This may have something to do with my experience and the way I first wrote the article.
Evil Lord is a novice novel, but I added some things to Evil Lord, some of which are personal concepts, good and evil human nature, and many other things. I believe that when it is finished, I will be very disappointed, and even
I went crazy for a while, couldn't stop, couldn't leave.
I think that among authors, I should be considered a relatively unreliable one. I am younger, not calm enough, and do not have sophisticated writing skills. But I will work harder. I often communicate with readers, communicate seriously, and chat a little bit.
, read more, learn more, to arm yourself.
After two years, on September 17th again, my writing has become much simpler, no longer as flashy and flashy as before.
In the past two years, I have watched a lot and learned a lot, and I find it even more ridiculous. Let me talk about the things that I find quite sad in the past two years.
I originally read an article in which a relatively old writer said that young people in the 1990s were all suffering from disease-free sex. I thought it was quite right at the time. Now that I think about it, it is totally wrong. Who can tell me?
, how come those born in the 1990s are not sick anymore? Aren’t all diseases caused by being forced out and infected by viruses? Where did the virus come from? Isn’t it just the ethos of this society?
A while ago, a friend held a bouquet of flowers. To be precise, it was not a flower, but a paper flower made from tens of thousands of dollars. She smiled very sweetly and happily, but I felt quite sad at the time.
I wanted to ask her at that time, what are flowers used for? If flowers can be replaced with money, why do they still grow? Why do flower shops keep them? Is money everything?
A few days ago, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, a lot of pictures were uploaded to the space. One of them is still fresh in my mind. This picture is of a box of mooncakes. There was only one mooncake in the mooncake box, and the rest of the space was covered by Mao Zedong. I laughed at that time.
Already.
The last few paragraphs are just a rant, and I just skipped the curse words. Let me be angry for a moment, but I really feel bad. I want to say, what is going on in this world?
At that time, I asked a few friends from the bottom of my heart. I said at that time what was wrong with the world? Do we have to focus on money?
Those friends told me that it's because you don't have money, so you don't know the pleasure of having money and the importance of money. I lowered my head and didn't say anything at that time. I was like this.
But I think even in a few years, if I had money, I would not choose such flashy things. Isn’t the Golden Autumn Festival a time when family reunions highlight family ties? Can money buy life and death? I think companionship is more important than money. That’s true.
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I know that my readers are relatively young, and I also write short stories. In my senior year of high school, it was because of the ridiculousness of money that I experienced the bloody plot that can only happen in idol dramas, and I dedicated my cherished and commemorative feelings with all my heart.
, fell to pieces.
I wrote a short article at that time, and there was a sentence in it, which said that the deep-rooted feelings on campus are nothing more than a few sports cars and a few bungalows, which are too damn unstable. In fact, I have gone off track a little in recent years, but I must never forget my true heart.
I think it's very important. Everyone will have a difficult time. If you get through this time, you won't be miserable anymore.
At least, when I talk about these things now, I feel much calmer because I know you are supporting me.
Let's go, let's go together, we share weal and woe, we are in the same boat through thick and thin, all the way to the end of Evil Lord, accompanying me step by step, we are taking the same steps, walking on the road pushed by every handwriting of Evil Lord, until we pull out
Waving the flag with a completed book, that is, let us look back and take a look at the road we have come, that is, maybe someone graduated, that is, maybe someone got married, there are too many possibilities, but, I know,
We must all be there at that time!
My Asaka army, we are in the same boat through thick and thin.
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