Law of the Devil

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Today is December 5th.

Last year today, December 5, 2007, the Law of the Devil began to publish the first chapter at the beginning.

That means that today marks the entire anniversary of the book of the Devil's Law, an article commemorating the past year.

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There's an interesting thing.

Last year, the last two months of late 2007, I was struggling and starting with another author, Monthly Guan, fiercely competing for last year's annual championship, desperate outbursts, pulling votes, strangling brains to think bridge segments, even yards to finger convulsions.

During that time, my wife said something very classic to me.

And when she said to me without a grudge, "Ever since the moon was closed, you have left me cold.

Well, that sounds pretty funny. Anyone who hears about it will find it interesting. But the only one who doesn't find it interesting, I'm afraid, is my wife.

Because I did leave her cold that time, and it was two months before we were about to get married.

Last year I wrote a bloody article called "A Champion's Heart" —— and it turned out, shamefully, I lost last year and didn't win the championship, so the title "Ten Thousand Years of Penises” still follows me.

Even, when I got married, the starting company gave me a wedding gift, and one of the editors who was very close to me joked with me, "Why don't you give me a tablet and don't you just write" centenarian penis "on it.

Hehe.

Yes, I lost last year, although I was confident that I had the heart of a champion, which I never doubted.

Because I believe in one thing: perseverance.

I lost last year, and this year I spent an entire year fighting, barely resting —— what happened?

As a result, I don't know if the champion got it yet, but I was at least certain: I succeeded in turning myself into a workaholic.

Yes, workaholic.

This name was also given to me by my wife.

We got married in January, and then, no honeymoon trips, no vacations, no newlywed oars, because... I want the code word.

Even on the morning of my wedding, I was updated! I'm afraid none of the authors can do that from the beginning.

On January 19, my wedding day, I updated chapter 81 of the book at 7: 22 a.m.

When I finished updating the chapter, I put on my suit and went out to pick up the bride —— all my friends thought I was crazy.

Oh, I thought I was crazy myself.

Almost a year down this year, I've been going through this madness.

Yes, I don't have a weekend, I don't have a break, I don't travel, I don't shop —— I calculated that I came down this year and went out to dinner with my wife more than once, that is, less than five times.

The other day, my wife suddenly said to me, "You know what? You treat your readers better than I do.

When I heard that, I was speechless.

That's right, when I occasionally owe an update, I'll make it right up. I update daily, code words, stay home on weekends.

I can't remember how many times I said to my wife, "Arrears first, when I have time, I will definitely go shopping with you, eat with you, watch movies..."

As a result, I always try to make up for the updates I owe my readers.

But I owe my wife a date... and the more I owe her.

So when my wife said to me, "You're better to your readers than you are to me," maybe it was a joke, but at the time, I really couldn't laugh.

Mm-hmm.

So, a lot of times, people would come at me, they would insult me, they would disdain me, they would disdain me, they would blank my teeth, I would say I was confused with my readers, they would even accuse me of bad writing attitude, and so on.

I can honestly say to these people, "Get lost!" Because you don't deserve to say that to me!

How I did it myself, I know it in my heart!

To anyone, I can say a hard word: I am well-deserved! To the reader, I dance with all due respect!

Well, these words above are not really what I was writing about.

This should be an article about summaries, about some of your explanations, some memories, some reflections, etc.

Let's start with one of my famous titles, "Ten Thousand Years of Penis."

That started in the second half of '05. In that era, we were fighting on the starting monthly ticket list together, or Yanshu Gangnam, Blood Red, obscuring these guys.

Now, in retrospect, the best atmosphere to compete for a monthly ticket at that time, the most harmonious, was really benign competition. Because at the time, the top five starting monthly tickets, the rewards were exactly the same. There is no competition for financial gain between us, either fifth or first, all the same.

But we were still arguing, at that time, a simple desire for a champion.

I remember the closest I ever had to a champion was a month, and by the last two days, I was also ahead of the second 700 votes (then the second was the blasphemy of Yanshan Gangnam), and then the smoke storm erupted, and then one night, a thousand votes caught up, from being 700 behind me to being 300 against me, and then took the champion from me.

When a cigarette man came to Nanjing one day afterwards, I wanted to pour him hard on the wine table and avenge snow hatred. As a result, the cunning Yannan lied about not drinking... and then sneaked off to Daqi. Actually, it became more familiar, and then I realized that this was a drinker, and a lot of it.

It doesn't seem unusual to chase a thousand votes a day on the current monthly ticket list, but in that era, in '05, the monthly champion had only three or four thousand votes. The cigarette man was able to pop a thousand votes a day. It was a miracle. It really made me feel like I wasn't there.

Just after I lost blood, smoke and rain, and a dark soul once each, for the second place in three consecutive months, someone started calling me the millennial penis —— that's where my famous nickname came from.

This year, 08……

Actually, I don't have to say much anymore.

A lot of people don't understand my obsession with champions. Actually, I'm just trying to prove myself.

I won't write all my life. No author can write forever. For an author, the golden years of his career are just a few years away, and I just don't want to be sorry.

This year, a magazine interviewed me, and they talked about a topic, and this magazine randomly did a survey, and asked some readers, webnovels that were popular today, and over the years, people were quite impressed, or what authors or works they liked.

Most of the answers to that survey focused on the oldest works like First Intimate Contact or Journey or Wind, and now where are the authors?

And the editor of that magazine asked me, "Dance, you've been writing for four years. Do you have any goals for your career?"

And I gave him a response, and I didn't have a big goal, and I just hope that, in the future, a few years from now, if there were any more surveys like this, there would be a reader saying, "Oh, dancing, that guy wrote a pretty good book.

I would be very satisfied with this outcome.

The goose leaves a silent voice, leaving a dead name.

A man's life is a bit of a pursuit.

There's only one month left in '08. And I dance, and it's been four and a half years —— I don't know how much longer I can write, maybe a few more years, maybe the next book will be on the street, and then it'll be forgotten by most of the readers.

In fact, the job I do has always been to please the reader.

In the future, when I put down my keyboard, I may not be proud of how much money I've earned over the years of writing. But I hope I can be proud to say that over the years, my books have brought happiness to so many people.

I would be very, very happy to have this result!

In this circle, one of my best friends, Third Young Master Tang, had a thing that made me very jealous.

On one occasion, a reader said to three fewer, very emotionally: three fewer, I grew up watching your book!

One sentence, "Look at your book grow up" - it's almost invincible.

God, at that time, I was so jealous of redness...

In the future, after I sealed the pen, a few years later, if readers could remember me occasionally, they'd say, "Oh, dance, that guy's book has been with me for years, and it's brought me a lot of happiness. ”

Life, enough!

If, I mean if.

If I could win this year's monthly ticket to the annual championship, I would have a confession to make, and I owe myself a certificate.

If I could win the championship, I could say to myself, "You've been a penis for 10,000 years, and you've finally won the championship!" You bring a lot of joy to your readers and help a lot of people spend a lot of free time having fun.

For an ordinary person, these achievements can be made throughout his life. Enjoy such memories when he is old enough for the future.

PS: This article is just about remembering something from the past, not asking for a monthly ticket.

Of course, if you want to vote for the month, I agree with both hands and feet, wahaha ~ ~

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