: End of the testimonial (my atonement)

ended.
ended.
Many, many people, many, many things, here, are completely over.
Many things, all stories, people in stories, all things in stories.
Actually ... I suddenly didn't know what to say.
Everything here is over. In a short moment, I am full of joy, but my heart seems to be suddenly empty.
This is the first time I have written a true testimonial, and it is the first story I have written.
More than two million words, a year and a half, countless efforts, countless pains, countless cold and long nights.
So many things ...
I'm a little flustered.
It was painful, and it seemed to be a feeling of rest.
rest in peace.
After all kinds of hardships in the world, I was finally relieved.
Yes, writing this story, writing this novel called "The Witcher's Legend" is really painful for me.
The reason for the pain is very simple. One is because of the achievements. Before and after my novels, there are wizards' novels, and their achievements are radiant and dazzling to me.
but I do not have.
Both, from the beginning, they have been encouraged by many people, so many book friends, the level of activity makes me envious and even deeply jealous, but the same ... I don't.
I do not have it.
Of the three, everyone is the same wizard chip novel. In the writing, there are more or less the shadows of the classics of the predecessors, but their shadows have been recognized by many people.
but I do not have.
All I have is countless insults.
Numerous insults.
Countless disgusting book reviews.
Countless appalling evaluations.
Many, many, many things.
very many……
It drives me crazy.
Really, during that time, I was really going crazy.
Why, why, a little The previous book is also a newcomer and a new book, but he is the best thing all the way. The following book review area is a compliment, but I have been streaking for more than a month Put on the shelves, and then endure countless ridicule and insults.
Ghost knows how many disgusting book reviews I have deleted in more than a year! ! !
Is my writing bad? Maybe, I was outside the door for more than a year, but after all, I saw the door. The quality of my opening and the quality of my free period novels are really not too bad.
That novel is not comparable to me at all, really, really not comparable to mine ............
Of course, this is subjective, but I am still not reconciled. Why, why can he get the encouragement of the editor, and then continue to boil, and boil out a result, and I, and I have nothing.
It ’s hard to take a newcomer ’s path. I recognize it, but it ’s also a newcomer. My quality is not bad. Why do I have to bear this kind of thing? It ’s such a pain. what.
what! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
There is another book after a while, he is similar to me, but he is more excessive at the beginning, is to directly apply others' books, but that is more praise, that is countless praises, countless approvals, is a series of Recommendations are a lot of manuscript fees, a lot of things.
Why? Everyone is the same. Everyone has a shadow of other people's culture. I have few, many of them, but why do I get something like this?
Crushed everywhere.
Crushed everywhere.
I hurt so much, it really hurts.
We are the same novel ...
My essay is really not bad, my story can definitely be taken, absolutely anyone can be right ...
But, but ... why did I get something like this ...
If they are different novels, they are a lot of very different things, they are really better than me, I will admit, but, they are not ...
We are the same ...
Same thing ...
The same thing, the same shadow, but why do I bear something like this? Why am I coming to lose everything and become the most embarrassed? ? ! ! ! ! ! ! !
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts ...
My body trembled in bursts.
My body is trembling, and I have pain all over my body.
It really hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
Why! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
what! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
crazy.
At that time, I was crazy, and I guess it was really not far away.
Those are painful years.
Unimaginable long years.
At that time I wanted to come to write a good article, but I couldn't settle down in my heart. I didn't have a good grasp of the full text. Cavan's madness, and these emotions surged like crazy wild grasses. Spreading and growing makes me almost crazy.
The feeling in my heart is really very difficult to tell.
I am broken.
Kavinka was crazy and couldn't really write it, and I changed it; when these emotions flowed in my heart, my heart twitched again and again, I was crying while listening to the song, and then changed it.
Even when the editor arranged a recommendation for me, I did not send the manuscript and deliberately changed it.
After all, it doesn't matter.
Many things have become like this, it doesn't matter anymore.
I have lost many, many things. Is there any point in writing or not writing?
Makes no sense anymore.
Sometimes I really want to cry.
Actually, I cried many, many times.
I'm writing the text very seriously, all the plots, all the depicted characters, and other systems and the like, I am scratching my scalp here, every day is like crazy, but crowded Not a few words, this is all the essence and crystallization, but is it useful?
What use, useless, no effect.
That feeling is like you use your best heart every day, the most perfect everything expresses love to your favorite girl, but she coldly faces, and disdainfully throws your most hot and clean heart Stepped on the ground fiercely, and then laughed at you under the eyes of everyone.
Everyone was laughing, and there was ridicule on their faces.
Everyone is pointing at me, scolding, scolding ...
Occasionally I will read those two books, and sure enough, everything is fine, but I am so tragic and even tragic.
What to write.
Break it.
I do n’t know how long I cried, how much I cried.
How many days of throbbing pain.
Actually, I ’m a street fan, but I ’m even more miserable than someone who has a slightly worse grade because their books are very good. Many people are supporting them. The complete novel belongs to me, and I am not. I was scolded. Even the significance of writing this book is being questioned and weighed.
Not only can I not compare to those two books, but I can't compare to other books whose grades are not as good as mine.
Without them clean, without them pure.
Sin.
What a sin.
I closed my eyes.
The world is so quiet.
I can't bear it anymore, really, I'm dying.
At that time ... No, no, many times, many times, I really want to give up this book.
What to write, the writing is extremely painful, and I ca n’t write it out, but I am also scolded, and there is not much manuscript fee. Better written, at least the new book is clean and clean! ! ! ! !
The new book can be written naturally, but ... but I am not reconciled.
My story is very good, really good, there are very good boys, there are very good girls.
Is it the end of the infamy ...
Not reconciled, not reconciled.
I'm really unwilling.
Do you know, do you know, I am really unwilling.
I……
I ... I ... I really hurt.
A little bit before writing this book, in February 2017, I just experienced a love. I met a girl who was very good, very fond of, and I liked her very much, but because she was young, I let her go. I have no love with her and no stories. I and her are two completely different lines in life. I didn't understand before, but then I learned.
No.
There was nothing between me and her, nothing, nothing.
No, no, there is still something. That is the love letter I wrote to her. I used my heart to type the love letter of more than 10,000 words on the keyboard.
She still left.
She is like me, her home is in Sichuan, but her school is in Hunan, so she left, went to her school, never looked back and never came back.
I understand that I really really really lost her.
At that time, I had begun to conceive some of the things behind, probably in the world of purgatory, I thought of her, she has many different looks in my heart, beautiful and beautiful.
She is Tsing Yi.
She is Sophie.
She is Annie.
She is a silver bracelet ~~
I suddenly realized that I could not lose my novel.
I can't care about this novel, but I can't forget her, I can't forget the young self I used to be! !
At that time, the violet leaves that had paid the most fierce heart.
So I continued to write.
Continue to write down.
Not for others, for her, for those very good girls, in order to prove to others, my story is a very good story, even if there are flaws, but this is still a very good s story.
Yes, I admit, my story is good, it is really a bit flawed, there was a problem in the early stage.
undeniable.
This is like being me once, when I faced her, that young me.
I have faced love for the first time.
Write it.
Write it.
Keep writing.
So I continued to write and started to continue this story. I think my story is flawed, but this is still a good story. Some people will like it, some people will like it.
Of course, in the middle of writing the article, I changed it for some other reasons, some are in life, some are as mentioned above, bad emotions broke out, do not want to write, do not want to list the outline , Don't want, don't want anything.
Of course, it is undeniable that there are also some of the reasons why I sometimes have a lazy attack and become very lazy. This is true, there is no need to avoid it, and there is no doubt.
This is not my novel, this is my atonement.
I think.
Yes, this book, "The Witcher's Journey" is no longer my novel. This is my farewell. I want to say goodbye to my girl-I still like her, but I dare not love it She, it's too painful to love her, so painful ~~
This is my debt, but also my sin, and my cause and effect.
Many things, many things.
What I was thinking at the time was that, no matter what, I had to finish the book, even if it was worse or worse, it would have to be done.
Finally, I finished writing this story, and I gave myself an explanation.
Long live ~~~
My heart became calm.
More than a year has passed.
Some sentimental, some sighed.
In fact ... think carefully, it is not just an explanation or a lot of things, I am here and I have learned a lot.
I finally became a fairy in the mountain gate by the people outside the mountain gate, and ah, I also saw the road, and really walked up, not lost, not lost.
I also grew up.
There are also some things about the novel, about the Niangniang, those very good encounters, they are also very good, and they are also very good.
In addition, there is the support of some people. Although there are few people, it is impossible to compare with others, but I am still very happy, very happy.
Thank you, thank you.
Thank you for having you.
Bookworms, whether genuine or non-genuine, thank you, thank you for accompanying me through this story.
I haven't made a fuss, it's unnecessary, it's unnecessary.
Everyone's way is different. I have my own way. I travel alone, I walk alone, and I can keep going.
Always go for something.
This book has lost its glory that should belong to it, just like I lost the girl I love, it is the follower of life, and it is the way we must go.
It could have been radiant, but in the end it was no dust, and I had no chance. I accepted this kind of thing.
It's like ... I'm destined to grow old without choosing a person.
They are going to leave after all, they are going to leave after all.
What falls on me is pain, suffering, and growth.
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.
I'll go alone, just go alone.
I have always been a person, and I live by myself now. Many people do n’t know and ca n’t understand it. I used to shout loudly, but now, it really does n’t matter.
I just kind of distressed myself.
Distressed me, distressed violet leaves.
Distressed Violet, who was powerlessly paralyzed on a chair, distressed, full of pain, Violet, trembling in my heart, distressed looking at someone else's book, distressed Violet, feeling distressed but unable to squeeze in half A word of violet leaves, distressed violet leaves hitting the keyboard late at night, distressed violet leaves walking on the road, distressed violet leaves 2017, distressed violet leaves 2018 ...
I am 23 years old, and I am 24 years old.
Purple leaf orchid, purple leaf orchid ~~~
I kind of fell in love with myself, not the protection of defense, but love, similar to the love of falling in love with myself, falling in love with me, and falling in love with violet leaves.
Purple leaf orchid ~~~
You are really walking slowly.
We all have our own way in this world.
Among them, the long, distant, painful and joyful, only you can walk, you can really understand.
The world is very big, always intertwined with different joys and sorrows.
Everyone's world is never connected ~ EbookFREE.me ~ We can see other people's landscapes outside, but we can't walk into other people's world, to experience other people's anger, resentment, joys and sorrows.
You have never walked my way, and I ... have not come to your world.
laugh/
In fact, I was just going to talk about it briefly, but I didn't expect to say so much at once, and there are still many negative emotions, many emotional outbreaks, etc., emmmmmmmmm, really a lot, too much.
Apologize to everyone who saw this, after all, this is not a good text, a bit sad, 2333333333333
It ’s all over, it ’s over ~~~
Okay, let ’s talk about the business, um, it ’s about the new book.
There will definitely be new books, because after all, I am a guy who is relying on novels to eat, and there will be new books coming out soon. It should not be long.
Please do n’t delete the bookshelf first, after all, I ’m going to talk about it I think I ’ll finish my subscription and I will drop my subscription and collection. Crying / laughing / laughing /
Okay, it's over here.
I hope everyone can have an unfettered way and have a good and good life.
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