First of all, I would like to say sorry to my brothers and sisters.

The updates are not good these days, and it's all my fault.

Since I started full-time in early March last year, it has been 19 months now.

I'll tell you how these 19 months have passed.

In the first fifteen months, in the rental house, it was more than 20 square meters. A bed, a desk, a computer, that's all I have.

I wake up every day, sometimes at noon, sometimes in the afternoon.

After a simple meal, start coding until you are hungry, eat again, code words, and sleep!

Cycle!

More than 500 days and nights!

There are no holidays, no rest days, even if the family gets together for the New Year, they have not forgotten the code word.

When you go to relatives and celebrate the New Year at home, you have to squeeze out time and write a chapter or two.

I remember on the first day of the Lunar New Year, I stayed at home alone and wrote all day, and I even forgot that it was the New Year!

Even a friend's wedding, I didn't go!

So much so that now, everyone's friends are gradually alienated, so to speak, I am the only one left!

I also know that some other authors, update faster than me. I want to be like them, but I can't.

This book is my first contact with the city, and the process of writing it is very difficult, so to speak, racking my brains.

Sometimes, from getting up in the morning to evening, sitting in front of the computer, unable to write a word, anxious, staring at the computer, grabbing hair, smoking, at the end of the day, can smoke four packs. It can be said that that kind of mood is simply like wanting to die.

From the beginning of March last year to April this year, for more than a year, I was basically in a state of no income, and if it wasn't for my father's support, I would have starved to death in a rental house.

For so many months, I wanted to climb on the windowsill and jump down, but I didn't dare, so I had to close the windows and draw the curtains, and the whole room was like a small black house prison.

It wasn't until July, when I returned to my hometown, that I was freed from this state.

The second floor, not the twenty-first floor, jumping down, it's not a big deal!

Recently, however, this repressive mood seems to have erupted again.

Every day, it's out of a state of extreme discomfort.

The heart is empty, the brain is empty, like a walking corpse.

Especially because of the state of a single dog, occasionally chatting in the group, and being forced to feed dog food, which makes itself even more uncomfortable.

Therefore, I sincerely ask my brothers and sisters to be considerate of me, even if it is a little.

I'm also adjusting my status as soon as possible and resuming updates.

Love your sins, and respectfully!

At the same time, I also hope that my brothers and sisters can love animals and stop hurting single dogs!

(End of chapter)