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Text: Final Thoughts

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    After writing "The End of the Play" yesterday, I guess it was the time when my body's defenses were at its weakest. I was physically and mentally weak. I just lay down on the balcony and smoked two cigarettes silently, and then I was crushed by the cold wind. I went to bed early in the morning.  I got up and found a severe nasal congestion. I went there and had a cold. I was not happy!  I wrote this book a long time ago and put it aside. Later I found out that there was a eunuch book under my name. For some reason, I felt uncomfortable no matter how I read it. I was tortured for a long time.  After I finished writing an urban novel, many people objected to my continuation of the eunuch book and asked me to start a new book directly, saying that they were afraid of affecting my grades.  But I just feel uncomfortable having a eunuch book under my name. I feel awkward, obsessive-compulsive, and a bit stubborn. I have to pick up this book and write it.  I started to want to continue writing the original content, but found that it had been too long and I could no longer feel the original content, so I deleted it and rewrote it.  So, the first chapter of this book was officially uploaded on February 26, 2014, and it has taken nearly three years so far!  Nasal congestion, no sigh, no emotion!  But I still want to thank everyone for their support from the bottom of my heart.  As I said before, some of my readers have been with me from junior high school to college, some from high school to entering society, some from students to successful careers, some from marriage to divorce, and some old friends have always been with me.  I felt warm when I saw the name, and some of them dispersed as I walked, which made me feel sad.  Thank you all for accompanying us all the way, take a bow!  I want to thank not only the readers, but also the editors who have been silently supporting me behind the scenes, which the majority of readers cannot see.  Thank you to my editors You Long and Xiao Meng for your continued help!  Thank you to my editor-in-chief An Yi, thank you for your care, help and support. The new book has made you worry again!  Speaking of the new book, it was originally released a year ago and I wanted to continue it seamlessly. However, due to various reasons, I decided to release it after the New Year. It was purely to seek good fortune and hope for the good fortune of having more than enough every year.  According to the lunar calendar, the New Year is celebrated only after the Lantern Festival, so there is more than enough every year.  Therefore, the release date of the new book is set after the Lantern Festival. I looked at the almanac and found that the fourteenth of this month is not bad, so what, it¡¯s Valentine¡¯s Day!  New book, I¡¯ll meet you all on time on Valentine¡¯s Day, see you there!  The title of the book cannot be disclosed for the time being, for fear of being preempted from registration.  I look forward to continuing to spend some odd time with you in the new year. It is my honor to provide you with some entertainment!  One page is over, don't forget me, bow again, thank you for your support!  Finally, in the book review area, I saw a reader¡¯s message for ¡°Farewell¡±, and I attach it here: Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky.  The sound of the willow flute lingers in the evening breeze, and the sun sets outside the mountains.  At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? i i i i am i With With With My Life With There With Rare With Us, with many separations.  Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends.  A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream of cold tonight
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