Another year has passed!

The mentally retarded ink still hasn't finished writing "The Demon", and the book friends around me come and go. After several rounds of reincarnations, I suddenly looked back and realized that this book is still alive in the dim light.

Due to the slow update of ink, this book has not been completed for four and a half years. (From August 2013 to now, it really is four and a half years, right? Such a simple calculation cannot be wrong!)

During the long period of updating, the youth of ink has been poured into this book, and it must have been accompanied by the youth of some book friends.

There is obviously a festive New Year atmosphere around me, but for some reason, what comes to mind is not the happy memories, but the despair I felt when I first wrote this book.

That year, in the ward where my grandma was in a coma, the doctor asked the family members whether they should continue to maintain breathing or extubate and give up. Do you want to give up? I saw my mother, uncle, and uncle all crying and silent. No one wanted to

I want to give up, but they are too weak, everyone is burdened by the burden of life, and no one dares to spend all their money to let grandma live a few more days.

At that time, I was so hateful and hated why they didn’t spend all their money to treat my grandma. If the treatment continued, there might be a one-in-a-million chance, or a million-to-one hope.

But when I experienced the difficulty of life, I realized that when they were silent, they were equally desperate and regretful. At that time, my uncle was unemployed at home; my mother opened a small shop to recharge phone bills, with a monthly income of only 1,000; my uncle

His job only paid one to two thousand, and he didn't even own his own house until he was middle-aged, and he still lived with his grandmother.

They are not the rich people who spend a lot of money in the TV series or in the CEO stories, nor are they the protagonists in the novels who sacrifice all the world to love one person. They are just ordinary people, people of flesh and blood, people who are weak but strong enough to support a family.

In the end, they did not remove the tube, but they had no money to continue treatment.

So I was discharged from the hospital, bought an oxygen bottle and went home to give oxygen, so my grandma left.

Before my grandmother's death, my uncle cried heartbreakingly. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that a man who is usually arrogant would cry like a fool. I think that at that time, my uncle probably

He must be the one who suffers the most and regrets the most. He hates his own ordinaryness, his own weakness, and his own powerlessness.

We are all too weak, that's what I thought when I was a little middle-aged at that time. Compared to my incompetent uncle and others, I couldn't even spend a hundred yuan to save my grandma.

So I secretly vowed that even if I wrote a small H article, even if I went down a dark path, I would still earn a little bit of royalties to support my family.

It is precisely because of the instillation of this kind of middle-class mood and the early plot of the devil that Ning Fan becomes such a stubborn young man. His childish and imperfect character is actually just a microcosm of the author.

Therefore, Zhimo was not called this title at the beginning. It was just a small H novel. At that time, Ink was just a novice author who did not know how to foreshadow the plot. There was no book on the shelf, and his writing skills were limited.

At that time, when I saw someone commenting in the book review section, I was as happy as a fool. (Later, I didn’t dare to read the book review section anymore. I was timid and was afraid of seeing negative comments.)

At that time, the waist disease was getting worse, and the only hope was to write a book. (Now the waist disease has basically recovered, and apart from being unable to exercise strenuously, there is nothing serious.)

Even when my back hurts so much that I can't walk, I have to grit my teeth and walk. At that time, I could walk and stop for ten minutes on a 100-meter walk, stopping and sitting on the side of the road several times. (Now I can walk several kilometers in one breath.

, no gasping!)

At that time, no one thought that I could make money by writing books, and even I didn’t really believe it. But at that time, besides writing books, I had no other way to make money. (Now I have basically entered the society.

The primary stage of socialism!)

This is my last chance, and I am eager to seize it. In fact, I don't really love writing. I had a headache writing essays in middle school. I just have to do it. When my relatives leave one by one, I don't want to be so hopeless and helpless anymore.

Yes, that's right, Ning Fan, who is a bit middle-class and a bit extreme, is my original intention in writing.

Being sad about one's own weakness and never bowing to fate is the purpose of this book.

Later I understood that no matter whether it is my uncle, my brother-in-law, or my mother, any ordinary person in this world is good, and no one is weak.

Everyone is gritting their teeth and living. If they fulfill their responsibilities, even if they are poorer or 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 even more grateful to the book friends who are still accompanying me today.
Chapter completed!