Chapter 32

A letter to fellow readers for the New Year

Reader A: I've only been in the group for three years

Reader B: What a "only three years"

A reader of three years, for an old author who has had sixteen years of creative experience, is indeed fresh and tender, and deserves the word "only."

When I impulsively started writing sixteen years ago, I didn't think I would be eating this bowl of rice for so long, but I just came all the way here.

Whenever I release a new book or occasionally nag a few words on the public account, there are always readers who stand up and say: I grew up watching your books.

There are readers who grew up watching my books, and there are readers who are slowly getting old with me.

Sixteen years, from youth to middle age, these readers who have been side-by-side with me have become like family.

In middle age, with parents above and children below, the burden on the shoulders is invisibly increased, and the unpleasantness in life comes unexpectedly.

My old father's sudden cerebral infarction once affected my creation for a long time, the updates were unstable, the update volume decreased, and the support of the readers in words and deeds was the most brilliant color in that gray life.

To this day, there are still readers who leave messages to ask about my old father's health. Here, I will inform everyone uniformly: my old father's condition occasionally fluctuates, but overall it tends to be stable.

Looking forward to the New Year!

Let all the unpleasantness stop here, and let the beauty come as promised.

For me, your support is where the beauty lies.

Thank you all!

I wish everyone peace, health, and everything goes well in the New Year!