First of all, I would like to wish my readers a happy New Year!
Happy New Year and all the best to you.
Let’s talk about your own situation.
The author is a middle-aged man in his forties who also has mental illness.
He is a Chinese who once earned an annual salary of 100,000 and now makes a living by writing.
In general
That's it, don't waste time writing about your own misery.
Write something practical!
Sitting now:
I couldn't write anymore. I drank too much, one bottle of liquor and three bottles of beer.
The author has this amount, and when he writes this number, the author's level is just like this.
I am no longer confused when I am forty, and I will no longer worry about trivial matters, but today I got together with old friends and over a drink, I settled on the regrets of Sichuan and Tibet.
I decided to take my son to ride in Sichuan and Tibet to complete the unfinished dream of that young man.
only
hehe--
Too much nonsense, the author wants to write about tunnel warfare.
Because of family reasons, Zhao Zhe still wanted to write about the period of the Anti-Japanese War.
Well, actually
Happy New Year and good luck!
On the first day of the new year, the author wishes readers all the best
Then start the text.
Hmm. I searched the search engine for a long time and found that they all fit my author’s taste.
Finally decided to write it myself.
All the best, may you make a fortune!
In these difficult economic times, I wish my readers all the best. I
There are many more. I want to write ink and make up the word count, but the bottom line is that I want everyone not to refund money.
Mental illness needs to be controlled with medication, but fresh fruit is really not that good.
In the final analysis, you still have to rely on yourself!
I'm happy, I'm happy, what can you do!
Grass~~~——
Text begins-——
The laboratory located at the train station is still quite tightly guarded.
When the hospital was under shelling, additional troops were deployed here to let go.
Not only the official forces of the Japanese, but also the private armed forces of the Ji family.
From a certain level, the Ji family attaches far more importance to it than the Japanese officials, and dispatches several more security personnel than the Japanese.
After Xu San parked the car, he helped Miyako get out of the car.
At this time, everyone in the same group followed Xu San into the laboratory. I
At this moment, the roar of artillery shells was heard in the distance.
Xu San frowned as he looked at the delusional explosion, and said, "I wonder what's going on at the hospital?"
"This shelling is very strange. It seems to be a fixed-point strike, but the density of the shells is different!" Kurosaki chatted from the side.
"What about Kurosaki-kun's opinion?"
Kurosaki did not answer directly, but looked at Xu Rendu with a special look, "I will do whatever the commander orders me to do?"
Kurosaki still behaves like a professional soldier as always.
No matter what is right or wrong!
The target of the last artillery shell was Xu San's small courtyard, which was considered the end of this mission.
My hometown was bombed, so I believe the inspectors won't embarrass me too much.
After everyone was in their places, Xu San entered the laboratory.
Dong Jinbao immediately greeted Xu San after seeing him.
When Yu Shen Chunliang passed by, Dong Jinbao deliberately pretended that we were strangers.
The friendship between life and death has no words to express, just like Dong Jinbao and Shen Chunliang.
They don't need to say much now to understand what the other person is thinking.
At this moment, Shen Chunliang had finished dressing up in casual clothes, including a coarse mandarin jacket, a pair of old cloth shoes, and a scarf on her shoulders. She was already dressed like a coachman. (End of chapter)
