I, Patriarch Uzumaki, Inherit Hell Blood Demon God At The Beginning

Friends here, please stop and read this article quietly, it can be regarded as a testimonial from the side story.

As I was writing, it was 120,000 before I knew it. It was really fast.

During the period, the author was lazy because of some troubles, so please forgive me.

Listing is the life-and-death line that every author has to go through. Only by crossing this life-and-death line can one become a butterfly and enjoy all the hardships.

Maybe it's because I have tasted too much bitterness, and I don't know what sweetness is since I was born.

First of all, let me talk about my original intention of writing a book. I write a book very purely, not for the lofty belief of dreaming.

But... for the money.

It's vulgar and realistic.

However, this is my purest idea, I want to write books to make money, and I want to make money to support my family.

When I said this sentence on this old computer, I felt that I was really realistic and shameless.

But the reality is too heavy. I have been weak and sick since I was a child. When I was studying, because my family was in the countryside and I went to a school in the city, I was looked down upon by people in various ways.

No way, in the time I was studying, this happened often.

At that time, I was fascinated by watching.., to escape myself in the world of fantasy.

But reality reminds me again and again that I am just a Common person.

No superpowers, not a gifted genius, just an ordinary Commoner.

When I was eighteen, in order to reduce the burden on my family, I chose to drop out of school.

A fledgling young man walks alone in the society, being cheated and bullied by others is commonplace.

These are nothing, why, I am just walking on the road normally, and I will be hit by a drunk driving car at night.

Why, are you going to hit me? !

I have never been able to figure this out. Later, the owner of the car lost money, but it was only enough for the follow-up medical expenses and maintenance expenses, but my leg was permanently disabled.

I was already frail and sickly, and it was even worse.

In desperation, I had no choice but to go back to my hometown, the original home.

I am frail and have inconvenient legs and feet. Naturally, I can't find a job in my hometown where I do manual work.

But even so, the father and sister still didn't say anything.

My father is a construction worker, the most common migrant worker on the construction site.

My younger sister also dropped out of school early because she wanted to reduce the burden on the family.

Now I work in a garment factory in the city, earning 2,000 yuan a month, and send 1,000 yuan to my family every month, leaving only 1,000 yuan to live on.

Sometimes when the salary is paid, she will give me two hundred. Every time I refuse, she will say with a smile on the phone.

In the future, when I make money writing, I will pay her back.

Fortunately, it was on the phone, otherwise, every time I heard this, I would cry bitterly.

It's been half a year since I wrote it, and I've earned a total of 2,000 yuan, which is only for those with poor grades before I persevered.

This kind of life is really meaningless and can only cause trouble for countless people.

For my father, for my sister, for myself.

Countless times, I looked at the empty home alone, looked at myself in the mirror, and looked at the squatting at home in other people's mouths, people who don't think about making progress, and have no prospects.

Countless words, like the sharpest needles, pierced into my heart.

It’s like this in my hometown, they don’t know what writing is, they know that you are squatting at home, not working, and gnawing on the old.

I worked really hard, really, really hard.

With a disabled hand, it was really painful to use the poorly configured computer that my father bought me in 2012 when I was in junior high school.

I thought carefully about each plot, perfected each character, and set up the world framework.

Just to make this book look more than just a book, but to make you feel that this is a real world.

Every comment that encourages me makes me happy for a long time.

Everyone who says that the writing is not good, to be honest, I will be depressed for a long time.

Then think about how to improve the plot, but unfortunately, I lost another reader.

Before I started the book, I didn't expect the grades to be like this, which gave me a glimmer of hope.

For the first time, I have expectations for life, that is to write better, and then try to make you happy to read.

In the end, I made money...

I can buy new clothes and delicious food for my sister, and make her proud of me as a big brother.

It can reassure the father that his son has grown up and is capable of making money.

When he gets old in the future, he doesn't have to worry about his own livelihood.

It's okay, really say to that girl, I like you...

In fact, this book is where I entrust my imaginary life and my dreams.

Mengqin, whose real name is Mengqin.

In reality, she is actually my real cousin, but not related by blood.

We grew up together, and she became more and more beautiful and Excellent.

And I am becoming more and more ordinary.

The relationship between me and her is actually the true portrayal of Xu Feng and Mengqin three years ago.

She became a good child in the eyes of others, beautiful, obedient, and excellent in grades.

And I, even looking up at her back seems not enough.

Later she was admitted to Nanjing Aeronautical University, and I can only think of her by chance.

I imagined that if I would make money writing in the future, I would stand upright in front of her and say, I like you.

Even if it is, so what if it fails in the end.

At least, try it yourself.

As a poor boy like me, if I go to confess my love to her, maybe she won't even read it, and I can only add unnecessary trouble to her.

After all, I am just a useless person with no future.

Not good enough for her.

Every time I think of this, I try harder to think about the plot and write it.

However, all these efforts are invisible to others.

However, it doesn't matter if you can't see it, I firmly believe that as long as you work hard, work hard, and keep working hard.

I believe that there will be returns.

I believe that one day I will become a proud big brother in the eyes of my sister.

In the eyes of the father, the son who has grown up.

In the same way, he could straighten his waist, stand in front of her, and say that sentence out loud.

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If you think it's not worth it, please forget to read this article.

I'm not praying, selling miserably, or morally kidnapping others to subscribe.

I just speak for myself.

I want to stand up, and I want to win the approval of others through my own efforts.

I worked hard to write a book, and you recognize my book, so subscribe.

So please respect me, and the poor boy who wrote this article now, this is his last dignity.

In the end, thousands of words are turned into one sentence: tonight at twelve o'clock

As long as the grades are good, it will remain stable every day in the future without any water.

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