I Really Didn’t Want to Be Famous

Ten years.

I don’t know how many times I have written my testimonials.

But it has never been as complicated as it is today.

It has been exactly ten years since entering this line in 2009 to today.

Yes, that's right, ten years.

At the beginning of April of 2009, I stumbled to the starting point and uploaded my first book, and then watched and clicked blankly.

When I saw the number of clicks rose to ten, I was ecstatic and felt that finally someone could read my book.

I wrote eight chapters, and then...

There's no after that.

Because I was a high school student that year, my family was heavily in debt, and there was no extra money to support me in Internet cafes.

That year, my biggest dream was to own a computer and let me write some stories...

Of course, I dare not tell anyone that I am very sensitive, afraid that they will laugh at me, hit me, and think I am whimsical.

In the winter vacation of 10 years, I took a summer job as a waiter in a hotel.

Others rest four days a month. I don’t take a rest the whole month. Not only do I do it during the day, but also do it at night. I was so exhausted that I had a nosebleed and wiped my teeth and gnashed my teeth to continue. I bought the first computer in my life for a hundred dollars...

I know that that year, I was very happy, as excited as a second fool.

Our family doesn’t have a house. My mother works in the factory and lives in the factory, so my computer moved into the factory. Because I can’t afford 80 yuan a month’s internet fee, I can only beg my mother’s boss His home network will pick me up, and it will be fine in half an hour a day...

This is a life under the fence, and it depends on the face of the person all the time.

So I have been careful and never say a word.

At the end of the summer vacation of 10 years, I signed the first urban book at the starting point. After the summer vacation, I went to university. The university stipulated that I could not bring a computer, so I could not bring a computer...

If it is someone else, I have already given up, but I still haven't given up.

Because I'm on the shelves.

My university is in Shaoxing. There is an internet cafe about three kilometers away from the university town. Although I have forgotten the name of the internet cafe now, I vaguely remember that after letting go every afternoon, I did not eat dinner and went to the internet cafe panting. Internet code word...

One hour.

I only have one hour to work hard to write, so I have to write at least 5,000 words within an hour for 500 yuan for full attendance.

After persisting for a month, I got the first manuscript fee in my life, 638 yuan...

I remember I cried.

I want to thank the editors of the 4th group for "Nonsense", um, now the editor in chief of the city "Nonsense"

Thank you, although you don't know me, you found my book and signed it, giving me a little hopeful manuscript fee for this confused poor creature.

You saved me for the first time.

The book persisted for two months, but finally couldn't keep up.

Because I'm so tired.

Running back and forth hungry every day, the body can't stand it.

So, after writing about 500,000, the book was finished...

In a blink of an eye, I was in the second semester again, and I can bring a computer in the second semester...

I remember that when everyone came to school with notebooks, I was the only one dragging my desktop computer and a lot of luggage to school...

I changed my vest and started writing the second book. For the second book, I was still writing at the starting point, but my results were not satisfactory...

I remember that my second editor was "The Smurfs".

In any case, in my heart, I am always grateful, I remember that book I first recommended on the homepage of the starting point.

Although the results are still unsatisfactory, I have mixed full attendance for three or four months, but I am very satisfied. After all, full attendance is also a good contribution fee for a child of my poor family. You can ask the family less for money, or even save money. One point, most of the month has passed.

At that time, my dream was the first notebook...

I remember that I was envious of those students who had notebooks.

However, I need more than 3,000 notebooks. I'm a poor student and I'm on the street when I write novels. Where can I get the money to buy a notebook?

I can’t ask my family for money because my family is still in debt...

I can't be so unfilial, so I can only rely on myself.

That year, I left my starting point and went to Conghuang, and wrote the first buyout novel in my life, 12 yuan per thousand words.

I remember it was early 11th.

That year, I was ecstatic, and continued to carry my desktop, and continued to crackle while reading and writing novels.

Friends in the same bedroom went all night, and I went too, but I found a code word in an Internet cafe alone. (The lights must be turned off at that time, and the computer cannot be used.) When other people go to pick up girls and play billiards when they are not in class during the day, I hide in the dormitory by myself. Others go to travel and open rooms. I am still struggling for my notebook.

why?

Because I know that if I am poor, my natural conditions are worse than others. I can't enjoy the college life that others can enjoy.

I can only work hard!

Only by working hard can I be on the same starting line with others, and I can be equal to others.

Otherwise, I will never be equal.

That year, I settled my university living expenses by myself, and I still had some money left.

At the beginning of the 12th year, I bought the first notebook in my life with the accumulated contribution fee of more than 3,000...

That year, I remember holding my notebook and crying secretly.

It's not easy!

It's really not easy for me, how much effort I put in, how much loneliness I have endured, how many weird looks I have tasted...

But all this is worth it.

I love this job and I cherish him.

After graduating from university, the other classmates basically had negative equity on hand, only I saved some money...

They are all complaining about the darkness and unfairness of society, but I shook my head.

Society is inherently unfair, especially for children from poor families like us.

You have used it since you were young, and we don't even have decent toys.

You have been able to play here and that since you were young, and we had to go to the garbage dump to pick up Coke bottles and sell them to buy what we wanted.

You have been able to have toys since you were young, how about us? We can only envy.

Has this society been fair to us?

Have we complained?

Are you complaining now?

But what's the use of complaining?

Can you complain about eating?

After graduating from university, I have never been confused, because I know that I have two hands and a heart of love.

In the second half of 12, I still wrote buyout on the outside station. I remember that it was 13 years when I returned...

In 13 years, I wrote the only fine book at the starting point. I remember that there were 300,000 manuscripts saved at that time...

The only time the first month's draft fee exceeded 4000...

then……

The anti-pornography came, my 300,000 manuscripts were all gone, the book was harmonized, and I was warned.

That book is indeed a small yellow essay, but when I looked at the 300,000 manuscripts, I was confused.

I had insomnia for three full nights, and I was like a silly idiot.

I remember it was 3150 at that time!

A number I will never forget in my life!

After a few months of depression for 14 years, I opened the vest of Wuma Xing, which is the vest I am using now, and uploaded my first urban book.

The grades were not good, but it was the only book I had collected over 3000 books and over 100 books at the beginning. This is an improvement in my opinion.

After writing seven hundred thousand hungry, I finished the book and continued to open the second book.

The second book was very poorly graded, with only single digits. I wrote about 300,000 in a daze, because I didn't get any attention, and I ended up in a hurry.

After that, I still opened several vests at the starting point, and wrote books of more than two million words, without exception, they were all rushing to the streets...

Then I stumbled into 16 years. I went to Chuangshi and wrote a fantasy book with more than 30 first orders. The results are very **** in everyone's eyes...

However, I gritted my teeth and continued to write more than one million, and finally finished the book.

I remember that when the manuscript fee is at most one thousand a month, when it is low, 700...

That year, for the first time, I began to doubt my own writing career.

I want to leave the circle.

Like my mother said, find a wife, do an ordinary job, and forget it for the rest of your life.

I'm really not this piece of material.

After all, after all these years, even **** can get rid of it, right?

However, I am not reconciled.

The feeling of falling from high altitude is really bad!

After all, I have written fine products!

In 17 years, I returned to the starting point, and did not find any editors I was familiar with, and planned to try it for the last time.

I did not go to fantasy, nor fantasy, Xianxia, ​​Wuxia, I did not go...

I wrote about the city that was once harmonious and gave me a psychological shadow.

If it doesn't work this time, I might really give up disheartenedly.

Fortunately, about 30,000 words, my dear editor Coke is here.

Signed successfully.

After a series of recommendations, I was also on the second Sanjiang recommendation in my life.

And then put it back on...

This book saved me!

Let the center of gravity restore confidence.

Also successfully got the boutique...

After that, my life improved and I got the dignity I wanted.

Let me stand out loud and tell my relatives and friends that I am an author and a writer of novels!

All efforts are rewarded!

Here, I want to thank my editor Coke!

It was you who rescued me for the second time, allowing me to regain my confidence and let me write it down again. Of course, there is still nonsense by the current editor.

And my author friend "Huo Zhongwu" and "Pei Tu Dog".

These two Sha Diao Tu He brothers have been comforting me before, chatting with me and talking about some writing cares, I have made great progress.

Of course, there will be the addition of Qi Ran, dream catcher, what it deserves, the mysterious big watermelon, how can you forget the river, the world is lacking, cut water 2, where is not dusty, the third Sydney pear, white dipped sugar ……Waiting for friends of sand sculpture authors.

Thank you for being there along the way!

Of course, and a bunch of my reader friends...

After returning to the city again, I saw many familiar faces, and saw you voting and rewarding...

I keep them in mind one by one.

Thanks!

thank you all!

I love you.

I really love you guys, really, really, really! ! ! ! ! ! !

I have been ten years!

From a teenager to a middle-aged.

Sorry for ten years, how many ten years are there in life?

In the future, no matter what the grade of this book is, I will still be there, and I will not change the vest again!

It will be on the shelves at noon tomorrow, and will be guaranteed for three shifts.

Let's add more rules.

There are now nearly 50,000 in the collection, and if ten to one, the first order will exceed 5,000.

The leader adds one more update. After the first set of five thousand, one additional chapter will be added for each thousand. Well, I will pay the next debt three times a day...

That's it, good night everyone!

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Please, please!

I need it very much, I need to eat a meal...really need it, please support the genuine, please please...

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