Tianhe Is Not Clear

It tasted pretty good and the pace was fast.

Tsk tsk, it's really a storm that makes the pen fall, and the poem turns into weeping ghosts and gods.

In order to read your novel, I walked dozens of kilometers of mountain roads to the town. I developed many large blisters on my feet and my shoes were peeled. I originally wanted to sell dozens of kilograms of corn at home and take a bus to an Internet cafe in the town to read novels. Unfortunately, the weather was not good and the harvest was not good this year. The food I grew was only enough for my family, so I had to work in a brick kiln in the town to earn enough money for travel. I was only paid one cent to move a brick from the brick kiln to the tractor. For the 100 yuan fare, I moved 10,000 bricks, and my ten fingers were bruised with blood. In order to save the fare, I did not put on a Yunnan Baiyao Band-Aid to let the blood clot naturally. After I got the money to move the bricks, I got on the bus from town to town. I had no choice but to run around on the street, watching the people drinking mineral water. When they threw the mineral water bottle from their hands, I jumped on it like a goalkeeper throwing a ball, for fear that the mineral water bottle would be snatched away by others. After all the hard work, I finally collected 60 precious mineral water bottles, took them to the scrap collection station in exchange for 3 yuan for Internet fees, went to the Internet cafe, and finally commented on your novel!

Awesome, so beautifully written!

Is this enough for anyone to see? The foreigner next door saw it and thought I was looking down on it. More updates! Ten updates! Ten updates an hour!

After reading the author's new book, I came over to look at his previous books. When I found out that they had been sent, the sky fell.

It's 00:11 in the morning, author, guess why I'm not asleep yet?