Thank you for your company.
As he wrote, he unknowingly reached 120,000 yuan. It was really fast.
It was the 14th, and in the blink of an eye, it would be the 26th. Thank you for your company over the past ten days.
It was a line of life and death that every author had to experience. Only by crossing this line of life and death could one become a butterfly and have a happy ending.
Perhaps it's because I've tasted too much bitterness. I don't know what's sweet from birth.
First of all, let me talk about my original intention in writing the book. I write the book purely for the sake of my dreams and lofty beliefs.
Instead…For money.
It was very vulgar and realistic.
However, this is my most simple thought. I want to write books to earn money and to earn money to support my family.
When I said this on this old computer, I felt that I was really realistic and shameless.
However, reality is too heavy. I've been weak and sickly since I was young. When I was in school, because my family was in the countryside and my school was in the city, I was looked down upon by all kinds of people.
It can't be helped. This was a common occurrence when I was in school.
At that time, I was addicted to reading novels…To escape from himself in a fantasy world.
However, reality has reminded me time and time again that I'm just an ordinary person.
He didn't have superpowers, nor was he a genius. He was just an ordinary person.
When I was 18, I chose to drop out of school in order to reduce the burden on my family.
It was common for a young man to be cheated and bullied when he walked alone in society.
These are nothing. Why would I be hit by a drunk driving car at night when I'm just walking on the road?
Why did you have to hit me?
I couldn't figure it out, but the owner of the car paid for it.
However, it was only enough to cover the medical expenses and maintenance fees, while my legs were permanently disabled.
I, who was already weak and sickly, was even worse.
Helpless, I could only return to my hometown and come to my original home.
My body is weak and my legs are inconvenient. In my hometown, where physical labor is the norm, I naturally can't find a job.
But even so, his father and sister still did not say anything.
His father was a construction worker, the most ordinary migrant worker on the construction site.
His younger sister had also dropped out of school early because she wanted to reduce the burden on her family.
He was now working in a clothing factory in the city. He earned 2,000 yuan a month and sent 1,000 yuan to his family every month. He only had 1,000 yuan left to live on.
Sometimes, when I get paid, she would give me 200 yuan. Every time I refused, she would smile and say over the phone.
When I earn money from writing novels in the future, I'll return it to her.
Fortunately, it was on the phone. Otherwise, every time I heard this, I would cry bitterly.
He had been writing novels for half a year and had earned a total of 2,000 yuan. It was only because of that poor novel before he persevered.
Such a life was really meaningless. It could only bring trouble to countless people.
For my father, for my sister, and for myself.
Countless times, I looked at the empty house alone, looked at myself in the mirror, and looked at what others said about squatting at home. People who don't want to improve are useless.
Countless comments were like the sharpest needles, piercing into his heart.
They didn't know what it meant to write a novel. They only knew that you were a homebody who didn't work and relied on your parents.
I've really worked hard. I've really, really worked hard.
It was really painful to write on the poor computer that my father bought me in 2012 when I was in junior high.
I carefully thought about every plot, perfect every character, and set up the framework of the world.
It was to make this book not just look like a novel, but to make you feel that this was a real world.
Every comment that encouraged me would make me happy for a long time.
To be honest, I will be depressed for a long time if anyone says that their writing is not good.
Then, he thought about how to improve the plot. Unfortunately, he had lost another reader.
Before I started the book, I didn't expect the results to be like this. This gave me a glimmer of hope.
For the first time, I have expectations for life, and that is to write better, and then work hard to make you happy.
In the end, I earned money…
I can buy my sister new clothes and all kinds of delicious food to make her proud of me.
He could let his father rest assured that his son had grown up and had the ability to earn money.
In the future, when he was old, he would not have to worry about his livelihood.
It was alright. He could really tell that girl that he liked her…
In fact, this book is the life I imagined and the dream I had.
Meng Qin's real name was Meng Qin.
In reality, she's actually my real cousin, but we're not related by blood.
We grew up together. Later on, she became more and more beautiful and outstanding.
And I am becoming more and more ordinary.
The relationship between us is actually a true reflection of Xu Feng and Mengqin from three years ago.
She became a good child in the eyes of others. She was beautiful, obedient, and had excellent grades.
As for me, I couldn't even look up at her back.
Later on, she was admitted to Nanjing University of Aerobatics. As for me, I could only think of her occasionally.
She fantasized that when she made money from writing novels in the future, she would stand in front of her and say," I like you."
So what if he failed in the end?
At the very least, he had tried.
If I confess to her now, she might not even look at me. I'll only add unnecessary trouble to her.
After all, he was just a cripple with no future.
He was not worthy of her at all.
Every time I think of this, I work harder to think of the plot and write the novel.
However, no one else could see all of his hard work.
However, so what if I can't see it? I firmly believe that as long as I work hard, work hard, and keep working hard.
I believe that there will definitely be a return.
I believe that one day, I will become a brother that my sister can be proud of.
The son who had grown up in his father's eyes.
At the same time, he could also stand upright in front of her and say those words loudly.
So, if you feel that my book is worth a read, please support me.
If you don't think it's worth it, then please forget about reading this article.
I'm not begging, pretending to be pitiful, or morally kidnapping others.
I was only speaking of myself.
I want to stand tall. I want to win the recognition of others through my own efforts.
I worked hard to write the book, and you approve of my book, so please sign up.
So please respect me, and please respect the poor boy who wrote this article now. This is the last bit of his dignity.
I don't want to prove how amazing I am. I just want to tell everyone that I'm not inferior to others.
I want to fight for this. I want to fight with my life to get back all the dignity I lost.
In the end, thousands of words were condensed into one sentence. At midnight, he would release ten or even twenty chapters on the first day!
As long as his results were good, he would update steadily every day.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。