I feel a little impetuous lately. Maybe it’s because I want to finish it quickly, or maybe it’s because I’m scrambling to get the word count for the hundreds of dollars I’ll pay for perfect attendance.

As a result, the words I wrote in the past few days were not very sincere. How can I put it? I just didn’t put myself into that world, and I wasn’t serious enough.

How many readers will find a novel that I don’t think is good to read?

It is difficult to maintain your original intention, or you may not know when you will lose your original intention. (This sentence is hard to pronounce when I read it)

Originally, I planned to just make do with it, but today I suddenly figured it out at my grandma's house.

I'm not happy if I just cram in words just to finish. I should do things that make me happy.

Just focus on your own work! Wild readers will have everything.

I want to make a living from writing novels in the future, so I shouldn’t treat my novels with a perfunctory attitude.

——Following what I said on May 2nd——

I wrote my second request for leave on May 2. On that day, I was not only upset because of the novel; my own condition was also extremely bad, although I was healed by the wheat fields on the roadside in the evening.

The leave application note said that I wanted to revise the chapters that I thought were not very good, but when I read it that night, I found that the chapters that I thought were bad were quite coherent. So I didn’t change them...

As for saying that I was a little too hasty, maybe it was because I really wanted to finish it. One day I said I wanted to slow down a bit, but the next day I updated 8,000 words; I felt like what I said was as if I hadn’t said it at all.

I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe I thought I had to get at least perfect attendance?

I don’t particularly want to write today. I always feel like I’m dealing with errands, even though I write quite seriously.

Even practicing calligraphy can't calm my impetuous heart. Maybe it's right to put aside all thoughts and just do it?

In the beginning, I was very happy as long as the new book was successfully reviewed, but now I seem to be getting more and more unhappy because my desires are getting bigger and bigger.

Why...why did I come to write a book?

Can I still maintain my original intention?

Haha - why should you doubt yourself? You have only one purpose. That is to finish that book!

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Just do what you like

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Lin Kuye has lived in a small village for more than 20 years.

At this time, he was sitting on a chair playing with a withered Yueyuehong. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and swept away the petals of the Yueyuehong in his hand, leaving only the bare branches covered with dead leaves.

Hold it tightly in your hand.

"Don't go-"

Lin Kuye stared blankly at the bare branches and reached out to grab the petals, but missed.

He couldn't help but darken his eyes and clutched the bare branches tightly; the palms of his hands were pricked by the barbs on the branches, but the dead leaves of the forest were still clutched tightly.

This Yueyuehong was picked up by Lin Kuye from the roadside when he was three years old. He was ignorant at the time and fell in love with this red thing at first sight. So much so that when he picked it with his hands, he was stung by it.

He hesitated for a moment, but he didn't cry, which made Yue Yuehong find it very interesting.

Yes, this Yueyuehong plant has spiritual consciousness.

Ever since Yue Yuehong was picked up by Lin Kuye, something was wrong with Lin Kuye. To put it nicely, he was sick, and to put it worse, he was crazy.

The villagers did not dare to approach Lin Kuye, and the school did not accept Lin Kuye. Children of the same age also threw stones at Lin Kuye. But Lin Kuye didn't think anything was wrong, maybe because he was sick.

He actually didn't do anything, but the villagers just thought he was crazy.

Can a three-year-old child who jokes with Yue Yuehong all day long be a lunatic? Can a three-year-old child who goes to the back hill to dig the most fertile soil for Yue Yuehong be a lunatic?

Isn't it just that you don't talk to the villagers? Is this considered crazy?

"Isn't he crazy? He has two brains less than others!"

"Forget it if he talked to Yue Yuehong when he was three years old. He is almost twenty years old now and he is still talking to Yue Yuehong! Isn't he crazy?"

"He never talks to us. When we say hello to him, he turns around and leaves without paying any attention. Isn't this crazy?"

When the villagers mentioned him, they became very angry!

"Ignore them, they are jealous of your good luck." Yue Yuehong comforted Lin Quye.

"Yeah!" Lin Kuye didn't really pay attention to it.

Speaking of Lin Kuye's good luck, we have to praise Yueyuehong. This Yueyuehong seems to be born to bring good luck to Lin Kuye. As long as she is by Lin Kuye's side for a day, Lin Kuye will be happy.

Ye doesn't feel hungry even if he doesn't eat. Moreover, any animal, fruits, vegetables, wheat or cotton, as long as Lin Withered Ye stands beside it for a while, it will immediately become more productive!

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As I was writing this, I suddenly fell asleep and had a dream. When I woke up, I found that the dream was connected with a previous dream, and I suddenly felt bad.

Today’s chapter has not been updated, what on earth am I doing?

The above story is not finished yet, I thought I would add it one day when I feel better.
Chapter completed!