Today is two o'clock in the morning on May 20, 2013. I was lying in bed tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep, for two reasons. One was that I was feeling congested; the other was that I and my child were sick, with a very serious cold. Haha!

I don’t know if the child infected me or I accidentally infected the child. In short, it was a very uncomfortable night. Lonely and a little helpless! Accompanied by the heart-wrenching cough of the one-year-old and eight-month-old child...

Get up and write a short autobiography. Let the readers and authors of my book understand the hardships of being an author. Of course, you can also laugh it off!

I have not been a good child since I was a child. Not to mention being naughty and making trouble, that is just a minor thing. What is even more serious is that I actually joined the underworld when I was seventeen or eighteen years old.

After spending seven or eight years in the shadow of swords and swords, when I look back, I have accomplished nothing. The only thing left is the disappointment of my parents and a head full of gray hair!

I grew up reading various martial arts novels. I clearly remember the first novel I read was "Dragon Babu". After reading it, I practiced the Six Meridians God against the wall for three months.

Sword, I wonder if my involvement in the underworld has something to do with these martial arts novels?

From then on I understood that a good novel is likely to change the trajectory of a person's life. But I came to a dead end. The role model I learned from was not a chivalrous man, but a second male protagonist who did many evil things! First

The protagonist must be a good guy, and I am the bad guy!

I don’t know if God is taking good care of me. Fortunately, as I grow up and become sensible, I finally know how to stop at the brink and turn around! This makes my parents very happy, and even the white hair on my head seems to have turned a few black.

In the days that followed, I found a job. Besides work, I wanted to turn my only hobby into reality, which was writing books.

In 2006, I finally officially published my first book on Qidian Chinese. Maybe it was because I read a lot of books. At that time, there were not as many books as there are now. My Zhazha book was miraculously signed and put on sale.

Things were going pretty well for a few months.

In 2007, I got married as I wished. My wife is a few years younger than me. How can I put it, she takes good care of me in life. She allows me to work with peace of mind during the day. I code quietly at night. Life at that time was very sweet and warm.

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In 2008, due to my wife’s insistence, I finally finished writing Qidian, and the book The Helpless Eunuch was dropped. I won’t go into details about the specific title and pen name. It’s very embarrassing to read it now!

But as a husband, I really ignored my wife's feelings. This situation continued until 2010. By then, we were already estranged and were discussing divorce.

At the end of 2010, a sudden little life disrupted the divorce plan of my wife and I. Even after the divorce, we insisted on letting this little life come into this world. In my opinion, no one has the right to deprive a child of his life.

I really can't bear to let him die before he was born.

Listening to the strong heartbeat of the child in my wife’s belly, that feeling was really good! For a moment, I seemed to understand that this is the meaning of life. Having never felt responsibility, I felt that there was a heavy weight on my shoulders.

responsibility.

My wife's health was not good, and the child was saved after half a year of pregnancy. That half year was a happy and busy year for me. Because my parents were not around, all the burdens fell on me. But I felt extremely happy.

Happiness. It’s all because of the children. I didn’t ignore my wife’s feelings at that time! I took care of them wholeheartedly.

Later, because I was unable to take care of her, I sent my wife to my hometown to be taken care of by my elderly parents, while I continued to work hard to save enough money for my child. It was a really difficult time.

Because we are thousands of miles apart, my wife and I haven't seen each other for four months.

In the blink of an eye, it was August 8, 2011. A loud cry broke the tranquility of the family. The child was finally born. The moment I looked at the child, the moment the child's eyes looked at me, I burst into tears.

I can't describe the feeling in my heart. When I was involved in the underworld, I thought I would not have children, but now I have a son.

I want to thank my wife for all this. She has sacrificed everything for her children. Due to work reasons, I stayed with my wife and children for a week and then hurried back to my work. This separation lasted half a year.

The past six months have changed the trajectory of my life. The relationship between my wife and I finally broke down and was irreversible! In the month after the child's birth, we got the divorce certificate.

Because of my guilt towards my wife and because it is very difficult for a woman to raise a child after a divorce, I proposed that I raise the child! She had no objection. I also did not ask my wife to pay alimony. I decided to raise the child alone.

But I definitely can’t do my old job. I can only resign and go back to my hometown to take care of my children. My parents are still alive in my hometown and can give me a lot of help.

But after all, I am getting older, especially my mother. The fat boy can’t hold me at all, and he has sprained his feet recently, which is even more troublesome.

As a father, I don't know if I am qualified, but I think I am working hard. I want to create a future for my children.

At the end of 2012, I hit the keyboard again and started my creative journey. But it was not at the starting point. I changed my vest at that time. Unfortunately, it was very difficult to even sign the contract. I don’t know if I am lagging behind, no.

Suitable for today’s online literature.

Another reason may be that I haven’t read enough books and don’t have enough background! Then I finally chose a small website. Haha! I started my dream journey helplessly. Not only for me, but also for my children!

Those few months were very hard, and in three months I actually completed a work of one million words. Perhaps because of the rapid updates, the results were surprisingly good. Even better than my original results.

But everything has its drawbacks, and the pen name of a small website can never be recognized by the Internet literary world. For the sake of the poor children, I finally decided to go back to the starting point in May 2013, that is, this month, and continue my dream!

If I didn’t have children, I don’t think I would have taken this path! Anyway, it’s a matter of shooting without looking back, everything depends on God’s will!

The idea is ridiculous? In my opinion, just get a business license from Qidian Chinese. Without this license, you will never be anything. This is probably the so-called street without human rights.

The starting point may be the starting point of my dream. It may also be the grave where I am buried. Everything is unknown, and I am willing to risk everything for my son.

Because in the long run, only the starting point can fulfill my dream. Although the chance is slim, at least he still has a chance of winning the lottery.

I think my parents must have thought about me in this way, otherwise I would never have withdrawn from the path and turned back.

When I was typing this sentence, I looked at my son on the bed. He is one year and nine months old. At this time, I had an obsession in my heart: Son, daddy must write a sky for you!

You no longer have a mother, but you still have a father. Your father will definitely persevere!!

The above is the writing process of ballet. Maybe some people are scoffing! Maybe they are playing the emotional card. I think this is indeed a consideration! After all, a person's power is still very small! You can't die when you need help.

Hold on.

In short, benevolent people have different opinions. The only thing I can say is that this story definitely restores the real me. There is no exaggeration or lie in it. This is me: drunken ballet.

It's late at night, and I still have more than 10,000 words waiting for me tomorrow. I also have to take the child to the hospital. I can only write here! I want to hang a photo of the child, but I don't know if I can hang it up. Let me try it out!

Today is Wednesday, May 21, 2013.

Yesterday I went to the hospital for a checkup because of difficulty breathing, and was diagnosed with severe asthma. I was extremely tired, but I still worked hard to finish the third watch. I felt so tired at night that I fell asleep on the bed.

He wakes up earlier than Zhou Papi, goes to bed later than Miss Zhou, eats worse than a pig, works harder than a donkey, spends more time outside than at home, has eyes darker than a panda, has hair messier than a chicken coop, and has an attitude

Better than grandson, more responsible than Xiao Hu, looks better than anyone else, earns less than migrant workers!

Scenery on the surface, hesitation on the inside;

The face is not old, but the heart has gone through vicissitudes;
Chapter completed!