Open a single chapter and talk about what’s on your mind

Friends who are familiar with Waste Paper know that Waste Paper rarely writes single chapters to say something. They are always worried that it will interrupt everyone's reading rhythm, and they are reluctant to trouble everyone.

But there are some words that have been kept in my heart for a long time. No one can say them, but I won't say them out loud.

The new book is on the shelves, and the results are far from as good as expected.

It can even be described as bleak.

But Waste Paper is still working hard and still unwilling to admit defeat.

I fell ill two days ago. Maybe it was due to the change in weather, eating unclean food, or maybe my stomach got cold at night.

For two consecutive days, I went to the toilet at least a dozen times a day. My whole body was in a state of dizziness, my brain kept buzzing, and I couldn't taste anything I ate. People are also in a trance, and may even forget what they did in the previous few minutes.

And in these two days of trance, Waste Paper also thought a lot.

Sometimes I suddenly feel miserable.

In this world, I am like a god who can control the lives and destiny of the protagonist, supporting characters, villains, and sidekicks. But in reality, he is as humble as an ant.

I need to calculate how much I eat for each meal. If a meal exceeds 30 yuan, it may lead to insufficient living expenses.

I need to worry about whether the upcoming rent, property, water, electricity, gas, and Internet bills can be paid, and how much will be left to last until next month's publishing fee.

I need to meet the expectations of my wife, parents, and relatives. Try your best to be a qualified husband and son.

The night before yesterday, my wife suddenly told me that house prices have not risen, but interest rates are about to rise.

Our plan to buy a house has been delayed for a long time, which is what I promised her, but she has always been considerate and never rushed me.

As she talked, she cried and told me that she wanted to buy a house in Wuhan, even if she lived far away from the city. I know that before she met me, she had suffered a lot of grievances in this matter.

I felt so distressed that I felt split in pain. I wanted to wave my hand and tell her... let's go buy it right now.

However, the reality is... I can only tell her to leave everything to me and comfort her.

But I couldn't tell her. Maybe with my income and paying the high monthly mortgage, even my life would be a problem.

I can only try to restrain my desire to consume.

This is not the first time I have fallen ill. No matter how difficult it is, for the sake of perfect attendance of 600 yuan a month, I don’t dare to stop reading.

I don’t even want to go to the hospital, which consumes time and money.

Finally... I got over it today and am finally feeling better. I have only gone to the bathroom five times so far... Haha! Should we be happy?

In order to make up for the lack of updates in the past two days, Waste Paper decided to upload all four updates today, even if it was written until midnight.

Waste Paper has tried its best.

Not for a luxurious life, nor for those glorious ideals.

Waste Paper just wants to stop worrying about small expenses and exhaust himself. After accumulation, he can satisfy his wife's wish and give her a home in Wuhan.

Therefore, friends who like to read books on waste paper and think that books on waste paper can read it.

I implore you, don’t be stingy. It only costs a few bucks to subscribe, but this is useless paper... A veteran writer and street fighter for many years has all his life and hope for survival!

thank you all! Waste paper... Thanks!