my, and the ultimate goal of the other party's plan was always the puppet master Zongcheng, who was hiding in the dark."are you actually trying to avenge Ning Xiu and Qingjun" Qingji asked.Don silentl...climb a mountain, watch a snow, chase a dream.

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A senior author told me.

every work written by an author is actually a life he once regretted.

every writer who wants to talk needs to open his own pores and breathe his own life in order to move the audience.

so such authors are destined to be miserable.

in this book, there are my dreams as well as my life.

there is the pain engraved in my bones when I was growing up.

also has a dream that I have always had.

if the big player is me making a dream come true for my life, then it is now a dream come true.

when I was writing the first three chapters, when I wrote "what would you do if you only had the last two hours in your life"

I'm actually thinking about this myself.

does not mean that I am going to die, but that I am thinking about how to face life and my own works.

when I wrote the naming art of this night, I refined the content over and over again as never before, and basically everything you saw has been revised more than twice.

make your content better, make your sentences smoother, and make the picture feel easier to resonate.

I have been careless for 30 years, but this time I am striving for perfection as never before.

although I know my writing style is mediocre, even if I work so hard, my naming skills can only be regarded as passing.

but I enjoyed the book very much.

looking at Qingchen calmly facing the world, I am very happy. I also want to have a teacher like Li Shutong, and I also want to restart my life.

but you and I both know that's not possible.

so, if there is any theme in this book, please follow me and have a dream.

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here, let me put a paragraph I have written before, which is very much in line with my current state of mind.

I worked very hard in my third year of high school.

I sleep at 12:00 every day and turn off the lights in the dormitory at 9.40. I do math problems with a flashlight and simulate the college entrance examination for three years.

starting from 4.30am, standing under the school street lamp, memorizing history and politics.

I read English aloud and wrote what I thought was a brilliant composition.

I work as hard as chicken blood, trying to get into a good university in one breath.

but a year later, I only got a score in the exam and was admitted to an ordinary university. I couldn't even understand the last two big questions in the math paper.

I knew from then on that I was really an ordinary person.

in fact, this kind of perception is quite shocking.

on the eve of the college entrance examination, I was in the classroom wiping the blackboard and singing hero songs loudly.

maybe I will never feel that wanton again in my life. After

began to write night naming, my schedule began to be completely reversed.

stay up all night, and you can fall asleep at what time during the day.

I changed the content of six thousand words a day over and over again.

constantly refine, even if you are tired, put on your headphones to find a feeling, and repair the chapters until I am satisfied.

even if that is only my own level of satisfaction, flat satisfaction.

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Today I told my wife that it's only been a month and I can't seem to handle it.

however, after waking up, I still sit in front of the computer, examining the content of yesterday and thinking about the content of the future.

I know that my reading is not as good as that of many authors, and I also know that my writing can only be regarded as a pass at best.

the question is when do you realize that you are actually an ordinary person.

but what I'm trying to say is, even if you realize you're an ordinary person, don't give up.

if time goes back to the summer of 2007.

I still sleep only four and a half hours a day.

I will still stand under the street lamp with politics and history behind my back.

if the time goes back to 2015, I would still turn on my computer and click on my own story.

before the college entrance examination, I would sing while scrubbing the blackboard.

then walk into the life that belongs to me.

maybe I'm destined to be ordinary, but I don't care.

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after the king spared his life, before that.

A lot of people say that elbows are just funny writers. If a book on elbows hits the street, elbows will soon be silent.

however, everything I put into this book has been rewarded.

the first hundred League on the shelves also broke the historical record of a starting point two days ago.

maybe I can break a new record soon.

A few years later, I still stand here and tell my story seriously. I don't know whether those who have slandered and abused me have been lost in the long river of time.

for me, I just want to prove again and again that I am actually a good storyteller, a dedicated author, and a perfunctory author.

I don't know how much longer I can write or how many more stories I can write, but I hope every step is progress.

I can't judge whether the story is good or not, but I can judge that I really tried my best.

is the same sentence, do not forget the original ideal and ambition, time will give me the answer.

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will be on the shelves tonight, and it's time to test an author's performance.

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Young forever.

always be sincere.

always young, always eager to embark on a new journey.

I hope that this time, you will accompany me to finish this part of the journey.

climb a mountain, watch a snow, chase a dream.gged in.at this time, Qingchen looked at the prisoners again, but no one was thinking about him any more.suddenly, a young man with mechanical legs ran to Qingchen and said in a panic: "We have just c...