Comprehensive comic: My peaceful daily life of running a small restaurant

After writing it for less than half a month, it is finally ready for publication.

To be honest, I was very nervous.

Uneasiness and uneasiness mixed with expectation filled my heart.

I'm a little scared, but I'm also looking forward to it.

I think the most difficult time to write a book is today.

What is the most passionate?

That's when I first opened the book, my mind was filled with all kinds of wonderful ideas.

But as you write, you will lose part of your original intention midway.

This is a very helpless thing.

There are too many influencing factors.

I am a very glass-hearted person.

When I usually interact with friends, I will feel uncomfortable for a long time due to their occasional unintentional remarks.

You may even have self-doubt about yourself.

I also thought about changing.

But I feel like I can't change it in this life.

Such a life is painful.

Beneath the pretense of calmness is caution everywhere.

Even if someone else is joking unintentionally, you still have to struggle with yourself for a long time.

The other day, I took a look at the comments section.

I took it easy for a long time and still couldn't regain my strength.

I know.

Everyone has the right to evaluate anything.

It's just that I seem to be a little too weak.

Maybe I'm just such a shrinking person.

I dare not face it. well...

I also want to be as strong as Reiko, but I can't.

I'm just an ordinary, ordinary person.

Even a little weaker than ordinary people.

I also want a whole street of people to protect me. only.

I don't.

When I first started writing the book, I set the tone for myself.

Just ordinary.

Very ordinary daily life.

I don’t have that many epic stories.

I'm just looking forward to a peaceful little routine.

A small shop with only a few customers.

It's dark and quiet in the middle of the night, so quiet.

It's bustling outside, but inside the store is a world of its own.

This is just my dream.

I don’t want to live a tired life, nor do I want to live a wonderful life.

Just let me have a stable and ordinary life.

This book was written out of this idea.

I won’t write exciting plots, I will only write bland stories.

But I feel that our lives are originally composed of ordinary stories. How can there be so many twists and turns and slap-in-the-face climaxes?...

Ordinary people have ordinary stories.

As long as the people listening like it.

Before I opened the book, I never thought that many people would like my book.

I know, that's unrealistic.

Only a small number of people should like this kind of ordinary daily life.

So, with this idea in mind, I started writing it down bit by bit.

In the beginning, I watched the comments increase little by little.

Everyone’s support and encouragement made me look like a giggly Erha in front of the screen.

I never thought about getting more attention, but I didn't expect that more and more people would come to see it.

More and more people stood behind me.

It's you.

I can't see what you really look like.

But I seemed to see faces after reading between the lines of the comments.

Can't see clearly, but very warm.

I read the encouragement and support in the eyes of those faces.

This makes me a little happy and touched.

I once shed tears late at night, silently saying 'thank you' in my heart with joy and gratitude.

But, I have more fear and fear.

Your eyes both moved me and made me heavy.

I'm not used to carrying so many expectant looks.

I often feel scared and sad when I write.

What if the one I wrote today is not as good as the one I wrote yesterday?....

What should I do if readers don’t like this kind of plot?....

Gradually, my mood became heavier and heavier day by day.

It wasn't until yesterday after I had a fight with my brother that I became even more irritable.

I lay quietly in bed last night and carefully read through my previous articles.

The mood slowly became calmer.

I didn't read the comments because I didn't dare read them.

But I still remember those comments.

I don't know if you are still reading this book, but I want to say thank you.

It was you who made me reborn last night.

Tagore has a poem, I finally understood it last night

‘One night I burned all my memories, and from then on my dreams became transparent; one morning I threw away all yesterdays, and from then on my steps became light. '

Yeah, why should I worry so much now.

As long as I follow my heart, that will be fine.

Aren’t those who like to read my books attracted by my true nature from the beginning?

I slept very well last night.

When the morning sunshine shines on my face, infinite fighting spirit and courage surges in my heart! come on!

For those who have encouraged me!

For myself!

I want to work hard!

I still have a lot of stories to tell.

The fun in this little shop has just begun.

It’s still too early for it to be over!

Having said that, I feel extremely comfortable.

I understand why the ancients liked to roar.

Now that I am writing this acceptance speech, I feel like the ancients roared.

The depression in my chest is pouring out, and my heart is filled with pride!

Brother cute!

Let us continue to walk side by side!

Now that you’ve come this far, you might as well go further!

I believe that Rayleigh felt the same way when he was invited by Roger to go to sea.

I'm not as good as Roger, but I also want to invite you.

Please continue with me.

I also don’t know what the future holds, but I will never give up easily.

On this road, even if I am bruised and bruised by the twists and turns, I still want to see the end.

When the time comes, it will definitely be a scene of birds singing and flowers fragrant and the sun shining brightly.

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