In the last chapter, I was already far away in a hotel in another strange city. I was bumping on the road yesterday, and I was going to go to the company headquarters for a meeting in the next morning. That's right, that's how it was. The next two days will basically be occupied by training and gatherings, including this Christmas. I can only say that the company is really trying to squeeze out the holidays of our employees.

I would like to apologize here. I stopped updating the past two days because I suffered a huge change in my life. While I was overwhelmed, I really couldn't write in peace. Today, I might not be able to update it. After all, according to the nature of urine, this training meeting must be stinky and long, and I will inevitably be fucked by the meal. I guess there will be no more time to write in.

But I still have to thank you for your support. After two days of interruption, I squeezed out time to update a chapter, but unexpectedly I received a lot of recommendation votes.

At the same time, I am also grateful for covering my face. I will no longer give me the rewards from my two friends. Thank you.

And here I can only say that the soldier is not a eunuch. Even if one day, I am the only one who is left to write the joys and sorrows of countless soldiers for myself, I will continue to write this persistence because I have seen too many partners in recent years because of failure and finally chose to give up. Perhaps I just thought that one day I could tell those friends who have left with some achievements that I would still stick here.

That's all.

But occasionally there will be no need to stop the update. This is not my inaction. Please believe it and understand, because no author can remain indifferent when he sees the readers' urge to update.

If so, it might be the same as I am now. Most of the time I am tortured by the trivialities of life and work, which is helpless and anxious, and extremely painful. Stopped up is actually what I least want to see.

I like to write stories, but I don’t have the courage to let go of my work and write. Maybe it’s because I’m afraid that I will end up in failure and do nothing in the end, and maybe it’s because I’m destined to be unable to escape the fate of being bound by the world in my life.
Chapter completed!