My Return to Life

　　 After the continuous torrential rain, the weather was so sultry as the pressure deep into the bone marrow that the broken bowl was breathless.

　　 Write a few lines and pour some acid water.

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　　 Thank you all for your love and appreciation from the editor. The book was recommended by a ‘guided reading’ two days ago, and a total of 16,000 people joined the bookshelf.

　　 looks like fire.

　　 subscribed but there is not much improvement.

　　Baowan is an old street that walks along the way, and it is updated day by day, just to make friends smile;

　　Maybe there are many words in the update. If you are happy to see it, you will subscribe, or vote for a monthly pass, or give you a reward.

　　I can't help but happy when I break the bowl.

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　　 After adjusting the state and writing 500 words, I remembered the forty-minute voice call at midnight two days ago.

　　 On the phone, I was wagging my tail like a dog.

　　 Phones like this have been endless since a long time ago.

　　The pressure is endless, and it’s hard to breathe.

　　 Tired to cope day and night.

　　 This rebirth essay was finally decided after a friend’s suggestion and self-thinking.

　　 Because the very small part of Fang Nian’s life is something I want to live now.

　　 For example, if I can now go back to the 16th year of my senior year, I will choose again and go to a decent university.

　　 Like most people, they experience ordinary college life and have a job that can support their families. The house is rented and there is no means of transportation...

　　 In the end, it was fiddled with like a commodity, and it ended up with an object that may not be very beautiful, and perhaps occasionally gentle.

　　 It’s not like it is now, nothing can be accomplished, and there is no qualification to become a commodity.

　　 At the age of eighteen, in order to make myself look less young and get a job, I followed the example of an adult, bought cheap shirts and trousers, and grew a beard.

　　 In a flash, it is ten years.

　　 At the age of 27, I still wear cheap shirts and cheap trousers, and occasionally have to tie a tie awkwardly in order to meet customers, and mix in the crowd, looking like a business person.

　　 Only myself knows that I am so out of place that I clearly feel that I am not worthy.

　　 It is said on the Internet that staying up late is because you don’t have the courage to end the day; you stay in bed because you don’t have the courage to start the day.

　　For me, there are only late nights and early rises year after year.

　　 There is no other reason, but poverty.

　　 The kind that is so poor.

　　 After work every day, I hurriedly rushed to the subway to go home, hurry up the code word, hurry up to update.

　　 After the update, I have to continue to write the chapters for the next day-because I have to keep changing the words every day, in order to use the update volume to gain readers' approval.

　　 At three o'clock in the morning, standing in front of the rented room window, there was no light. There were no street lights in this alley. At this time, I only dared to relax for a while, and then I needed to wash and lie down quickly.

　　 did not dare to suffer from insomnia, but it happened to suffer from insomnia often.

　　 After sleeping for four hours, at seven in the morning, the alarm clock went off on time, repeating the previous day.

　　Because of being poor, because of the pressure of life, because of many reasons that cannot be explained one by one, most of the time I only eat the lunch meal every day.

　　 For the sake of that pitiful, insignificant dignity, like most colleagues, order a business fast food with the lowest price of 23 yuan-this is very low in first-tier cities.

　　 But as far as I am concerned, it is probably the income that can only be obtained by writing 10,000 characters.

　　 A person like me is not worthy to eat so well.

　　 I know that people like me have been ants from birth.

　　 Although the appearance is the same as the person who looks like, the inferiority engraved into the bones that struggling out of the mud cannot be washed away.

　　 A little bit bigger wind and waves, I have to beg for mercy like a dog-although this will not bring any effect.

　　My spiritual world is very small.

　　 Therefore, what I wrote naturally carries a taste of being said to be hypocritical or literary.

　　 Only I know that it is sour.

　　 I used 12 points of effort to portray the ‘characters’ I have seen.

　　 I admire "them" so much.

　　 once had the honor to see some tall scenes with the big guys, and clearly felt that he was unworthy.

　　 Even the text under the pen has become poor and small.

　　 There are many heroines in the world, people like me can’t write about it-I have tried it in the book I wrote in the preface.

　　Beyond the limit of what I have seen and what I can imagine, so that the stallion does not know it, I, a farmer, can only imagine that the emperor will use a pole too.

　　Because my life is not easy, I tried my best to make Fang Nian live easy.

　　In this way, I can also relax in my own small spiritual world.

　　 I know that this kind of effort is inevitable deliberately.

Almost every comment and every chapter says that I have read it in the background. Some of them will be angry and want the theory, but most of the time I dare not speak, and the tone is too light and it is not appropriate, and it is easy to produce unnecessary misunderstanding.

　　These misunderstandings are insignificant to many people, but they can easily destroy me.

　　 There are also some things that are shared or doubtful, I also want to reply, but I can't get started.

　　 Because your spiritual world is too big for me.

　　 Your occasional descriptions are like bright stars;

　　 Even if I can tell your stories through hearsay, I will have a sudden light of the whole world.

I often compare a broken bowl to myself~www.ltnovel.com~ because I am like a broken bowl, born out of silt, it looks bright and beautiful, but there is no duckweed root, just throw it away and it will be broken Sparsely.

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　　 I know that for a spicy chicken like mine, I must work hard, work hard, work harder, work harder.

　　 So, when I realized this soberly, I have been working hard to update the codeword.

　　 Most of the time, the 4D guaranteed daily change.

　　 Today’s 4 will be updated before 0:00.

　　 Thank you, readers, for reading these sour words written in the broken bowl.

　　 Thank you for your kindness.

　　Walking all the way from Xiaopu Street to Laopu Street, I have not dared to ask for too much.

　　 I just still look forward to it plainly. Friends who like to read this book, read it at the starting point and subscribe at the starting point.

　　 It is calculated that 300,000 words are updated every month, and it only costs 15 yuan at most, and only 50 cents a day.

　　 I think this should not be considered an astronomical figure.

　　Of course, I never dared to ask all friends who love this book to order them all.

　　 The total of 16,000 extra collections in these two days, even if only one tenth of them will give one or two subscriptions, then...

　　 is also the limit of a broken bowl.

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