The events described below are all true, not fictional, please believe me!
When I received the notification from Sister Yuan, I was so flattered that one of them was happy, and the other was... or happy. The happy thing is that I can try the set of books, and the other happiness is... hehe! The caring sister Yuan said in advance that there is still some time left before the manuscript submission period.
No problem!
Of course, no problem!
How could there be a problem! ○K's it!
After absurd and debauched years...
Huh? Why does the annoying little thing time, like He Jiaren's American slogan say, naturally passed
Of course, how can I be the kind of person with no alertness (waist proud appearance), even if there is not much progress before, but because the story is almost the same, so I told myself, just start pinning myself In front of the computer, seriously type out what is structured in your mind, and that's it. no problem! OK!
It would be nice if Dai Zhi was as simple as foolish people thought... (Has this sentence pattern appeared in the postscript of the previous book?)
After arranging the progress, I found that the progress was used for backwardness. The most tragic thing is that I also found that it seems that only in the dead of night can I concentrate and be a little more attentive when writing.
After staying up for several nights and writing hard, my good companion who stayed up late, the so-called side effects, came to me without any difficulty!
For example, dark circles under the eyes, pimples that are about to move, yawning after waves of unresolved yawns, eyes that can't open due to fear of light and tears, and a sluggish spirit... like a drug addict!
And all of this was seen by someone in my family who shouted that the water would freeze.
That person is... the Queen Mother!
After finally handing over the manuscript, the next day, Sister Yuan received an e-mail that was astonishing. "Why do you submit your manuscript at such a time?! Three o'clock in the middle of the night?! You stay up late?!"
Don't stay up late, do I have to make beef soup
I once told Sister Yuan during a small talk that my mother-in-law, like all mothers and queens on earth, hated her daughter the most, staying up late and having irregular work and rest. The degree of hatred can range from her mad scolding at me for hours every day. seen in terrorist acts.
Well, maybe less than a few hours, but there is a lot of scolding every day. It's no wonder that Sister Yuan would be so frightened when she found out that I was staying up too late—the mother's majesty spread far and wide!
Here, I must express my heartfelt words with great pain, that is—
"Who wants to be a beast when there is a dutiful son to do?!" (Thanks to Mr. Liu Wencong for letting me quote)
Translation: stay up late? I don't want to either!
Besides, I'm really writing about animals this time... No, no, I can't say that, dogs are man's best friend!
The heroine in this book looks like a German wolf dog, maybe not cute and lovable, even a little fierce, a little cold, a little scary...
But this dog is very conscientious and manly!
It will not necessarily accompany you to play, but it will definitely protect you, accept strict training, and perform various difficult tasks. Such an excellent human race, no, a dog breed, no wonder it is favored by the police community... (Why did I really start introducing police dogs?)
Anyway, I am very happy to have the opportunity to write this book, and I hope you like it! Of course, don't forget to share your thoughts or criticism with me!
Please send your letter to: sugar5100@hotmail.com , waiting for you!