Jun Jiuling

The newborn spring, scorching summer, and icy winter are all over, experiencing and feeling the gradually revealed warmth and chill.

After four volumes of progressive accumulation of emotions, I finally arrived at the last volume, which is titled "Waiting for Autumn Harvest".

Autumn, the season of harvest, the emperor wants to harvest, and Miss Jun also wants to harvest. As for who will harvest in the end, there will be a face-to-face confrontation.

Before I knew it, it was almost a year, 1.7 million words, which is not too much compared with the past. I am not satisfied with the writing speed of this book, and I also feel that it is less lively and emotional. What, compared to Qianjiao Niang and Zhu Sha, isn't it bitter enough? No dead people? (Hahaha don't hit me).

Of course, I once said that I want to write a story that makes everyone happy. As far as this is concerned, I think I have achieved it, and I am also very satisfied. Everyone knows that the stories I have always written are laughing and crying. Maybe this time it can be reversed. Come and say it's a tearful laugh.

The power is mutual. I try my best to make everyone enjoy reading this book, and everyone makes me enjoy writing. Whether it is various lists or subscription data, I have achieved unprecedented results and received unprecedented book friends. I am a pessimistic person, because I am afraid of waking up from the dream, so I am particularly afraid of dreaming, but this time, I am willing to immerse myself in everyone's sweet dreams, laugh happily and enjoy the joy of this moment. , Even if you wake up from a dream, why not be afraid.

The fifth volume is the final volume. When it will end depends on the specific progress. After all, the writing cannot be rough, and the story must be explained satisfactorily, so as to live up to the companionship of this year.

So, in the end, that is to say, I haven't finished yet, and then I will start the ticket-seeking mode.

Familiar book friends know that I am embarrassed to ask for votes, and I rarely ask for votes. This is not pride, but embarrassment to disturb everyone.

But in the last month, I was thick-skinned. I want to compete for the rankings. It is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but it is difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. Once I go up, I don’t want to come down. If I can’t compete, I still have to fight.

So, hey, stretch out your hands, stretch out both hands, want to hug, wrong, I want tickets, please continue to love me this month, love me hard, bow down, deeply sorry.