A Weird Theater That Started In London

As the title.

Another year passed.

Whether in reality or in the novel, many things have happened. I am grateful to Da Da who has always supported this book.

I hope to end it later next year. Along the way, I have witnessed too much:

mid-college.

At the end of college.

Into the community.

Not long ago, even the editor whose card I put on the shelf resigned. After seeing his notice, I realized that I hadn’t chatted with him for almost a year. It's funny enough to leave you speechless.

Before I knew it, the new book was more than 800,000 words, and because of the double publication, I also tasted the taste of five-figure manuscript fees for several months. Reward and progress.

Nima, the sun is hot, my whole body hurts, and I still need to code, and I guarantee eight thousand more per day.

Next month, no matter what you say, you will ask for a lot of leave, three days!

Make up for it.

Huh huh, when I was laying down and typing with bone pain all over my body, I was thinking: writing a book is a dead end, and there will be no full attendance if I stop working.

But after getting through it, I think it’s okay. Recently, I bask in the sun every day, code words calmly, and watch a movie to sleep. Apart from being single and not socializing much, my life is very peaceful and I have a sense of expectation.

2023, bless you all.

If there is no accident, 2024 will also bless you on this account, that is, it will change a book.