Every day in front of the computer, knocking, deleting, deleting, modifying, and changing, half a month has passed unconsciously. I can't help but sigh in my heart, I'm gambling my youth on tomorrow.

In fact, Haoyuan has no youth to gamble on, and for the past two years, he has to stay up in front of the computer until midnight every day, meditating hard, working hard, occasionally looking in the mirror, only to see the shape like a withered tree, like a ghost, and talk about youth.

As for tomorrow, if you don't die, you will continue to look forward to it, I just hope that all book friends will support you a lot, monthly passes, rewards, subscriptions, clicks, within the scope of your ability, give Haoyuan some good hope.

Your support is my insistence! (To be continued.) )