Happy New Year!

Another year has passed!

The mentally retarded ink still hasn't finished writing the enchantment, and the book friends around him come and go, and after a few reincarnations, when I look back, I find that the book is still alive in the dim light.

Because the ink update is too slow, the book has not been written for four and a half years. (From August 2013 to the present, it really has been four and a half years, right, it is so simple and impossible to miscalculate!)

In the long update, this book has poured the youth of ink, and it must also be accompanied by the youth of some book lovers.

The surrounding is obviously a festive atmosphere for the New Year, but for some reason, what I remember is not the happy memories, but the despair when I first wrote this book.

That year, in the ward where my grandmother was in a coma, the doctor asked the family members whether they would continue to maintain their breathing or give up extubation. Want to give up? I saw my mother, uncle, and uncle all crying, all silent, no one wanted to give up, but they were too weak, everyone was weighed down by the burden of life, no one dared to go bankrupt to let grandma live a few more days .

At that time, I hated so much, why they didn't go bankrupt to treat my grandmother. If the treatment continues, there may be one in ten thousand hope, maybe one in a million hope...

But when I realized the difficulty of life, I realized that when they were silent, they were equally desperate and remorseful. At that time, my eldest uncle was unemployed at home; my mother opened a small shop that paid for phone bills, and the monthly income was only 1,000; my uncle’s job was only 1,000 or 2,000, and he lived in middle age without even having a house of his own and lived with his grandmother. together.

They are not rich people who spend a lot of money in CEO articles and TV dramas, nor are they the protagonists of novels who love one person and sacrifice the whole world. They are just ordinary people, people with flesh and blood, who are obviously weak but hardy to support a family.

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

So I was discharged from the hospital, so I bought an oxygen bottle and went home for oxygen, so my grandmother left.

In front of my grandmother's spirit, my uncle cried heart-breakingly. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that a man who is usually arrogant and arrogant would cry like a fool. I think the uncle at that time was probably the one who suffered the most and regretted it the most. I hate my ordinary, I hate my weakness, I hate my powerlessness.

We were all too weak, I was still a bit of a junior at that time, that's what I thought. Compared to the incompetent uncle and others, I can't even spend a hundred yuan to save my grandmother.

So I swear to myself that even if I write a small h essay, even if I embark on a dark road, I will 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 possessing a demon that Ning Fan is such a stubborn young man. His naive and imperfect character is actually just the epitome of the author.

Therefore, Enchanting Demon was not called this name at the beginning, it was just a small h-text; the ink of that year was also just a small white author, and it would not pave the way for the plot. There was no book on the shelves, and the writing level was limited.

At that time, when I saw someone commenting in the book review area, I was happy like a fool. (I didn’t dare to read the book review area later, I was timid, for fear of seeing negative reviews)

At that time, the waist disease was getting worse and worse, and the only sustenance was to write a book. (Now the waist disease has basically recovered, except for not being able to exercise vigorously, there is nothing serious)

My back hurt so much that I couldn't walk, so I had to grit my teeth and walk. At that time, I could walk and stop for ten minutes on a 100-meter road, and stopped and sat on the side of the road several times. (Now I can walk miles in one sitting without gasping for breath!)

Back then, no one thought I could make money writing books, not even myself. But at that time, besides writing books, there was no way for me to do other things to make money. (Now I have basically entered the primary stage of socialism!)

This is my last chance. I'm eager to seize it. I don't actually love writing very much. I had a headache when writing essays in middle school. I just had to do it.

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

Sadness for one's own weakness and never bowing to fate are the purpose of this book.

Later, I understood that no matter the uncle, the uncle, or the mother, any ordinary person in this world is good, and no one is weak.

Everyone is living with gritted teeth. If they fulfill their responsibilities, even if they are poor and mediocre, they cannot be considered weak.

The New Year is here again, and I would like to thank those book friends who have accompanied me in the past, and I am even more grateful to the book friends who are still with me today.

happy New Year!

Don't forget your original intention!