I made an appointment with the girl in the white dress and had an exclusive interview with her at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning.

I couldn't sleep this night. I missed the girl in the white dress and thought about her future.

Before hooking up with her, I want to give myself an accurate positioning.

I have had a painful experience in this regard, and I have missed love, which led to a wishful and tragic result.

That was when I was in high school, and two very interesting things happened.

The first thing happened when I was just in my first year of high school. A man named Xu Xiaoling in the class kept staring at me. She stared at me no matter in class and after class. My face turned red after several times.

One day, I finally couldn't help it and asked Yuanyuan, my deskmate: "You said, is Xu Xiaoling looking at me?"

Yuanyuan showed a responsible attitude. He studied it for a long time and told me an answer: "Based on my observations in these few lessons, she is really watching you."

I was in a mess on the spot and was so excited that I couldn't extricate myself. I returned to the dormitory and discussed with my roommates where to check in with Xu Xiaoling.

Just when the whole dormitory building thought I had an affair with her, the news came that Xu Xiaoling had been squinting since she was a child.

Yes, she didn't look at me seriously from beginning to end, she just looked at me squint...

It took me half a year to heal the pain in my heart. By the time I was in my second semester of high school, another more bizarre story happened.

One day, a very beautiful girl kept staring at me without blinking her eyes. Her eyes were so special, with a bit of girlish shyness in her affectionate line. At first I thought it was an illusion, but after a few minutes, I finally made sure that she had been peeking at me intentionally or unintentionally.

I was in a mess again at that time. Unexpectedly, Hu Hansan is also today. I felt like I was a beautiful man in my heart. I thought she fell in love with me deeply, so I was going to give her a chance to cry and shout to chase me. As long as she did this, I would say three words to her in the eyes of everyone: I am willing.

Unfortunately, such a story did not happen in the end.

Later I found out that she stared at me that day because my eyes were not wiped clean...

Look, how miserable a man will end up if he cannot accurately position himself.

I thought I would never make the same mistake again. It was not until many years later that I realized that I was wrong and I had several of my underwear. We might as well pull the time to many years later, after I wrote a novel called Daydream.

I feel that I am doing something very meaningful, and I carry the dreams of many friends.

In reality, many friends have read two of my books, one of which was my first book when I debuted. At that time, everyone found that someone in their circle of friends actually wrote books, so they looked at it for a fresh look. The second book they read was daydreaming, because that would be my last book.

It is probably an autobiographical online novel. Some of the characters in the book are my friends, and some are my old readers. Basically everyone can find the true form in life. My friends know what I am writing, so they keep reading, often sending WeChat messages or calling me to encourage me, making me feel that writing this way is particularly meaningful.

Maybe I am too happy and ignore the ability of readers to bear. I think readers will understand what I want to write like my friends. The facts prove that I was too wrong.

First of all, some people think that it is not an online novel. What I want to say about this is that it may not be a YY novel, but it must be an online novel. In the era when online novels were in its infancy, people often talked about "First Intimate Contact" or "The Legend of Wukong", which is the representative of early online novels. The length of those works is only about 100,000 words, and I just paid tribute to them.

Secondly, I gave myself a wrong positioning. I thought readers who read my books for several years should understand what kind of person I am. Later, I realized that I was too naive. One day, an old reader who had been in various groups for several years left the group. The reason for that guy named Yichai was very special. The reason was that Lao Niu had no canvassing votes. He said that what he saw in other groups was how to canvass, but my group was either discussing girls or discussing games, which made him feel meaningless. I think I must be too bounty in his eyes.

In this regard, I have mispositioned myself more than once or twice. For example, there was a reader who claimed to have always supported the authentic version and made me cry. When I wanted to add essence to him, I couldn't find his post after searching. Later, I found out that he had always supported the authentic version of Baidu.

There are too many similar stories, so I won't mention them one by one.

The biggest mistake I made for myself is that I always thought that what I wrote was considered adult reading materials, and I didn’t expect all my readers to have a job and family. Even those born in the 1990s can accept it. My only requirement is that I must be at least over 18 years old, right?

It turns out I was wrong again.

In this country, how can a man look up to himself so that he thinks that what he writes is for adults?

In order to write this book, I fought against many things and offended many of my colleagues. I just told a few truths that everyone understood, which attracted various insults on Weibo forums. This process was quite difficult, and I didn't expect enthusiastic readers to come forward to support me. I didn't expect that some so-called loyal people would not support me, but instead pulled me back in a variety of ways.

My only feeling at that time was that I was not defeated by a god-like opponent, but I would be cheated by a pig-like teammate.

Having written this, I probably started to offend readers again. This kind of thing that both offends the author and offends readers is probably only a weird thing like me.

In the summer of 2013, I encountered the most unacceptable thing.

The situation at that time was like this:

In order to express my apology for being missing for too long, I was active in the group that summer, and a reader in the daydream group chatted with me privately: "Old Niu, I finally saw you. I have been chasing your book for many years."

I was very moved, so I replied, "It's not easy, your child can make soy sauce, right?"

He said: "No, I was in my first year of junior high school that year, and I was in my first year of high school this year..."

At that moment, my hands and feet were cold.

I lived in my thirties and still couldn't give myself an accurate positioning.

I always thought I was an adult book writer, but in the end I found that I was an adult book writer writer.

Just before I recovered, someone appeared to smash my glass, and I just didn't update it for three days.

As old as an uncle, I am still so emotional and have not made any progress. What's strange is that I am neither impulsive nor angry when I make this decision. I just feel that I need some time.

It takes three days to think about it, and why I suddenly feel so desperate.
Chapter completed!