Versatile Mage

Let's start with me. In fact, a lot of readers have been chasing books for years and they don't know your uncle very well.

My uncle is actually not very old, and now 27, writing for you will still be in college, will be called by all of you, mainly a group of 15 or 16 teenage girls, and I feel very kind, and at the same time relieve the embarrassment of my author's name.

I started junior high with a lot of ideas in my head, and they were piecemeal stories and some unrealistic fantasies, classes, dreams, dreams. I started writing things, I wrote what I thought was in my head, and this process made me enjoy it, at least for some other time, and it made my grades better.

From junior high school to high school, writing begins every night at 11: 00, and I haven't slept before 12: 30 since I was about 15, and at night is my kingdom, my world.

I've been a conscious person since high school. Mom and Dad have to work, my brother goes to college, I have computers at home all the time, I can be corrupt at random, the house is not wealthy, but my mom keeps the money at home how much I have to take myself, I basically don't spend any money besides eating. Although I can actually do a lot of crappy years at this age, I just want to show that I am one of them. My parents are very comfortable with me. I went to the internet cafe all night until 5: 00 a.m. I didn't bring the keys. My dad opened the door for me and he didn't ask where I was going.

I suppose it's strange. What am I doing with all this?

I want to tell you that I was full, mentally, materially until I was an adult. This material is not very luxurious or upscale. Yu Losheng's home environment is written according to my own family, including the old house, and the installation of an air conditioner doesn't seem right. I feel that I have plenty of material and spiritual resources, so I don't overenvy and envy those who are doing well. I'm trying for only two reasons, first of all I'm unwilling to be a mediocre and lazy person. Secondly, I want to be able to afford a family as an adult. I never thought about saving money for my parents while I was studying, never working in the cold and hot weather, eating and playing games at home, I think I'm still studying and need them to feed me, I don't feel guilty. But when I get to work, I will never allow myself to do this, and I will have to make them feel free to worry about money the way I did when I was a minor.

College writes novels, just my hobby. I enjoy the process of slowly writing back to taste, which is my spiritual food.

Coincidentally, I wrote and sent out articles that I had been writing to myself, because I said I was also an unwilling and mediocre person, and I wanted to see the book do an excellent job.

I should have been an old driver in writing when I was fighting. I wrote very slowly at first, 2,000 words a day. This amount has been more comfortable for me for over a decade. I started to lose focus and get tired.

That's who's been arguing with Feng for over four months, no money, and I'm happy to write because it's my habit. Four months later, the book started to burn, and with a bigger audience, I started updating 6,000 words, considering your needs and trends in the web.

So I really don't understand why some people say I'm famous, and I start expanding, and I write 2,000 words when I'm notorious.

With the reader, it makes me feel like I have an extra responsibility, and you have to look at it, and so many people love to look at it, so I'm going to let myself keep this 360 days of writing for as long as possible.

But this responsibility has led me not to treat my spiritual food as a enjoyment anymore. I said 2,000 words a day, and I was happy, but it turned into 6,000, and I overspent most of my energy. You always ask me why I don't keep a copy. My answer is I'm already working overtime every day. How do you expect me to finish tomorrow's work and overtime together? I do that every day, I run out of energy, and the next day, you think even if I did write more the next day, I wouldn't make up for what I wrote the next day after 2,000 words? Not working overtime is a break for me, I need too much rest, never relieved by super intensive overtime before overdrafts.

Besides, what I got, I told so much, and some readers would definitely say, "Did you and he make a lot of money and still talk about hard work here?"

I'll answer you. Money is a lot, but my life hasn't changed much. A lot of times reporters have asked me, "You've changed a lot, from a poor college student to a famous writer today." I always answer the same question. Not much has changed, I'm still a homeboy, mostly reading, watching movies, playing games, writing. Writing takes up too much energy every day, and there are no pictures of fantasy millionaires floating around, and most of their lives, as I understand it, are tedious.

I could afford to read books when I was in college. I watched movies just for a few members. I hardly charge for games.

In fact, even if I don't have a high income, my life doesn't change much. I can't afford a big city. I can go home. I have more friends there. I can buy cheap cars, they can be used. Work well from Monday to Friday, I can drive my cheap car around on weekends, go to the suburbs, go to the barbecue, visit relatives, meet old classmates, have a small way of life in a small place, and that's all my parents ask of me.

Most of my income is in the family, Mom and Dad's, and I'm in my own family now. One time I had a mental explosion scolding readers in a book because something very sad happened in the family, and I didn't update it, and someone left a vicious language on my tweet.

Seriously, my moment was the only time I came up with an idea I didn't want to write in my life. I am happy to write a book, but now it makes me more painful and tired. Late at night, that world that belongs to me, my kingdom, my spiritual food, is now an inseparable job, a spiritual pain.

I would not have been too eager to be rich and expensive, nor would the wealth I had harvested have changed my favorite home life, and I could really do 2,000 words a day, which would make me happy, healthy, and stable.

So what's the motivation behind my 6,000 words a day?

Isn't that because of you?

I have an extra responsibility to you, I don't want to fail your love and support, even if I don't rest much, some live in isolation, I am tired for a long time, it would be worth it to see you like me.

Even now, with all of you, I don't really have to write just 2,000, and I can write, keep it up to date, get used to it for a long time.

I just hope that you don't break my heart again and again. There are more than 360 days a year. When I can't update my own life, don't overdo it. When I'm tired of writing and I want to sneak around, don't say anything that makes me sad. When I get seriously ill and go to the hospital without fruit, and I have to stop for a day or two to renew, don't fight me collectively...

If even you make me sad, does that mean anything to me?

I'm going to hang the bottle, tweet it on my phone at 4: 00 in the evening, and I know someone will definitely pop out and snort it, so much for updating the chapter, and I'm going to tell you that my left hand is sticking a needle in it, and I'm slowly squeezing those words on my phone with one hand.

I can choose my life, I can retreat to my favorite little life, and I chose you because I know that besides that whole negative energy, we have more real love powder and beautiful girls in our chaos.

That's right, my wife was picked up from my readers, so I'm always good to my readers!

I haven't talked to you much about me. This time it hurts.

I hope you will continue to do well to support your fat or uncle, vote more often, and brush full-time magician updates in other people's live broadcast rooms. Leave more messages and, most importantly, be more tolerant. I'll love you guys.

(When I hung the bottle home, I thought it would be a good night's sleep, but unfortunately I told everyone that my cough had gotten worse and I coughed back and forth.

These are words that I wanted to talk to you about last night when I hung the bottle. I was going to tweet them for a few people to see. I didn't intend to put them in the book, but today I had to send a book to explain my terrible situation. I hereby inform you that these days may stop, if it gets better, I can resume the update in a day or two, and if it gets worse, it will take a few more days.