Chapter 1216
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January 11th, 2013, was exactly 20 days after the end of the world. I was enduring my headache after taking some medicine and wandering around the internet. I met the author who asked me:
"Auntie, have you seen the third Qidian Golden Keyboard Awards?"
I said "No".
He told me, "Auntie, you should take a look. It's a good thing to struggle in life, the process is not the result."
I was surprised at what he was hinting at, but I didn't think there was anything to hint at. I was only sick for a day, and I was in sixth place before I got sick.
Then … Then after I double-clicked, I was speechless. I only felt that I got sick at the right time. The difference between fifth and eleventh place was only a thousand votes, but I was in eleventh place.
The eleventh place that failed in sprinting to the end.
The eleventh place that was kicked back by illness.
Just like the first time I scored 59 points.
Just like the coincidence of missing the college admission line by one point.
Just like the Salt Lake City Jazz of the United States of America who was eliminated in the finals after Jordan beat Russell in 1998 AD.
Just like the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland who was eliminated by Maradona in 1986 AD.
Just like the Ding Crab who completely cleared out an hour before the arrival of the bull market …
The depression of being a supporting character permeated around me, making it difficult for me to breathe and see. What other words could I say? Singing a long song to cry, must be done after the pain is over. Therefore, even though I wrote ten thousand words today, I was still depressed.
A true warrior dared to face a bleak life, dared to face the dripping blood. Therefore, I could only open the monthly votes list and recommendation list to comfort myself. It was like a candle that warmed my heart a little.
Those who survived would vaguely see a glimmer of hope in the light red blood; A true warrior would move forward with more vigor.
Alas, I couldn't say anything. I could only use a wretched title and content that wasn't wretched to ask for everyone's support.
I hope that when I open the monthly votes list and recommendation list tomorrow, I can be warmed up again.
His nose was running and he was sneezing non-stop. His face was flushed and he was coughing up phlegm. He was writing at 2: 27 in the morning. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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