Let’s start with October 2020. I experienced a lot of painful things in Hangzhou, and my heart was almost extremely tense.
so,
Forced to go home to recuperate.
My home was safe, but what I never expected was that the tight spring in my heart, the moment I returned home,
Broken.
Crying like an idiot.
On this day, I suffered from an extremely serious mental illness. I was extremely afraid of failure and did not dare to take any action.
My parents wanted me to socialize and interact with old classmates. I said, "You are trying to kill me. If I take one step forward, I will die."
But I know what the best way to save yourself is to get rich overnight.
Don't laugh, it's true.
After many failures, even if it is only a small success, it is like a rain of rain after a long drought!
Therefore, I started writing on New Year's Day and wrote the current book, "I am really the Captain of the Flying Henanese".
This is a survival book. In reality, I am also struggling to survive. If this book fails, it is hard for me to imagine what stupid things I will do.
Then,
I took off.
Great!
Successful advancement in each round of recommendations made me feel a lot better until the day it was put on the shelves.
As a pure newcomer, I got a good result of 3,400 first orders.
then,
Smiling from ear to ear.
I thought I was cured, but 3404 readers pulled me out of the mud pit.
Here, I would like to thank the 3,404 first-time readers. If you haven’t given up yet, thank you for saving the life of Nanshan, who I have never met.
Until June, due to many chores, updates were interrupted and the display was in ruins.
His grades plummeted.
A book with 10,000 booking potential has been turned into an ordinary high-quality book with an average of 4,000 orders.
Depression gradually reared its ugly head, causing me to be unable to write for several days in September, October, November, December, and January.
Until February, I fell into a desperate situation of insomnia.
Coupled with the muscle strain in my waist, which is very painful, the new depression every day almost drives me down.
In the past few days, I have been recalling the mistakes and stupid things I made during those two years in Hangzhou every moment.
In psychology, this is called rumination.
Excessive depression caused me huge physical problems. I went to the toilet ten times a day and almost couldn't walk.
Severe collapse.
On the way to my grandparents’ house for dinner, I took three breaks.
On the small dining table, there are green vegetables, braised prawns and beef hot pot. The moment the lid of the pot is lifted, it smells terrible!
But I couldn't take a bite, my face was pale, and I silently took the express back to my house.
A person huddled under the quilt.
collapse.
despair.
Please God let me live until I die.
Then,
It was about six forty.
Something unexpected happened to me.
My grandma was so worried about me that she came to me in the heavy rain wearing a raincoat. She brought me a box of fragrant milk tea and wanted to boil water for me to make milk tea.
Damn, I was so moved!
Then... what a fucking miracle, my body recovered, became stronger, and a surge of strength surged up!
Although my waist still hurts, I feel energetic and comfortable all over, with joy written all over my face and smiling from ear to ear!
I will always remember this miracle.
Starting from tomorrow, as long as my body allows, I will work hard to update and complete the book as soon as possible.
Then open a new book and make a lot of money.
Let grandparents say loudly when chatting with neighbors downstairs:
"My grandson is very capable."
That's it.
Thank you all for persisting until now.
I'm going to rest first, hoping to be able to write on time tomorrow morning.
Good night.
