The Love of a Cannon Fodder

First of all, I would like to thank my friends who rewarded and supported me 😄 I have been writing articles for almost ten years and have signed eight contracts with various websites. Although the results are not good and I have been rejected, I will stick to it because I like writing articles... When I first started writing articles at Qidian, I saw others signing contracts and I wanted to sign a contract, but the quality of the articles was not good and I couldn't sign. Finally, I made a decision: to cooperate and sign a contract. Remembering what happened when I was writing articles at that time, I am very grateful to the friends who rewarded and supported me, especially two reader friends. One rewarded me generously, and the other spent hundreds of yuan to reward me to help me get it on the shelves. For rich people, a few hundred dollars is nothing, but it means a lot to me. It is their support that allows me to persist in writing. It's not easy to rack your brains to think of plots every day, so I need all kinds of support... If you have coins, encourage me. If you don't have coins, you can be a friend, just do whatever you want😄 Being friendly makes money🤝 Let's write good novels together and make a little money😁😁

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[Indissoluble Bond] Suddenly I saw a lot of people writing about the Indissoluble Bond in Soy Sauce. I must come here to write one. I have been in touch with Ah Dada, the Yuan Meng from "Cannon Fodder Love" for a long time. When I was still entertaining myself by singing one-man shows, Dada was the one who silently supported me. She didn't ask for anything in return, she gave in a low-key manner, and she supported half of me by herself. It is she who has always accompanied and encouraged me to continue my journey in despair and helplessness. No matter how much I express my gratitude, it is all in vain. I don't know how to repay. I can only wish that I will become famous in the book world as soon as possible and have a taste of my long-cherished wish to create a world of literature.

Fanfic 21 "Dalang, look, it's a pity that the first floor is empty. I'm also bored. Why don't we open a sesame cake shop, so that you don't have to go out in the rain and wind to sell sesame cakes, and I can help you." During the meal, Pan Jinlian mentioned the matter of opening a shop. "Madam, as long as we have enough money, I don't want you to work so hard." Wu Dalang said thoughtfully. "But it's so boring to be idle, so I just want to find something to do." "Then what do you want to do?" "I have already thought about it. You will continue to sell sesame cakes on the first floor, and I will make some simple porridge and bring some special dishes..." Pan Jinlian said excitedly. "Since you want to do it, then do it." Wu Dalang suddenly agreed.

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"Director, I'm afraid of heights, let me stand in for you." A woman stood on a tall building, looked down, and closed her eyes in fear. "An Yanbing, come on." The director waved to An Yanbing who was standing aside. "Director, can I go up, how about the safety measures?" An Yanbing looked downstairs, also a little worried. "Don't worry, there are thin steel wires binding you, and there are rescue equipment downstairs. There will be no problem. Get ready to jump." The director urged. "I..." An Yanbing was still a little worried. "You, a substitute, why are you dawdling, jump quickly." A certain woman said impatiently. "I..." Thinking of the hefty reward, An Yanbing gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and jumped downstairs...