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This book was sent out at 6:00 pm on April 3rd.

Twelve days till today.

I wrote this book really slowly, and I am very grateful to those readers who are willing to grow up with me.

Strictly speaking, this book is my debut work. I really didn't expect so many people to read it, and there are big bosses urging it to be updated...

Although I don't have any income from writing books for the time being.

But...I'm so thankful that I finally found something I like and love to do.

Before this, I was very confused.

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

At five o'clock this afternoon, the book will also be on the shelves.

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

Or for you, it’s just a cigarette, half a steamed bun, or the money for a sip of drink.

But that's all for me.

What?

Am I being serious?

Then you read on and listen to the story before I wrote the book.

…

I vaguely remember it being in 2006.

My girlfriend and I were drinking at a bar in our county, and someone at the opposite table whistled at her to get her to drink with me.

I was drinking too much, and I was a little young.

It would be perfect to describe me at that time as a red-faced girl with an angry face!

As soon as my brain got hot, I immediately pulled out the dagger I was carrying with me, and charged forward with a single blow.

This knife goes on for fifteen years.

I remember when I went in, the streets were full of prayers, the lonely sandbar was cold, and mice loved rice.

Fifteen years have now passed.

Things have long changed.

She came to see me once last year and told me she was getting married in a few months.

I asked her what kind of person it was.

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

I was silent.

In my cognition.

Writer is a sacred and honorable profession, very awesome.

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

So I didn't dare to tell her about the reduced sentence, and after a few more brief conversations, I turned and left.

In the past fifteen years, I have farmed, raised pigs, and made clothes, and my heart has long been at peace.

After going out.

I also went downstairs to see her once.

She is very happy and so am I.

I think it's time for me to consider own Life too.

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

Familiar streets, familiar scenes, but I just couldn't find any familiar people.

In the dream, I woke up crying.

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

All that's left now is nostalgia.

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

I often can't sleep at night, sitting on the road, drinking and smoking alone, I don't know how to take the road ahead?

I thought to myself, have I been like this for the rest of my life?

Just sink like this?

At this time, I turned on my mobile phone and suddenly saw the advertisement of Feilu Novels app.

It occurred to her that her fiancé was the author of Fei Lu's novels.

So I downloaded it and took a look.

I also applied for an account, and accidentally clicked into the author's zone.

Just like that, I added the editor's qq in a daze, and also joined the author's Mengxin group.

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

All of this just opened up a whole new world for me.

Why can her fiancé do it, but I can't?

So I studied crazily and coded crazily.

that's it.

I successfully wrote the first novel in my life. Although there were only single-digit subscriptions on the shelves, I couldn't wait to call and tell her about it.

After she listened, she didn't say anything, just asked me the title of the book and my subscription results, and then fell silent.

I naively thought that as long as I wrote the book, it would be considered a success, and she would fall in love with me again.

But one night a month later.

She called me and said she was getting married tomorrow.

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

Seeing the happy letter on her downstairs door, 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 after writing a book? Wake up, you are just a street writer with less than a hundred subscriptions, even if we are together, what will you support me with? But he is different, he is a boss with 1000 subscriptions, he can support me with novels.

Only then did I know.

How wrong I was.

After hanging up the phone.

I grabbed a few beers from the car and sat on a park chair downstairs at her house.

The wine is gone.

A pack of cigarettes is gone.

It was almost dawn.

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

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

Too bad the groom is not me.

She looks especially beautiful today.

I watched her get into the wedding car.

The firecrackers "cracked" and the car drove away.

I stayed where I was until the car faded away and out of sight.

I just realized that she really left me!

My heart ached like countless needles that day.

I cry... I cry so sad, I cry so hard!

I hate myself, I hate my writing is not good, the story is not exciting, the characters are not strong,

I hate that I'm a jerk!

no way!

Her that he is the author of Thousand Books!

but me?

Just an author with less than a hundred subscriptions!

I said to myself, forget about her!

Although the groom is not me, but the bride I loved

I suddenly felt that I had no regrets.

Whether it succeeds or fails, everything turns around and becomes empty again.

Whether it is life or death, life is only a hundred years in a hurry.

Why should I be obsessed with one result?

But when I was about to turn around and leave.

A call came from the cell phone.

It was her calling.

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

Is there a turning point for things?

I said excitedly, "Unless what?"

She choked up and said, "Unless your new book has 1,000 orders, we can't do it! My parents won't agree! Do you know? In fact, I hung up the phone last night, and I have been secretly watching you drink from behind the curtain Smoking, I cried all night, I hate it! Why are you a jerk, why don't you even have 100 subscriptions! Why!"

I held the phone tightly, and said nervously and excitedly, "My new book will be on the shelves tonight, can you wait for me for another day? I have learned the previous lessons from this book, and readers are also very giving faces, All of them are rich, tall and handsome, and have beautiful girlfriends! They said that as long as I keep writing this book and don’t supervise it, they will book it for me.”

She said she was silent for a long time before slowly saying, "Yes, I will wait for you for another day, don't let me down."

…

All right!

The story is over.

Dear readers Dage who are handsome, tall, rich girlfriend, and beautiful.

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