Just Say a Few Words

Xiao Qi actually didn't think about what to say, so she could only close her eyes, roll her face on the keyboard, and say whatever came to her mind.

Tenth anniversary, I dare not put this word in the title of the chapter. Ten years of writing a book is persistence, perseverance, and honor for a writer. But ten years of writing a book is a bit too much and not enough. I am afraid of being criticized. New readers will see it at first glance, and it will become a factor to dissuade them. Although there should be no new readers to follow, I will hypnotize myself, and I think there will be.

So, I have something to say to everyone. I’m really sorry for delaying you for ten years. I didn’t want to write it at first, but I was afraid that everyone would laugh at me and say: Oh, look at Xiaoqi, I’m afraid she’s going to turn into a living corpse. I can’t even remember such an important day.

In fact, for me, the best celebration is to give myself three days off, spend a good weekend, think about nothing, do nothing, be a carefree living corpse, but this is not enough, everyone here Most of you are old readers. How can you be happy on your own without bringing everyone with you? Explosion, three updates, five updates, ten updates, this is the correct way to celebrate. Everyone is happy to see it. I will earn some royalties. It is a win-win situation, perfect.

emmm, but I really can’t do it. Not to mention breaking out, it’s a little difficult to keep up with daily updates. One reason is that I’m busy with worldly affairs. Recently, I’ve also reflected on why I always sit in front of the computer for hours, typing one word at a time. If you don't come out, you will squeeze out the last 9 points of IQ. If you find the reason, it is nothing more than eagerness for success.

Originally, Xiao Qi's style was daily flow, nonsense flow, but suddenly he had to rush to push the main line, and wanted to finish it as soon as possible. He changed his style to a master, and his style changed at a moment's notice. With one hand, you can only cultivate one-third of an acre of your own land. If you suddenly change the way you write, you will definitely become bald.

Of course, when I say this, I don’t mean to tell you to return to daily life. I said at the beginning, say whatever comes to mind. I have never given up the idea of ​​ending it as soon as possible. Of course, I won’t give up and of course I won’t just perfunctory. The ending has already been arranged. , Xiaoqi has conceived it for so many years, and everyone has also speculated about it for so many years. We all know each other's hearts, and we understand it tacitly.

Finally, I really can’t say the words of celebration shamelessly. After ten years of doing one thing, everyone will get tired of it. It’s like your own child. He is just born and happily celebrates the New Year every day. When he grows up, he feels cute. It still hurts to the core. After eight or ten years, Emma has worked too hard, is tired, and is tired. She starts to feel a little disgusted and picks up problems. Does she feel a little... a little crooked? A bit of a clown?

So she started talking about other people's children. Xiaoqi must be in this state of mind now.

I don’t intend to complain to everyone about the trivial matters in life. After all, it’s not too hard. Occasionally, I can take some time to play games, like an African ten-game draw, but Xiaoqi is in a 20th-tier town, and the atmosphere is relaxed. Compared with the people around him, he looks miserable. Any 996 office worker in a first-tier city can slap Xiaoqi in the face.

It seems that the topic has been diverted again. It is not good to exceed a thousand words. Let’s just talk about the tenth anniversary like this. You don’t have to celebrate, but you can’t help but bow and say thank you to the readers who have always supported Xiaoqi.

In these ten years, only with you and me can there be darkness.

. . . (To be continued)