This is the story of a bonfire.
Unknowingly, the number of words written has already reached a million.
My fingers danced, and the "kacha" sound of the keyboard was like a melodious piano piece, playing a movement that belonged to me. My blood was burning, and my passion was soaring.
It was as if I was strolling in a snowy field. When I suddenly looked back, there was a string of clear footprints behind me. From confirming the title of the book, uploading the first chapter, the first click, the first recommendation, the first collection, the first gift …
The past was vivid in my mind. When I looked back, I actually felt a little emotional.
This book was my heart's blood. It was like a bonfire on a cold snowy night, warming my heart and illuminating my path forward.
If this book was a bonfire, then … my editor, Boss Qilin, was the person who gave me the spark.
The story of the horse and Bo Le was well known.
Without the appreciation of Bo Le, even if one had the ability to travel a thousand miles in a day and eight hundred miles in a night, one could only be trapped in a carriage or curled up in a stable. There was no opportunity to gallop on the battlefield and roam the world.
However, my editor, Qilin, was not only a Bo Le, but also a teacher.
I am an old failure. If you click on my author name, you will see a long list of failed books.
The concept, setting, opening, and layout of the book were all built under the guidance of the editor, Big Brother Qilin.
During this process, every guidance was like pushing away the clouds and illuminating the blue sky, allowing me to understand the key points of web writing.
This was the spark.
The spark was not a lit match, nor was it a bright candle, nor was it a burning torch. It was the technique of drilling wood to make fire, the technique of flint to make fire …
It was lifted from the masses and simplified from the trivial. Editor Qilin had recognized my talent and taught me the virtue of being a teacher. I could only be grateful to him.
If Editor Qilin gave me the spark, then … the readers gave me firewood.
Every comment, every click, every bookmark, every recommendation, every monthly ticket, every gift …
They added a handful of firewood to this bonfire, making this bonfire burn brighter and brighter.
The flames were churning and burning fiercely.
The blood in my heart was also burning fiercely!
Both of his hands pressed on the keyboard, and the sound of the keyboard rang out again.
The impassioned rhythm and jumping notes were like a galloping horse in the wilderness, like the surging waves of the sea.
He looked up at the sky.
The Divine Kingdom of the Gods hung high in the sky, and the platinum throne was at the peak. Brilliant divine light illuminated the world.
I turned my head to look at the bonfire beside me. I took a deep breath and clenched my fists.
Many hands gather firewood, and the flames burn high.
One day, this bonfire would be able to set the plains ablaze, engulf the earth, and illuminate the sky.
This is my dream.
I dream that one day … I will be able to ignite my divine flame, condense my godhood, establish my divine kingdom, and hold my throne high above!
Divine radiance spread throughout the three thousand realms and intimidated the heavens for ten thousand years!
Brighter than the starry sky, brighter than the sun and moon!
Ladies and gentlemen, please lend me a hand!
Every handful of firewood can make this bonfire burn brighter, more fiercely, and more passionately!
When this bonfire engulfs the world, I … will be crowned king!
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