This is a campfire story.
The number of code words so far has reached one million without realizing it.
The flying fingers are beating, and the "click" sound of the keyboard is like melodious piano music, playing a movement that belongs to me. My blood is burning and my passion is flying.
It felt like I was walking in a snowy wilderness, and when I suddenly looked back, I saw a series of clear footprints behind me. From determining the title of the book, uploading the first chapter, the first click, the first recommendation, the first collection, the first reward...
The past events are vivid in my mind, and when I look back, I actually feel a little emotional.
This book is my hard work. It is like a bonfire lit on a cold snowy night, warming my heart and illuminating my way forward.
If this book is a bonfire, then... my editor, Qilin Boss, is the one who gave me the fire.
The story of Chollima and Bole is well known.
Without Bole's appreciation, even if you have the ability to travel a thousand miles a day or eight hundred miles a night, you can only be stuck in a carriage, huddled in a stable, and have no chance to gallop on the battlefield or conquer the world.
However, my editor Qilin is not only a Bole, but also a teacher.
I am an old fan. If you click on my author name, you can see the long list of fan books at the back.
The concept, setting, opening, and layout of this book were all built one by one under the personal guidance of editor Qilin Boss.
During this process, every pointer was like parting the clouds and revealing the blue sky, allowing me to understand the key points of writing online articles.
This is fire.
Fire is not a lit match, nor a bright candle, nor a burning torch, but the art of drilling wood or flint to make fire...
He was lifted up among the crowds on the street, and he was humbled among the humble ones. Editor Qilin is so grateful that I can't express my gratitude for his kindness in knowing me and teaching me my career.
If the editor Qilin gave me firewood, then... the readers gave me firewood.
Every comment, every click, every collection, every recommendation, every monthly pass, every tip...
A handful of firewood was added to the bonfire to make the bonfire burn brighter and brighter.
The flames are churning and burning.
The blood in my heart is also burning!
Pressing both hands on the keyboard, the "crackling" sound of the keyboard sounded again.
The exciting rhythm and jumping notes are like galloping horses in the wilderness or the waves surging in the sea.
Look up at the sky.
The kingdom of the gods hangs high in the sky, the platinum throne is at the top, and the brilliant divine light shines on the heaven and earth.
I turned to look at the bonfire beside me, took a deep breath, and clenched my fists tightly.
Many hands gather firewood and the flames rise.
One day, this bonfire can also start a prairie fire, sweep across the earth, and light up the sky.
This is my dream.
I dream that one day, I can... ignite my divine fire, condense my divine personality, open up my divine kingdom, and hold my throne high!
The divine radiance spread across three thousand realms and shocked the heavens for ten thousand years!
Brighter than the starry sky, more brilliant than the sun and the moon!
Gentlemen, please give me a helping hand!
Every handful of firewood you contribute can make this bonfire burn brighter, stronger, and more intensely!
When this bonfire sweeps across the world, I... will eventually be crowned king!