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It has been more than ten days since the book was published.

From the first day of publication, the results of this book are in a very good state.

There are a lot of flowers, and so are the evaluation votes.

During the period, although I also doubted myself because of laziness and salty fish.

But in the end I insisted on writing until it was put on the shelves.

In fact, when the shelves are approaching, I feel more and more anxious. After all, even if you have a lot of flower evaluation votes before the shelves, there are not a few people who rush to the street after they are put on the shelves.

To be honest, I am really afraid that this book will hit the street.

Because just a few days ago, I took my girlfriend to meet her parents.

But... when I met my girlfriend's parents, they directly asked me what kind of work I do and how much I earn a month.

And when I said that I was a writer, I saw my girlfriend's parents' eyes lit up, and they obviously had a good impression of this profession.

But when I said that my monthly manuscript fee was only more than 2,000, they changed their faces instantly.

I understand very well that the manuscript fee of two thousand yuan is really nothing.

Especially in a city like Guangzhou...

If it weren't for relying on gnawing on the old, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to write a book at all, and I wouldn't be able to persist.

So I understand their feelings very well.

On that day, my girlfriend's parents didn't cook for me, nor did they leave me at home for dinner, they just asked my girlfriend to let me take a taxi home, wherever I went.

I knew right then... that without money, you are nothing.

And when I was leaving, my girlfriend came to see me off, and she just asked me: "Can I stop writing a book and go out and find a serious job, even... even if it's moving bricks on a construction site, at least a month is enough. I can get four or five thousand."

When I heard her words, I was very angry, but there was nothing I could do.

At that time, I remembered what the protagonist in Fights Break Sphere said.

Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor.

But after thinking about it, the 2,000 yuan manuscript fee is really embarrassing, and I am not a newcomer to writing books. I have worked hard for so long, but I have not earned any money. Instead, my health has become worse and worse because of staying up late every day.

And when I was silent, my girlfriend sighed slightly, and said helplessly: "My mother introduced me to a blind date... His family has a car and a house, and that person is a civil servant, I'm sorry... "

Looking at my girlfriend, I just feel very strange.

But I didn't say anything, after all, you can't stop the other party from finding their own happiness...

"I wish you happiness." I left a sentence, and then I got on the plane and left this sad city.

But as soon as I got on the plane, my dad called me.

"Son...our house has been demolished, and the factory building of more than 3,000 square meters is in Yanjiao."

When I heard the news, I burst into tears. At this moment, I instantly understood what the ancients meant by the interdependence of fortune and misfortune.

...

The story is finished.

Closer to home.

The book will be on the shelves at eight o'clock tonight!

Readers who read this, if you like this book, I hope you can give the author a first order! ! !

Duck! ! !

Here is one of my favorite poems for you.

Pipa Xing/Bai Juyi

The Xunyang River sees off guests at night, and the maple leaves and grasses rustle in autumn. The master dismounts, and the guest is in the boat. He wants to drink without an orchestra. If you can't be drunk, you will be happy and miserable. When you say goodbye, you will be immersed in the moon in the vast river.

Suddenly heard the sound of a pipa on the water, the master forgot to return and the guest did not send out. Who is the one who asks the bomber? The sound of the pipa stops and it is too late to speak. Move the boat close to invite to meet, refill the wine and return to the light to reopen the banquet. After a thousand calls, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. The rotating shaft plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune is formed. Xianxian suppressed his voice and thought, as if complaining that he had failed in his life. The formalities of the low-brow letter continued, telling the infinite things in my heart. Lightly gather, slowly twist, wipe and pick again, at the beginning it is the sixth year after the neon clothes. The big strings are noisy like torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. Caocao is full of mixed bullets, big and small pearls fall on the jade plate. Guan Yingyu's flower bottom is slippery, and it is difficult to fall under the flowing ice of Youyan Spring. The cold and astringent strings of the ice spring are absolutely condensed, and the condensate will never stop for a while. Don't have sorrow and hatred for life, at this time, silence is better than sound. The silver bottle is broken and the water is sprayed out, and the iron cavalry protrudes, and the swords and guns blare. Beware of painting at the end of the song, the four strings sound like Liebo. The east boat and the west boat are quiet and silent, only seeing the autumn moon in the heart of the river.

He pondered and plucked the strings, straightened his clothes and restrained his appearance. She said that she was originally a girl from the capital, and her family lived under Xiamaling. Shisan learned the pipa successfully, which belongs to the first section of Jiaofang. Qu Ba once taught good talents to wear clothes, and every time he made up, he was jealous of Qiuniang. Wuling is young and quarrels with each other, and there are countless red silks. The silver grate on the tin's head is broken, and the bloody skirt is stained with wine. Laughter this year and next year, the autumn moon and spring breeze will be leisurely. My younger brother went to join the army and Aunt died, and the evening went to the court to come and see the color. There are few saddle horses in front of the door, and the eldest is married as a businessman's wife. The businessman paid more attention to profit than left, and went to Fuliang to buy tea the month before last. Going to and coming to Jiangkou to guard the empty boat, and going around the boat to moonlight the river is cold. In the middle of the night, I suddenly dream about juvenile affairs, and the dream cries, make-up and tears are red.

I sighed when I heard the pipa, and chirped again when I heard the words. The same Tianya is a fallen person, why should we know each other when we meet again! I resigned from the imperial capital last year and lived in Xunyang City, where I was ill. There is no music in Xunyang, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round. Living near the Huanjiang River, the land is low-humidity, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around the house. What do you hear in the meantime? The cuckoo crows and the blood ape wails. The spring river flowers face the autumn moon night, and they often drink wine and pour it alone. Are there no folk songs and village flutes? Vomit hoarse ridicule hard to hear. Hearing your pipa language tonight is like listening to fairy music. Mo Cigeng sat down and played a song, translating "Pipa Xing" for you. I feel that I have said this for a long time, but when I sit, the strings turn sharply. The desolate sound does not seem to be forward, and the whole audience is crying after hearing it. Who is crying the most among the seats? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt was wet.

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