Genshin Impact: Zhongli discovered that he was stealing tributes at the beginning

This is my first time writing, and it may be my last time writing.

When I wrote this novel, I was able to fulfill half of my original ideal - to become a famous writer with good writing skills.

It seems now that I am not famous, and until my late graduation, less than five people read my book every day.

I'm not good at writing, so almost no one reads my books.

Fortunately, I consider myself a writer, even though I am an online writer and a street writer.

Of course, I also understand that this is a kind of self-comfort, or self-beautification.

How could I not know if something I wrote by my own hand looks good or not?

It’s indeed not good-looking, but I was still willing to keep writing and completed the goal I set at the time of writing at least one million words.

To be honest, unlike the passion and enthusiasm at the beginning, I am a little numb now.

Because the income from writing this book is completely out of proportion to the time and energy I put in. It took me 9 months to write a million-dollar book, and so far I have earned 2123.6 yuan.

Fortunately, I have a job so I won't starve to death. This is why I can generate electricity for love.

I love playing Genshin Impact, so I write Genshin Impact fan fiction.

This book is a love letter I wrote to Genshin Impact. Although the game environment is not as good as before, I am still grateful that it brought me worry-free joy during those years of amnesia.

In fact, after writing 300,000 words, I wanted to give up and stopped updating.

Because I didn't write well, I got poor grades, which led to a serious loss of readers. From hundreds at the beginning to only two or three now.

I often struggled with this, convincing myself late at night not to code or do such painful things.

However, after get off work the next day, I would still sit in front of the computer and start typing.

Because I found that there are people urging updates every day, even though it is only one or two people.

Since someone is willing to read the story I wrote, why not write the story in its entirety?

This is how I persuade myself.

So, I persisted until now and finally finished this book.

So I feel quite emotional now. I have a lot to say, but I don’t want to ruin everyone’s mood because it’s all nonsense.

After much consideration, I decided to talk about my original ideal of becoming a writer.

It was a bright afternoon in junior high school. After class, I lay on my seat and enjoyed this peaceful and beautiful moment.

Suddenly, my Chinese language book fell down, and when I picked it up, I found that on the opened page was a text - "The Road Not Taken" written by Frost.

The book says that when the protagonist was walking, he encountered two roads diverging at the intersection into the woods.

Since "I" couldn't get involved at the same time, I stood at that intersection for a long time.

In the end, "I" chose one of the roads. It was covered with lush grass and very quiet, making it more attractive and beautiful. Although there were very few travelers' footprints left on this path.

"I" deeply understand that if I choose this path, it will be difficult to go back to the other path, because this is a choice in life.

At that time, I thought the writer was so amazing! So cool! I can tell you a truth in just a few words:

People can only choose a certain path during a certain period of time, because time waits for no one.

Even if you choose another path at some point in the future, times have changed and buying sweet-scented osmanthus and carrying wine with you will not be like traveling as a teenager.

Life is like chess, without regrets.

Since then, I have fantasized about becoming a great writer from time to time, so that I can unravel the confusion of life for readers, tell some truths that are in line with the three views, tell some interesting things and make people's lives more beautiful.

This is why I want to be a writer.

Obviously, dear readers, as you read this you realize that I still haven't gotten there.

This is as it should be, because I didn’t work hard enough.

Okay, it’s time to stop writing here.

Thank you to the readers who have stayed with me until now. Although I don’t know your names, I want to tell you exactly. If it weren’t for your reminder, I would have given up long ago.

thank you all. thank you all!

Dear readers.