Ten Days End

Hello everyone, I am a bug team that writes silently.

I never even thought that one day I would write a closing comment about Ten Days.

First of all, thank you very much for listening to me finish this story.

I know that Ten Days still has many shortcomings and areas that need improvement. I have been trying to improve my writing skills and everyone's perception for almost two years. Thank you for your tolerance and accompanying Ten Days to grow up until now.

Just like after the completion of the previous work, I will be quiet for a while, create the extra chapters with peace of mind, and go back to read the whole work, and try to eliminate all typos and improve grammatical errors as much as possible without affecting the plot, and smooth foreshadowing, precise rhetoric, and full character language, etc. All the content that can be improved.

I hope that no matter how many years have passed in the future, when someone opens Ten Days again, it will be a relatively complete work that can carry everyone's joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

This is the second novel I have completed in my life. At the moment when I wrote the first word, I never thought that Ten Days would have today's achievements.

Looking back on that day, I was just slacking off at work and opened my phone, and somehow typed the words "empty house" on the memo.

After that, I started this long road.

Because of Touki, I experienced many firsts.

The first time I participated in an author event, the first time I published, the first time I produced multi-person audio, the first time I adapted animation and film and television, the first time I met everyone through live broadcast, the first time I held a book signing and meet-and-greet, the first time I entered a university to give a lecture, and the first time I won an award.

Similarly, the things I wrote were liked and hated by countless people for the first time.

When I saw Touki's sentences scrolling out in other video barrages on other platforms for the first time, I finally realized that things were not what I imagined.

An author once joked that I was almost in a "one-life speed pass" state on the road of writing, but I also knew that under this situation, I faced tremendous pressure that I had never encountered in my life.

Since everything was almost the first time for me, I could only learn, adapt, strengthen my heart, and try to respond to everyone's expectations.

In the process of writing Ten Days, I rarely put myself in Qi Xia's shoes, because I asked myself that my personality was completely different from Qi Xia's, and I was not a very smart person. I just did it when I thought of it, and started over again if I failed. I had no outstanding qualities, I just could endure loneliness.

But when I wrote the finale, my words were experiencing eternity, and I couldn't help crying every day.

When millions of eyes were staring at me and countless people were waiting for the end of Ten Days, I finally realized that I was just an ordinary person.

My original intention of embarking on the path of writing online articles was to supplement my family expenses when my family was in the most difficult period during the mask period. At that time, it was said that the Administration had an income of more than 500 yuan a day. I was daydreaming while I was at work, and I was smiling and fantasizing, if I had two books, each of which was 500, wouldn't I be rich?

Then I could support my family, I could buy a lot of things for my family, and I could also buy a lot of things for myself. I no longer need to be afraid of the impact of the mask period, I am worthy of my family and myself.

But later, I inadvertently carried the expectations of more and more people, so I could only remember my original intention, adapt again, learn more, and do my best to respond to everyone's expectations.

As of the time I wrote this paragraph, more than 5,000 people have said good night to Qi Xia at the end of eternity. That day, I cried bitterly looking at all the messages from people. I said thank you to myself and thanked myself for my hard work in front of the computer at five in the morning.

I brought everyone out of the end, and the cause and effect between me and them ended. I explained to the characters in the book, to the readers, and to all expectations.

I often think that there are tens of thousands of people trapped in the end in my writing, but I am the only one in the world who is really trapped in the end.

For almost two years, my life has only the end. I think when I walk, I think when I eat, I think before I go to bed, I think after I wake up, I worry about the situation of every character in the book and every subtle emotion of them, and even when I fall asleep, I dream from the end.

I gradually gave up almost all entertainment activities. I almost didn’t travel or socialize. I always delayed seeing a doctor when I was sick. I stayed silent at the table, computer, and keyboard for two years. Two years ago, I was a person who didn’t even know how to use the Chinese characters “de”.Layman.

Even if I occasionally ask for leave, you will find from my author comments that it is almost always because I have to attend author activities or because something about the end slows down my typing speed, so I have to ask for leave, and then I fall into another end on the spot.

I remember that when my throat was not feeling well, I finally asked for leave to go to the hospital, and then I found a benign tumor in my throat. The doctor suggested that I remove it, but because I had a live broadcast about the end soon, I have been delaying it until now.

As for other problems... lumbar muscle strain, tenosynovitis, conjunctivitis, long-term insomnia and anxiety, because they are not fatal, I didn't even waste time going to the hospital for them. When I wrote this paragraph, I slept for a total of eight hours in almost three days.

So at the end, I couldn't help crying.

Maybe it's hard for everyone to understand my feelings, but I really have tried my best to present this story to everyone from beginning to end. Although there are still many shortcomings, I have been working hard.

In the past two years, whenever I was abused or criticized, I would eventually attribute it to "I haven't worked hard enough", so I buried my head in writing day after day, I overturned many lines and forced myself into a desperate situation of thinking several times, and almost completely blocked myself.

I always feel that I am not doing well enough, and I always know that I still have a lot of shortcomings. So I have never asked for a gift from even one person in the book. Every time I pre-sell a physical book, I will leave a sentence "You are welcome to chat with me even if you don't buy the book". I will also remind everyone not to send gifts during the live broadcast, hoping that everyone will do what they can, but if there is a gift, I will always thank the other party, because this gift feeds me.

Friends who have seen me offline should remember that in every offline signing, I will stare at everyone's eyes and say thank you with my heart, and also say thank you for your hard work. I didn't leave anyone behind. I thank everyone for their love and thank you for coming to see me. After the signing, I will continue to say thank you to all the staff and tell them that they have worked hard. I always feel that I should do better to carry this love.

But even if I have treated everyone with all my kindness, I still encounter some people who look at the free novels and speak ill of me from a commanding position every day. I have never received even a penny from them, nor have I cheated anyone, but I still get countless malice. Someone should know that I used to reply to all the private messages sent to me by everyone on every platform. Even if there are thousands or tens of thousands of messages every day, I will check them one by one and reply carefully.

But now I don’t even check the private messages from various platforms anymore. I can only take care of myself at the last minute. So I say sorry to everyone. I have received your love, but I just locked myself up.

Many people know that my first book signing was a little turbulent. Later, all parties suggested that I should not do offline book signings anymore, but I think I should always be worthy of everyone who likes Ten Days, so every time I consider it comprehensively, I will put myself last. I will definitely do what I should do, and I will do my best to let every kind person get my kind feedback. This is the only thing I can give.

But I seem to be too tired now. A long journey has finally reached its end, and I really want to take a good rest.

I have never been Qi Xia, nor am I a god in the book. I want to take a good rest after this journey, I want to eat a lot of delicious food, and I also want to see the sea. I want to play games for a long time, and I also want to go to other cities without any purpose.

I want to take good care of myself after everything is settled. After today, I can temporarily not be a member of the insect killing team, but myself.

Regarding writing, I am a latecomer, and naturally I have no strengths compared to others, so I can only use all my sincerity. I will do everything with my heart, and even if I can't do it well, I will definitely try my best. As I said, I am not a god, nor a talented author, but I will try my best to respond to everyone's expectations. When countless people tag me on various platforms, I really want to say "I am here", and I also want to say "I have been working hard", but I am really a little tired now.

As for the new book, to be honest, it has not been conceived yet, the subject matter is unknown, the content is unknown, and the opening time is unknown. My thoughts in the past few months have been in the ten days, and I can't spare any extra brains. I can only say that there will be one, and it is still in progress. Rather than thinking about the new book, it is better to finish writing the sequel as soon as possible, step by step, there is still a long way to go.

So... let's do it this way for now. It took almost 3100,000 words shaped Ten Days, of which 3,000 words were reserved for myself. This time my curtain is about to be drawn, and I sincerely bow to everyone who reads this paragraph. Ten Days is not just my work, it is inseparable from each of you. Gratitude, thanks.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

For me, the long, entangled, painful, nostalgic, lovesick, sad and happy, eternal "Ten Days" has come to an end from this moment on.