Chapter 428
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Life requires rushing around, and writing requires passion.
I don't know how everyone is like, but I think many of you are like me, living an ordinary life in this ordinary world. As an ordinary person, they have their own happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy that are insignificant in the eyes of others.
I don't do bad things, I don't harm others to benefit myself, I don't speak too much, and I hope to get something in return after giving. Even if the return isn't much, it's enough to make me grin.
In the past, I still had the longing for a pie falling from the sky, but now I have to lower my head, knead the dough step by step, bake it, and finally make my own pie.
Just like the explosion of writing, I don't imagine how many votes I'll get. I lower my head and write, time and time again. You can see it, but if you can't, I can only feel powerless.
Votes. Sometimes, do you really need to use the word 'beg'? In fact, the moment the word 'beg' is written, it's already bitter.
Just like the ancient emperors, the moment they say 'forgive', they themselves are guilty. If they are not guilty, how can they be forgiven? If they really know how to vote, why do they have to beg so many times?
Today, they can see through it, but tomorrow, they will be helpless, and they will still have to run into it. Rather than struggling bitterly, it's better to beg the devil … If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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