She Is a Reader, She Is an Author

I just want to say... When will you update "Yirmi"~~~I'm waiting to die!!!

I silently admire the author

When you see the progress of the column, the article is "Completed", Inexplicably, I feel that this story has a sense of tragedy.

Ling Xianzi met you, and I read it again today (there is no good new article). I somehow clicked on the column, and somehow clicked on the column and then this essay. After reading it, some felt like crying and some wanted to laugh. Come to think of it, it was the adults who wrote the voices of many people (including me, of course) I rarely leave messages, I'm too lazy... I only say something when I feel really good about a certain chapter. But some articles are exactly the opposite. In some articles, I will carefully pick out bugs, leave messages obediently, and express my own thoughts. In doing so, I actually want the author of that article to remember him. In fact, I like that author and want her to remember me. Even if it's just a name. "I don't remember what the author replied. She seemed to be flirting with the reader downstairs. I was a little disappointed. I suddenly felt that ^^ might not be a smiling face. Maybe she just felt that it saves effort." This feeling is very uncomfortable. I thought it was a unique tacit understanding between the two, a warm world between the two. But someone else intervened. So abrupt, yet so natural. It was as if he was telling himself that everything before was just his illusion. Nothing special. Maybe my previous thoughts were a bit... Pretentious?! Actually, I like you. I like your article and the person behind your article. I valued you without knowing it, and even though I felt uncomfortable because of you, I never understood that I liked you. Maybe, one day in the future, when I experience this feeling again with someone in reality, I will know that I once liked someone. I don't know him. Love regardless of gender. I just like him, I just think he is important. At least, that's what matters most in the world of fiction. "I accidentally wrote that comment again in the latest chapter. Maybe I was too nervous. I forgot to rate it, and it was a 0-point trolling comment. I hesitated and sent it again, this time it was a 2-point trolling comment. The author replied ^^, replying to my trolling comment, but there was no reply to the trolling comment. There is no logic anymore. I think it is really a smiley face." Yes, that is a smiley face. It's his smile at me. He still remembers me and the "tacit understanding" between us. If his reply is a spammy comment, does it mean that he cares more about me as a reader? Have you ever wondered why this person didn't show up for so long? Or, as long as he still remembers himself... I'm glad that the reply to me was "^^" If it had been anything else, I would probably feel uncomfortable again, right? My parents and relatives who know that I read and write articles always say to myself, "Why do you still like to read those things when you are such an old girl? I won't be a writer in the future, so why do you spend so much time? Why don't you study hard and strive for the postgraduate entrance examination? I'm almost crazy." Yes, if this continues, you will really become crazy, right? After all, even the dreams are of Hibari Kyouya, Atobe Keigo and the like. Even dreams are butterflies. It's just that it's not easy to quit... Jinjiang is another home, and the author I like in Jinjiang is the sister/sister/brother I want to get close to (I haven't met my brother yet). Maybe I'm too crazy and too easy to play. It's just that these characters, although real but still virtual, moved me, brought me tears, and gave me a smile. I like them, I like them very much. I am far away from those people, but as long as I keep getting closer step by step, I will stand beside them one day. Fortunately, I have met someone I like very much. Fortunately, the person I like knows and remembers me, not just as a reader, but as a sister. I'm lucky, in a way, I have her, my butterfly Sir, you are very cute when you write this article, and you are still very cute when you read it. It's just that I have someone in my heart, and I am a good baby who is wholehearted. However, I still like adults very much! In my eyes, the protagonist is the epitome of the author. Therefore, when you fall in love with an adult protagonist, the name that comes to mind is not Guoguo... But Out of Season. Perhaps it can be said that the out-of-season comes first, then the fruit. Sir, I look forward to your new article.

Raise your paw, not a good reader +1 End, end, end - -Xiao Jiji, you are being arrogant again...

I really can't understand OTZ But I still say: Happy Birthday!!! (Although it's late...) And Happy New Year!!! (It's still late)

Although I haven't read your article... But after reading this, I really fell in love with you TAT! Just fill it in silently~!

Later, it's time for the Fairy Ling to be updated.

The first one fell in love with his biological sister, the second one had an Oedipus complex, the third one liked a man, the fourth one was a pedophile, the fifth one had a car accident with his mistress, and the sixth one was a girl. This female cup is also =. =

Click on the claws, but it's a pity that there is no sofa!