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The book that was released on the tenth day is only on the shelves today, so I have to say that the speed should be okay.

In fact, I have been writing very hard.

The main reason is that these more than ten days are very difficult in the author's opinion. The extremely poor grades are of course the main reason, and the other aspect is still a commonplace problem.

There are still unresolved basic necessities of life.

I have always wanted to stick to the path of writing, but I still have to live every day. Everyone has to eat every day.

It is really difficult to stick to your dreams.

But I still gritted my teeth and persisted. I have already thrown several books on the street. I don’t know how many readers this instinct can have.

I don't want to continue selling miserably or anything.

In each book, the author has actually put a lot of effort into constructing the plot, but no surprise, the results of each book are still so miserable.

to be honest.

The blow to the author is also very serious.

In addition, some things happened at home recently, which caused the update of this book to be slow for a period of time, which further led to the loss of the only readers.

The author also wants to change himself.

But.

Asked many times.

No audience grandpa said why they didn't like this book, and what went wrong with the author, which caused everyone to dislike it.

Maybe no one was watching at all.

I can only grope and write by myself, and write according to my outdated ideas.

There is no progress or change in the slightest.

I don't know at all what is a poison point and a cool point that readers like. ,

Just keep writing my own story.

perhaps.

This kind of factor behind the times is also the reason why I rushed to the street.

Seriously.

The heart is really very uncomfortable. . . . . .

In any case, like the previous books, it is basically impossible for eunuchs to be eunuchs, and it must be very difficult for a book to reach the shelves.

Especially now that the results are still incomparably bleak.

Even more so.

In the early stage, I will work hard to update, at least four or five updates a day, try to write for a month, and see the results, if I can earn tens of dollars a day.

Then the author will insist on finishing the book.

to me.

I have never been so anxious, and I have expectations for the future, because after all, this is the money I earned for myself based on my fantasy and the things I like.

It is completely different in concept from the money obtained in other ways. I believe that friends who have already worked should understand that the author who hit the street also has a dream of becoming a writer.

I just hope that the readers who can see here can support a wave of first orders.

For an author like me, there must be no pirated editions. If there is a shortage of books at any time, I want to see how to play the street books.

Just read this book again.

Why.

It's on the shelves.

Some families are happy and some are sad. After it is put on the shelves, they will be able to earn income. However, seeing the poor results, I don’t know if it is enough to eat a meal of braised chicken and rice.

It can only be expected.

Then try to write your own story.

Don't ask why the author keeps thinking about income. There is no other reason, but he wants to eat meat and eat something delicious. The author has had a really hard time this year.

Just trying to improve my life a bit.

I think there should be nothing wrong with this. . . . After all, the meat is still delicious, and the author has not eaten meat for a long time.

Do you know about white water porridge?

Occasionally, I can buy some meat for festivals. . . .

Think about it now.

I feel Terr's bitterness.

No one has tried to eat steamed buns and porridge every day for several months, while conceiving, imagining the development of the plot every day.

In the eyes of others.

The author is probably an idiot. . . . However, the world I conceived makes me happy and, perhaps, interesting to some readers.

real.

Want to write a good story.

But looking at the results are so miserable, the blow is really big. Sometimes I even have a thought, am I really not suitable to be an author?

Some people can take off by writing casually.

but me.

No matter how hard you try, you will not be able to reap success. . . . For the first time in his life, he felt the existence of talent and also realized the gap in talent.

Not as powerful as others.

But I like it.

This is a very helpless thing.

I know several readers who have been very supportive of this book.

For these friends, I want to say, I really appreciate your likes.

live in the world.

Survival is the heaviest stress for most of us. I hope that those friends with financial strength can give me food so that the author can stick to his dream.

Bringing you the full story. . . . . . Just now I was saying that it wasn’t a sell-out, but now that I’ve written so much, it really looks like a sell-out in retrospect. . . . I don’t want to say too much, thanks to the brothers who silently supported, really thank you, thank you for your likes.

Thank you also for your flowers and hundreds of evaluation tickets, as well as those rewards and monthly tickets.

Not your words.

The author may have been unable to hold on. The results of this book are destined to not be good. I have no illusions about this, but I still hope that everyone can subscribe.

There are dozens of dollars for food every day.

I just give it a go. . . . Those brothers who want to gain weight, please give a first order, and when you come back in a few days, as long as the results are not the kind of misery that no one cares about, this book must be ready to be slaughtered. . . Please subscribe! Please subscribe! Please subscribe! Say important things three times!

I feel uneasy.

Maybe now is really the era of fast food.

However.

I have always felt that a novel is telling a story, without foreshadowing, without other characters, without a plot, how can it be a complete novel?

Just cool.

It is impossible to finish the book.

Drama is needed.

Something that promotes the development of the plot is needed to make a work complete.

Even if it's just an online novel, it's still a novel anyway, and I hope it's not the kind that people will easily forget after reading it.

Authors also have ambitions.

I also hope that one day I will be able to prove the truth. . . . Writing without brains can certainly make me a little bit of money, and my grades are many times better than now, but I will resist after I pick up the pen.

I don't want to code such simple text.......This is also a kind of childish performance. Obviously short of money, but still in Wenqing, he deserves to act on the street.

It's not that I have trouble with money.

It's me who is afraid.

I am afraid that after I get used to writing like that, I will no longer be able to tell stories, and I will no longer be able to dream, dreaming about the scene where I will one day preach.

Just rely on no brains.

There is no way to go up.

I may have given up the money for a while, but I have held on to the possibility that I can reach the top... Even if it is extremely slim, it still exists.

One in ten million.

millionth.

At least.

I can still hope.

I put all my energy into the novel I wrote, and finish it meticulously. My expectation is that it can bring joy or blood to everyone, and let everyone relax after stressful work and study. Get a brief moment of happiness.

From time to time, someone criticizes online articles.

Advertise some beautiful words like spring and snow, saying that these can bring the sublimation of the soul to readers and bring spiritual power to readers.

to be honest.

I generally don't pay much attention to this kind of criticism. I don't like confrontation, and I don't want to discuss the soul sublimation effect of traditional literature.

Since it exists, it makes sense.

Web text.

To be able to live so well.

Nature has the right to live.

I just write my article quietly, because my goal is very clear, that is, in this society where the pressure of life is becoming more and more serious.

Soothe your tense nerves, just like many movies in cinemas.

Getting to this point is enough.

Be down-to-earth, let my works accept everyone's inspection, and truly let readers decide everything.

to this end.

I always try my best.

but.

With such rubbish results up to now, I feel that I am probably out of touch. I don't know what everyone likes, and I feel inexplicable fear in my heart.

In fact, with the development of web texts to the present, there are hundreds of thousands of people writing, and everyone will inevitably experience aesthetic fatigue. The extremely fierce competition makes the writing of web texts more difficult.

It has reached a very unbelievable level, one out of ten thousand people, and its intensity is much more exaggerated than traditional literature. .

It is countless times more intense than the martial arts of the year.

Especially now.

The difficulty of writing is even more extreme.

Readers will get fatigued.

It is very painful for the author to have novel ideas to be able to be seen and to satisfy the appetite of readers.

Some things I just learned are eliminated before I practice them. I eat boring instant noodles every day, and I can't see the hope of novels at all. . . .

I still remember the time when I didn't write a book. At that time, I didn't know anything about the Internet literature circle, but I looked around in a daze, and I didn't know what a contract was.

It seems that the signing is very powerful, right?

I think of something that the author complained about in some novels.

It's too late to sign a contract or something.

From this point of view, it seems that the signing is indeed very powerful.

Only after stepping into this industry, did I realize that signing a contract is just the beginning, and the next release is the nightmare of one writer after another.

That's my nightmare.

There are always things in this world that make people feel unforgettable.

And the author is such an experienced person. Perhaps this experience is a kind of wealth, and when I am old, it will be a precious thing to recall.

I remember hearing a saying when I was studying, some people are born to be grass bandits, while others are born to be princes.

I don't have that great luck and extraordinary talent.

so.

I can only be ups and downs at the bottom of this slamming web.

Dream, everyone knows that there is a word dream in this word, but I am like a gangster in each story, trying to seize the hopeless opportunity.

Hold on to your inner dream.

how to say.

It can be regarded as a sad place for people who are born without talent. I seem to have talked too much about writing a book, and everyone probably doesn't like to listen to it.

I will try my best to tell the story as well as possible.

Then.

Everything that follows will be left to fate!

As long as the subscription can have five hundred, no, five hundred is not possible, three hundred, as long as the subscription can have three hundred! !

I must update ten times every day, so that everyone can watch comfortably and refreshedly. Never talk about love or anything, just concentrate on writing books for everyone!

Give a subscription!

If you are really dissatisfied or have any requirements, you can tell the author in the comments, and the author will try his best to make changes to everyone's satisfaction.

As long as, as long as, it is not the first subscription, the first subscription must be very low, but as long as the subscription can break through 500 in the future, it is the level above Feilupu Street and below food and clothing.

On the shelves today, for every 100 subscriptions, there will be two updates directly! In other words, five hundred subscriptions will be ten updates, and then ten updates every day from that day on!

If subscription is higher.

Terrible.

Red Bull brought back boxes... I risked my life to make more. . . . I almost believed it myself, haha, I know that such a situation is just a wishful thinking.

There are already very few collections.

I just want to eat and drink.

Please everyone.

I’ve been on the street too many times, especially this year when the price of meat has risen. I basically haven’t bought it and eaten it. I won’t lie to you at all. I eat it about once a week.

so.

Let's have a good meal, everyone.

Talk about why you have to embark on such a road of no return for the author.

But also from many years ago.

At that time.

I never thought that I would become an author, a person whose life was very boring and boring in my previous opinion.

The author spends half of his day coding.

The good life outside is like something from another world. In addition, building any world requires a lot of brain cells.

One can imagine the amount of hair as an author.

All right.

It seems to be going too far.

Or talk about why I became an author. It was entirely due to a person, a person I probably will never forget in my life.

The first time I saw him was on the bus.

Simple short hair, fair face, sunny temperament. Holding a mobile phone in hand, watching while sitting, standing and walking. I really want to remind this brother that there is a girl sitting next to him who has been paying attention to him for a long time, but I don't have the nerve to disturb him so intently on his phone.

perhaps.

There is something very important in the phone that attracts him.

I thought so.

However.

When getting out of the car.

But I found that I was at the same station as this boy, and I inadvertently glanced at him standing side by side at the back door waiting to get off the bus.

Some pleasant surprises.

The screen displayed on this boy's mobile phone is surprisingly familiar to me.

"Do you also watch Doupo?" I asked subconsciously. As soon as I asked this sentence, I regretted it a little.

with someone I don't know.

Why do I want to talk to myself? If I am misunderstood or ignored, it would be embarrassing and embarrassing.

I am a very low self esteem person.

so.

It is also very impressive in my heart.

Just when I thought I would be ignored by the boy, he looked back at me in surprise, and asked in an uncertain tone.

"That's right, what I watched was Dou Po, why, do you also watch it?"

Hear his inquiry.

While I was slightly relieved, my favorability for him rose sharply, and I nodded sharply in answer.

"I read it too. Who said that college students can't read Doupa? Let me tell you, I read a lot of novels of the same type. By the way, where did you see it?" Because I was taller than him, Ang From the beginning, it can be said that he can look down on him.

Maybe it's because I'm not confident about my height.

He actually stepped on his toes, and answered somewhat unconvinced.

"I saw that the protagonist has merged with the different flames. You may not know that the different flames are really powerful. Anyway, it's more powerful than you can imagine."

"And the protagonist will be able to obtain other different fires later on."

There is a kind of confidence in this sentence, as if, I am sure that I am not as far behind him. Yes, generally, girls can't read as fast as boys.

But I am different.

The corners of my mouth turned up slightly and I said proudly, "How did you see it, I saw it..."

I don't remember very clearly what happened after that.

In short.

That's how I met him.

This is a boy who is somewhat taciturn on weekdays. Although his appearance is quiet and delicate, he still has a girl-like feeling.

But it turns out.

He's actually a crazy character.

A few people he doesn't know meet to hang out, and he can go without saying a word for a day.

But if it was a date to hang out with someone he knew, he could babble there alone, pulling this person and that person to talk about the previous day.

Watching him talk endlessly.

I wonder sometimes.

He should look good in women's clothing, maybe even more beautiful than female stars. The high nose and big eyes really make me envious.

"Why are you looking at me like that again?"

His strange eyes pulled me back from my thoughts.

In order not to let him know what I was thinking, I could only stick out my tongue and say to him, "I want you to care, I don't care what I think."

immediately.

I went elsewhere.

time flies.

My relationship with him has also become stronger and stronger, we are almost friends and brothers who talk about everything. Because we have a common hobby, reading online novels.

This is a hobby that many people look down upon.

but.

for us.

Internet novels can bring us a lot of happiness, which is much more fun than their pretentious, so-called elegant and interesting hobbies.

Day by day.

I can never forget.

Two years a day.

It was probably on a rainy night. After dinner, he suddenly asked me out for a barbecue, and he hesitated to speak amidst the lights of the barbecue stall.

Several times I asked him if he had anything to say.

He shook his head and handed me a bunch of big kidneys.

And after drinking for three rounds.

Probably the alcohol made him suddenly a lot more courageous. He suddenly raised his head and stared at me with unprecedented seriousness.

"What would happen if I wrote a novel?" There was a tremor in his voice.

besides.

Some kind of emotion that I don't quite understand until now.

"are you crazy?"

I became a little surprised: "How can a normal person write a novel? With millions of words, you probably haven't passed the composition, right?"

"oh."

After listening to my words, he just nodded and said nothing more.

In the following days.

I haven't seen him for about three months.

When we see you again.

On the bus again.

Compared with the handsome appearance before, his change made me almost unrecognizable, it was like a completely changed person.

Sparse stubble, decadent face... Is this really the man who envied me in women's clothing back then? How did it become like this!

I'm surprised.

There is a vague guess.

I heard that he really started writing novels.

QQ signatures are all about asking everyone to pay attention to my new book, and all the new books that follow me are my father and so on. Could it be that writing novels turned him into what he is now?

Yes.

The author doesn't seem to care much about the image.

Do anything to find readers.

"You...what a coincidence." He saw me on the bus.

It's awkward when saying hello.

I responded with a smile.

After some exchanges, we regained the feeling of friends, and when talking, he was not as awkward as before.

Talk about his writing novels.

He asked me to watch it, and he let me watch it with great interest, saying that it would be absolutely complete, and he would trample mortals to death.

I don't believe it.

then.

After I got home, I couldn't help but watch it.

I looked hard for a day.

to be honest.

I really tried my best to read it, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get as fascinated as I read other novels.

at last.

I really had no choice but to give up. In fact, I really wanted to find the slightest bright spot from his book, so as to attract me to continue reading while suppressing the uncomfortable feeling.

Unfortunately, however.

I ended up failing too.

his book.

Not to my surprise, it didn't catch fire as he expected. Even, they were not able to successfully sign the contract.

Maybe that's why he's so depressed.

After that incident.

We haven't been in touch for half a year, and his QQ feed has never been updated, and his avatar has never been lit up. I don't know if he is invisible or offline.

Sometimes I think of him.

I can still see his glamor in women's clothing, and his slovenliness after writing novels.

In a blink of an eye.

The time has come to 16 years.

I remember it very well.

It was June, the hot summer time.

It was a seemingly ordinary class reunion. In the bar, a group of classmates and I were drinking a little wine in the bar. I don’t know who got drunk.

Immediately there was a phone call.

Called a few girls to play with us.

And one of the girls.

A girl clinging to a rich second-generation classmate of mine made me feel very familiar, until the end of the party, she followed the rich second-generation classmate to the hotel.

I just remembered it suddenly.

Isn't this girl the girlfriend of my writer friend?

I have never seen this girl in real life before, but I have seen photos on the mobile phone of that writer friend. He has told me about her many times.

blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Say how virtuous this girl is.

How beautiful or something.

It's full of words of extreme praise... It's really beautiful to see me now, but other aspects... It's completely different from what he described.

I recall him wooing rich second-generation girls like a pug.

There are millions of mixed hearts.

Didn’t my friend make a lot of money writing novels?

Why did his girlfriend come out to do this kind of thing? After hesitating for a long time, I walked out of the bar and called my friend on the street at night.

"Is your girlfriend's name XXX?" I didn't know how to talk about it, so I could only ask straight to the point, asking for confirmation.

"right."

His voice sounded very low, which surprised me a little.

"I want to tell you something."

I pondered over and over in my mind what I should say.

However.

His reaction was somewhat beyond my expectation.

"Needless to say..." He refused without even asking what the matter was. Just when I was wondering, I saw him speak again.

"I'm right across from you."

this voice.

Not just from the phone.

even more.

Not far away.

I suddenly looked up at the pot.

The man was sitting on the seat of the No. 11 bus platform across the road, holding a phone that had not been hung up, looking at the door of the bar behind me with a calm expression.

He just sat there quietly.

The eyes looked a little red, but there were no tears... and no anger at all.

Quiet makes me feel a little scary.

"Let me tell you one thing too." Seeing me walking towards him, he suddenly gave a miserable chuckle, looked up at me and said.

"Um."

I sat next to him.

Two people.

We had a long talk in the middle of the night, no wine, no smoke, no food, only the moonlight as a companion, and the bleak wind blowing.

Across the street is feasting.

This side of the street.

Full of darkness and silence.

I listened to his story with mixed feelings.

Some of me felt very surprised, but some felt that this must be expected. I am deeply saddened by what happened to him.

this man.

He hadn't succeeded at all.

And all that he did in front of us is actually just a very exaggerated appearance. When I thought he was really making a lot of money writing novels.

In fact, his income for two months can't even catch up with my salary for a week.

He took all the manuscript fees that he had worked hard to earn for a month, and directly transferred it to the woman to let her spend it freely, telling the woman that it was only one-third of his monthly income.

Just big talk.

The woman accepted all this with peace of mind.

and.

He actually used his hard-earned money to dress himself up, doing things he didn't know at all at places and times he didn't know.

in short.

Let's be straightforward.

Just spending his money and putting hats on him that he doesn't know. Just imagine, this kind of situation is probably unbearable for any man.

But.

But this man endured it silently, even more so than Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Listen to his plain tone of speaking.

I admit that he is a courageous man, but of course, he is only a courageous man.

Maybe not worthless, but not brilliant at all.

Ordinary people like us who have no talent at all.

Having too much self-esteem is not a good thing.

When others scoff at his dream, he is not reconciled, even if he grits his teeth, he wants to slap his face swollen and pretend to be fat, insisting on proving to you that he is right.

In fact, he knows better than anyone else.

There is nothing he is right about.

"You, hey."

I suddenly felt a little ridiculous, why he would be so naive.

I have never been able to understand why he still insists on his dream of writing a book even now. Is it not enough to find a stable class?

Um?

What is a dream?

Well.

Isn't it just an idea that only appears in a dream?

The ancients told us the answer to this question a long time ago. Unrealistic delusions will eventually make us desperate and turn us from teenagers into walking dead.

Don't insist.

You can't change the world, you can only accept it.

Adults understand this truth. Looking at the stubborn man in front of him. I'm kind of dumbfounded because I've never seen such a childish man.

"You are a good man, you will meet better ones."

I don't know how to comfort people.

I could only send him a dry good person card. Looking at his back disappearing in the night, I shook my head and turned to leave the street.

I haven't seen him since then.

Maybe he has regained his fair face and the original simple short hair. Maybe it's still the same sparse stubble, decadent and absurd face.

It's a web writer I don't know about.

so.

I don't know how to describe a failed web writer.

Maybe he started over.

Two years of experience has not been successful, so the long-term failure should teach him how to be a man, right?

He wants to prove himself, but in fact he has no ability to prove himself.

Speaking up.

Just like me.

That man is like a poor lonely ant, with limited ability, he can only carry bits and pieces on his back, insisting on building a nest by himself in the place he wants.

Worrying.

Idiots talk about dreams.

That's probably what he's talking about.

That man may succeed in the future, but it is more likely that he will continue to fail.

After all, a man who can't even keep a woman.

What can he hold on to after such a failure? The man actually cried and said to me:

"In the past two years, my biggest dream is not a magnificent ideal. In the past two years, I only want to succeed once. In the countless failures, I only want to succeed once, even if it is just once, no matter how small it is. Success counts..."

"I just want to know that my persistence is not wrong!"

Loud words.

But it was said in a hoarse voice like crying.

The man actually knew.

He is afraid of seeing his future, he writes metaphysical novels, but he is afraid of metaphysical things.

He was afraid that metaphysics could really predict the future, and that someone would actually calculate his fate, so he told him in advance how sad the future was.

Because he knows in his heart that he may still fail in the future. But he didn't want to know in advance, because then he would have no motivation to work hard towards the hopeless non-failure.

That man has always put on a smile in front of his friends and family, and has always said that he is doing well.

But secretly suffering from a broken body can only be known to oneself.

He didn't even dare to tell his family the name of the novel he wrote. The reason was that he often revealed his true feelings in the novel.

He was afraid that his family would see him.

He was afraid of many things, but he was most afraid of his family members knowing the truth.

That man has forgotten about that woman, and there is no love or hatred in his heart. Now I just want to live for myself and live well for myself.

That man continued to swear for the umpteenth time: This time, he really must succeed! !

...

On January 1st, 2021, it is already the fourth year.

Sleepless night.

I got up and washed my face with extremely cold cold water.

Looking at himself in the mirror with an extremely dark complexion and sunken eyes. Imitating the man's smile, he spoke with pride in a bitter tone.

"That man is me, the former me."

Dry your face.

I took a deep breath.

After a while.

Thinking that today is New Year's Day, eating instant noodles would be bad, so I took out my phone, hesitated for a while, and dialed that unfamiliar number.

This is the phone number of a rich woman.

When I was working part-time as a shoe shiner outside, I happened to meet her who came to shine my shoes here.

The actual age is in her thirties, she is divorced, and has seven children. Because she is well cared for, she looks like a woman in her twenties.

Maybe it was my melancholy temperament that attracted her, and she left me my number after the shoes were polished.

originally.

I have no idea at all, after all, I am only eighteen years old, and she is already in her thirties. However, today is New Year's Day, which only comes once a year.

It is also very good to go out and eat together.

"Have you figured it out? I'll pick you up."

The voice on the other end of the phone was extremely cold, like a queen.

She knows my address, there is no way, a divorced rich young woman, in my city, she has a lot of energy, and it is easy to investigate a person.

"Can you take your time?"

I tried to probe a sentence.

"If you have anything to consider, follow me, and I will give you whatever you want."

Her tone was tinged with demonic bewitchment.

"This kind of soft rice, why did you find me, I'm just an ordinary..." I haven't finished speaking yet.

A slightly annoyed voice came from the other end, "I don't allow you to say that about yourself, you are so handsome, handsome and suave, with a burly figure, with an aura that attracts thousands of girls, and your soul is still the same. No one is interesting, he is simply the best man in the world."

This is very sincere.

It seemed to be a compliment from her heart.

I listen.

Immediately became angry... It's okay to praise me for being handsome, but to praise me for being the best man... This is really unbearable. It's not just insulting to my personality.

It is insulting the personality of my readers' fathers!

Just ask.

Which of my readers' fathers is not more handsome than me! ? Which one is not bigger and better than me! ? They just leave a trace of footprints in the book review area, revealing the supreme wisdom!

Such soft rice!

They are more entitled to eat than I am!

I!

Not worthy at all!

I am only worthy of being a ruthless coding machine!

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