Another year has passed!

The mentally retarded ink still hasn't finished writing the demon, and the book friends around him have come and gone, come and go, and after a few reincarnations, I suddenly looked back and found that the book was still alive in the light.

Due to the slow updating of the ink, the book was not finished for four and a half years. (From August 13 to now, it's really been four and a half years, right, it's impossible to make a mistake with such a simple calculation!)

In the long update, this book has poured the youth of ink, and it must have been accompanied by the youth of some book friends.

The surroundings are obviously festive for the New Year, but for some reason, instead of happy memories, I think of the despair when I first wrote this book.

That year, in my grandmother's comatose ward, doctors asked the family if they wanted to continue breathing or give up on the tube. I saw that my mother, my uncle, and my brother-in-law were all crying, all of them were silent, and no one wanted to give up, but they were too weak, and all of them were weighed down by the burden of life, and no one dared to bankrupt my family to let my grandmother live a few more days.

At that time, I hated it, hated why they didn't go bankrupt to treat my grandmother, if the treatment continued, maybe there would be one in ten thousand hopes, maybe one in a million hopes...

But when I realized the hardships of life, I realized that when they were silent, they were also desperate and remorseful. At that time, my uncle was unemployed at home, my mother opened a small shop with a monthly income of only 1,000 yuan, and my uncle's job was only one or two thousand wages, and he didn't even have his own house when he lived to middle age, and he still lived with his grandmother.

They are not the rich people who spend a lot of money in the president and TV series, and they are not the kind of protagonists who love one person and have to give up the world, they are just ordinary people, people of flesh and blood, people who are obviously weak but hard to support a family.

In the end, they didn't remove the tube, but they didn't have the money to continue the treatment.

So I was discharged from the hospital, so I bought an oxygen cylinder and returned home to give oxygen, so my grandmother left.

In front of my grandmother's spirit, my uncle cried heartbreakingly, and if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that a man who is usually arrogant would cry like that kind of fool. I think that the uncle at that time was probably the most painful and remorseful person. I hate my ordinariness, I hate my weakness, I hate my powerlessness.

We were all too weak, and I was a bit of a secondary two at the time, so I thought so. Compared to my incompetent uncle and others, I couldn't even take out a hundred yuan to save my grandmother.

So I secretly swore that even if I wrote a small h-article, even if I embarked on a dark road, I would earn a little manuscript fee to support my family.

It is precisely because of this kind of middle two mood and the early plot of the demon that Ning Fan will be the image of such a stubborn teenager, his naïve and imperfect character is actually just the epitome of the author.

Therefore, the demon was not called this name at first, it was just a small H text, and the ink of that year was only a little white author, and it would not pave the plot, and there was no book on the shelves, and the writing level was limited.

At that time, when I saw someone commenting on the book review section, I was as happy as a fool. (Later, I didn't dare to read the book review area, I was timid, afraid of seeing negative reviews)

At that time, my back disease was getting worse, and my only sustenance was to write books. (Now the back disease has basically recovered, except for not being able to exercise vigorously, there is no major problem)

At that time, I could walk for 10 minutes on a 100-meter road, stopping and sitting on the side of the road several times. (Now I can walk a few kilometers in one breath without panting!)

At that time, no one thought that I could make money writing books, not even myself. But at that time, I had no way to do anything else to make money except writing books. (Now I have basically entered the primary stage of socialism!)

This is my last chance, I want to seize it, I don't really love writing very much, I had a headache when I wrote essays in middle school, I just had to do it, when my relatives are gone one by one, I don't want to be so hopeless and powerless anymore.

Yes, that's right, Ning Fan, who is a bit of a secondary two and a little extreme, is the original intention of my writing.

Saddening one's own weakness and never bowing to fate is the purpose of this book.

Later, I understood, whether it is an uncle, an uncle, or a mother, no ordinary person in this world is good, and no one is weak.

Everyone is gritting their teeth and living, and if they fulfill their responsibilities, even if they are poor and mediocre, they cannot be regarded as weak.

The New Year is coming, and I would like to thank those book friends who have accompanied me, and even more so to those who are still with me.

Happy New Year!

Don't forget your original intention!