Metropolis: 35 Classmates Reunion, I Was Mocked By My First Love

Chapter 64

This book was issued at 11 pm on November 6th.

It has been 12 days till today.

To be honest, I didn't write this book fast, or even a bit slow.

But... I'm very thankful that I finally found what I like and love to do.

And also have a certain income.

Before this, I have been very confused.

I don't know what I want to do or what I can do.

At nine o'clock this evening, this book will be on the shelves too.

I beg everyone to give me a first order, so that my subscription can break through one thousand.

Or for you, this is just a cigarette, half a steamed bun, or a bite of a drink.

But this is all to me.

What?

I'm a bit serious?

Then you continue to look down and listen to the story before I wrote the book.

......

I vaguely remember it in 2005.

My girlfriend and I were drinking in a bar in our county town, and someone at the table opposite was whistling to her to bring her to drink together.

I drank too much at the time, and I was a little young and vigorous.

It would be better to describe me at the time with an angry crown as a beauty!

My brain heated up, and I immediately drew out the dagger I was carrying, and rushed up with a knife.

This cut will last for fifteen years.

I remember when I went in, the streets were still begging for Buddha, the lonely sandbar was cold, and mice loved rice or something.

Now fifteen years have passed.

Things have long been wrong.

She visited me once last year and told me that she was going to get married in a few months.

I asked her what kind of person it was for.

She said that her fiancé is the author of Feilu, who is very literary and earns a lot of money every month and can also take care of the family.

I was silent.

In my cognition.

The writer is a sacred and glorious profession, very awesome.

I also love to read novels. I know that writing novels is not easy, and it is also difficult to write. I admire these people who rely on words for food.

So I didn't dare to tell her about the commutation. After a few brief conversations, I turned around and left.

In the past fifteen years, I have planted fields, raised pigs, and made clothing, and my heart has long since calmed down.

After going out.

I even went to her downstairs to see her once.

She is very happy, and I am also very happy.

I think I should also consider my life.

I had a dream last night, 15 years ago in the dream.

Familiar streets, familiar scenes, but I just didn’t find anyone familiar.

I woke up crying in my dream.

I know...the past, I can't go back.

All that is left now is nostalgia.

And I am now in my 30s, and I suddenly feel lost.

I often can't sleep at night, sitting on the road, drinking alcohol and smoking cigarettes alone, not knowing how to walk the road ahead?

I thought to myself, is this my life like this?

Just sink like this?

At this time, I turned on the phone and suddenly saw an advertisement for Feilu's novel app.

It occurred to her that her fiance was the author of Feilu's novel.

So I downloaded it and took a look.

I also applied for an account and accidentally clicked into the author area.

In this way, I added the edited qq in a daze, and also joined the author's new group.

In it, I learned how to write novels, how to publish them, and how to earn income.

All this has opened up a whole new world for me.

Why can her fiancé be allowed, I can't?

So I studied crazy, crazy codewords.

that's all.

I successfully wrote the first novel of my life. Although there are only 30 orders on the shelves, I can't wait to call and tell her about it.

After listening, she didn't say anything, just asked me for the title of the book and subscription score, and then fell silent.

I naively thought that as long as the writing was written, even if it was successful, she would fall in love with me again.

But it was one night a month later.

She called me and said she was going to marry tomorrow.

I immediately left the novel I was writing, drove 400 kilometers overnight, and rushed to her house downstairs.

Seeing the hi character on the door downstairs from her, the light in the room was still on.

I called her and I wanted to ask her why.

She shook her head and said, do you think you are a writer when you write a book? Wake up, you're just a street writer who can't subscribe to a hundred, even if we are together, what will you do to support me? But he is different, he is a 1000-book boss, he can support me by the novel.

Only then did I know.

I was so wrong.

After hanging up.

I took a few bottles of beer from the car and sat on the park chair downstairs from her house.

The wine is finished.

A pack of cigarettes ran out.

It's almost dawn.

The horn of the car came from far away, and I knew the car was coming to pick her up.

Today she is going to be someone else's bride.

It's a pity that the bridegroom is not me.

She looks very beautiful today.

I watched her get into the wedding car.

The firecrackers "cracked" and the car drove away.

I stayed in place until the car faded away and disappeared from my sight.

I just understood that she really left me!

My heart hurts like countless needles that day.

I cried... I cried very sad, cried very heartbreaking!

I hate myself, I hate my writing, the story is not wonderful, the character is not strong,

I hate that I am a smasher!

no way!

The one of hers is the author of Thousand Orders!

but me?

Just a street writer who can't subscribe to a hundred!

I said to myself, forget her!

Although the bridegroom is not me, but the bride I have loved and said...

I suddenly felt that there was no regret.

Whether it succeeds or fails, everything becomes empty again.

Whether you live or die, life will last a hundred years in a hurry.

Why should I be obsessed with a result?

But when I was about to turn around and leave.

There is a call from the cell phone.

She called.

On the phone, she cried and said to me: forget me, unless..."

Is there a turnaround for things?

I said excitedly, "Unless what?"

She choked and said, "Unless your new book is ordered for 1,000, it will be impossible for us! My parents will not agree! Did you know? Actually I hung up the phone last night and I kept watching you drinking from behind the curtain. Smoking, I cried all night, I hate it! Why are you a smasher, why do you not even subscribe for 100! Why!"

I held the phone tightly and said nervously and excitedly, "Tonight, my new book is going to be on the shelves. Can you wait for me one day? I have learned the lessons of this book, and readers and friends are also very generous. They All of them are rich people, they are tall and handsome, and their girlfriends are beautiful! They said, as long as I insist on writing this book and I am not supervised, they will give me a full order."

She said that she was silent for a long time, and then slowly said, "Yes, I will wait for you one more day, don't let me down."

........

All right!

The story is over.

Dear handsome, tall, rich girlfriends and beautiful readers.

Can you give me a first order?

It will be on shelves at nine o'clock tonight!

The important thing is said three times.

It will be on shelves at nine o'clock tonight! !

I solemnly promise!

If the book exceeds 1,000 orders, the guarantee will be updated every day.

If the book exceeds 2000 orders, the guarantee is 15,000 words per day.