After writing for half a month, he finally got it.
To be honest, he was very nervous.
Nervousness and uneasiness mixed with anticipation filled his heart.
He was a little afraid, but also a little expectant.
I think today is the hardest day to write a book.
What was the most passionate?
That was when he had just opened a book, his mind was filled with wonderful ideas.
However, as he wrote, he would lose part of his original heart.
This was a very helpless thing.
There were too many influencing factors.
I'm a very fragile person.
Usually, when I interact with my friends, I would feel uncomfortable for a long time if they occasionally said something that they didn't mean.
They might even doubt themselves.
I also wanted to change.
But I feel that I can't change it in this lifetime.
Such a life was very painful.
Beneath the calm facade was caution.
Even if it was someone else's unintentional teasing, he would have to struggle for a long time.
A few days ago, I looked at the comments section.
It took me a long time to recover.
I know.
Everyone had the right to evaluate anything.
It's just that I seem to be a little too weak.
Perhaps I am such a timid person.
I don't dare to face it.
Sigh...
I also want to be as strong as Lingzi, but I can't do it.
I'm just an ordinary person.
In fact, he was even weaker than ordinary people.
I also want an entire street of people to protect me.
However…
I didn't.
When I first started writing the book, I set the tone for it.
Ordinary.
It was a very ordinary daily life.
I don't have that many magnificent stories.
I'm just looking forward to a peaceful little life.
There were two or three customers in a small shop.
Deep in the night, the mine was quiet.
It was bustling outside, but the shop was a world of its own.
This is my dream.
I don't want to live a tiring life, nor do I want to live a wonderful life.
Just let me have a stable and ordinary life.
This book was written with such thoughts in mind.
I don't know how to write those kind of exciting plots. I only write some plain stories.
However, I feel that our lives are originally made up of ordinary stories. How can there be so many twists and turns…
Ordinary people had ordinary stories.
As long as the listener liked it.
Before I opened my book, I never thought that many people would like my book.
I know that's unrealistic.
Only a small portion of people would like such a dull daily life.
So, I started writing down the words bit by bit with this thought in mind.
In the beginning, I saw that the comments were increasing bit by bit.
Everyone's support and encouragement made me look like a silly husky in front of the screen.
I never thought that I would get more attention, but I never thought that more and more people would come to watch.
More and more people were standing behind me.
It was you.
I can't see what you look like.
However, I seemed to see faces through the comments.
He couldn't see clearly, but it was very warm.
I read the encouragement and support in their eyes.
This made me happy and moved.
I once shed tears in the middle of the night and silently thanked him in my heart with joy and gratitude.
However, I felt even more fear and dread.
Your gazes touched me and made me feel heavy.
I'm not used to carrying so many expectant gazes.
I often feel fear and sadness as I write.
What if the one I wrote today is not as good as the one I wrote yesterday?
What should I do if the readers don't like this kind of plot?
Gradually, his mood became heavier and heavier day by day.
It was only after I had a fight with my brother yesterday that I became even more frustrated.
Last night, I quietly lay in bed and carefully read my previous article.
He slowly calmed down.
I didn't read the comments because I didn't dare to.
But I still remember those comments.
I don't know if you're still reading this book, but I really want to say thank you.
It was all of you who allowed me to be reborn last night.
Tagore had a poem that I finally understood last night.
" One night, I burned all my memories. From then on, my dreams became transparent. One morning I threw away all my yesterdays, and since then my steps have been light.'
Yes, why should I worry so much now?
I just have to follow my heart.
Didn't those who liked to read my books be attracted to my heart from the beginning?
I slept very well last night.
When the morning sun shone on my face, my heart was filled with endless fighting spirit and courage!
Good luck!
For the person who once encouraged me!
For myself!
I have to work hard!
I still have many stories to tell.
The joy in this small shop had just begun.
It was still far from the end!
As he said this, he felt extremely happy.
I understand why the ancients liked to howl.
Now that I'm writing this, it should be like the long cry of the ancients.
The depressed air in his chest flowed down a thousand miles, and his heart was filled with pride!
Brothers are cute!
Let us continue walking side by side!
Since they had come this far, they might as well go further!
I believe that when Riley was invited by Roger to go out to sea, he felt the same way.
I'm not as good as Roger, but I'd like to invite all of you.
Let's continue together.
I don't know what the future holds either, but I won't give up so easily.
This road, even if I have to walk through many twists and turns until I am covered in bruises, I still want to see the end.
At that time, it would definitely be a sunny scene with birds chirping and flowers blooming.
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