Get the perfect music system at the start

But I'm too stupid. I really don't have any talent for writing. All my current achievements are the result of my learning little by little.

What I remember very clearly is that I have a friend who is a gifted writer. She can write a poem that is better than the one I have thought about for months. You have to understand, she had never done this before.

I've been trying to catch up for a long time, and maybe I'll reach that level soon. It's been a long and tiring process, but I'm still writing because I love it! I think that's enough.

Because I love it but lack the talent, I can never write well. Everyone keeps advising me to stop writing, but I keep going, and it's been like that for a very long time.

However, after a while, my body really couldn't take it anymore. It's been about two months since I last mentioned wrist pain. It's been hurting and it's getting worse. Many times, I've thought about giving up, but I just can't help it.

At this point, it's not just a matter of liking it anymore; there's also a small number of readers who are willing to read it.

I think that no matter how bad my condition is, I will keep writing.

Second, let me talk about the book's performance. When it was first published, it had less than 6,000 favorites, and I thought it was doomed to fail. But later I found that there were still some readers who were silently supporting me. Maybe they never said a word, maybe they left after reading for a while, or maybe they always appeared in front of me to point out where there were mistakes or problems. I like and am very grateful for all of these readers, whether they see it or not.

As of now, the word count has reached one million, and the number of favorites has reached 41,000. Perhaps only a few of these are actually subscribed, but I am still very happy. I may not earn much money, but I am still very happy.

I once wrote a quote: Sometimes the happiest thing is not that you have written a great plot, but that you suddenly find that people are willing to read your book and give their opinions.

I've never been afraid of being criticized, because I know my abilities, and I only hope to write better and better.

I really appreciate the feedback, so I'm very grateful to those friends who genuinely gave me advice. I'm truly, truly grateful.

Thirdly, let's talk about this book. After writing books for a long time, writing outlines has become a habit. Perhaps the logic is still not strong enough, but it is better than before. However, many things have become fixed.

Do you remember the music listening post in my comments section?

There are many songs left by friends in this book. Perhaps those friends no longer read this book, but I still remember them. As long as my ability and the story allow, I will do my best to write down all the songs.

But the outline can't be deviated from; the story still needs to descend.

Actually, some readers have already guessed some of the story and ending. I've seen the comments, so maybe we've talked about it.

Yes, the story has been resolved, but it's still quite a while before it's over. It's expected to be around March next year.

Of course, we'll only know the specifics as we write.

At the end of the book, there will be a major twist, so big that, to be honest, I didn't even have the courage to write it that way, but all the groundwork was laid out in that way.

So, I hope I can write it well.

Let me give myself a pep talk and cheer myself on, haha!

Finally, let's just have a few words from the heart!

I will write the story seriously; it's what I should do as an author. I will do my best without needing any reminders.

As for the idea of ​​stopping updating, I only think about it in my head; it will never happen. I understand very well that once there is a first time, there will definitely be a second time, so I will not allow the first time to happen.

Then there's the update. Actually, I think it's okay. Even though I only have two chapters now, careful readers should have noticed that both are 3,000 words long, and none are 2,000 words.

Let me explain here. Although I don't make money from this, I still want to maintain a slightly better-looking result. The word count is inconvenient, and reducing the number of chapters can help maintain the average number of subscriptions. So please forgive me for doing this.

I update 6,000 words a day without fail. I may rarely add extra chapters now, but as the initial ratings became increasingly high, I couldn't bear to look at it anymore. I know the later part of the story did fall apart, but I'm trying my best to salvage it, whatever I can.

I hope I can keep this update going, and add more when possible.

It's been a long time since I've recommended this, but I still want to thank my editors because I think it's really great.

Well, finally, I have to admit that I'm preparing a new book, maybe for a long, long time, but I do have a really good story in my head, and I hope it will be even better than this one.

As everyone knows, the beginning of this story borrows from Mao Mao. This is my first time writing about entertainment, so I am well aware of my shortcomings. I hope the new book will be better.

Of course, it may not come out anytime soon; it's just an idea.

Okay, that's all for now.

Wishing all friends who like this book and those who are willing to read it happiness, health, and joy.

We read books to add some fun to our lives, and I don't want this book to make you feel bad, so I hope everyone can be happy because of it.

Finally, I would like to thank all my friends who have supported me all along. Thank you, but I won't name them.

But I will always remember your kindness.

Oh, and one more thing.

If you're reading on other platforms like VX Reading and find it enjoyable, please support me on QQ Reading! Your support is my greatest fortune, and your recommendation vote can make me smile for a long time.

Most importantly, I have no way of seeing your comments and opinions on other platforms. I want to know more questions so that I can write better. So, if you think it's okay, please support the original version. Thank you very much.

Today's update will be delivered later.

Love you guys!

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Get the perfect music system at the start

===Chapter 401 Merry Christmas Eve===

Xu Fan looked at the messages online, but ultimately chose to close them.

The number of attacks against him is gradually decreasing, which is definitely good news, at least for him right now.

Besides, the popularity and drastic changes to the two songs were somewhat unexpected, but for Xu Fan, as long as everyone can recognize the facts, some things can be selectively ignored.

This is not to say that Xu Fan was wrong and should apologize, but rather that Xu Fan himself did nothing wrong. It was just that some people took advantage of some of Xu Fan's weaknesses to launch a different kind of attack.

Xu Fan got up and washed up, and didn't go out for the rest of the day.

Just as Xu Fan finished preparing dinner that evening, a phone call came in.

Xu Fan looked at the number, a smile involuntarily appearing on his lips. He answered the phone and said, "Good evening!"

Xiao Pu's voice was still calm and pleasant. She said, "Brother Fan, do you have time tonight?"

Xu Fan said, "Yes."

Xiao Pu smiled happily and said, "Can I treat you to dinner tonight?"

Xu Fan was taken aback, then quickly shook his head. Although Xiao Pu across from him certainly couldn't see him shaking his head, he still said, "Last time you took my mother to the hospital, I promised to treat you to dinner. Tonight, it's my treat."

Xiao Pu said, "Okay, then I want to eat something delicious."

Xu Fan said with a smile, "You choose, it's on me."

Xu Fan could tell that Xiao Pu was very happy. Xiao Pu said, "Then let's go to the end of South Street. There's a really good private restaurant there."

Xu Fan agreed, saying, "No problem, see you later."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Fan looked at the dishes on the table, covered them with a plate, and called his mother to ask her to heat them up herself.

Xu Fan was somewhat helpless, but

When he arrived at South Street, more than half an hour had passed. He scanned the area at the end of the street but did not see any signs for private restaurants.

Just as he was about to make a call to ask, Xiao Pu suddenly called out from behind him, "Brother Fan."

Xu Fan turned around and saw Xiao Pu wearing a not-so-thick down jacket and a scarf around her neck, smiling at him.

Xu Fan looked at Xiao Pu and asked, "Are you cold?"

Xiao Pu chuckled softly and said, "I'm fine. I was just about to ask you, aren't you cold, wearing so many layers?"

Xu Fan shook his head and said, "It's alright."

Xiao Pu walked up to Xu Fan, her hands behind her back. Xu Fan asked, "What are you holding in your hand?"

Xiao Pu nodded obediently, turned her hand around from behind her back, and said, "This is for you."

Xu Fan stared blankly at the apple in Xiao Pu's hand for a moment and said, "Eating an apple in the dead of winter!"

Xiao Pu rolled her eyes and said, "Oh dear, it's Christmas Eve."

Xu Fan then realized that today was already the 24th.

A year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the smile on Xiao Pu's face, Xu Fan held the slightly cool apple in his hand and said, "Thank you."

Xu Fan felt a little regretful because he had really forgotten that today was such a special day, and he hadn't prepared any gifts.

Xiao Pu didn't mind. She simply said, "Let's go eat."

Xu Fan nodded, and the two turned the corner and walked into a small alley. Xiao Pu added, "The food at this private restaurant is really delicious, although I've only been here once."

Xu Fan said regretfully, "Then we must try it today. I've never had home-cooked meals before."

Xu Fan had never eaten there before. In the past, due to limited living conditions, even when he ate out, he would just find any restaurant and rarely went to any private kitchens.

Xiao Pu said, "I was brought here by a client. Let's go."

Xiao Pu works as a real estate agent, and she deals with all sorts of people, including homeowners and buyers.

She needs to master the trivialities of life and the skills at the negotiating table.

Excellent real estate agents will actually gain recognition from some people, and it's quite normal for them to be treated to meals.

Xiao Pu ordered a set meal for two, and according to the owner, it was the last one for the day.

The two were destined to meet; if they had stayed any later, there would have been no food left.

Most dishes in private kitchens are set menus, and they are limited in quantity. For example, if there are a certain number of tables available each day, then only that number of tables will be served.

In fact, many private kitchen restaurants require reservations.

Fortunately, Xu Fan and Xiao Pu managed to get a table at the last table.

Xu Fan held the apple in his hand. Although it was a little cool, he was inexplicably happy.

Xiao Pu looked at Xu Fan and said, "You don't need to worry about what happened these past two days. People who like you will always like you, and people who don't like you won't like you no matter how much you explain."

Xu Fan thought Xiao Pu made sense, nodded and said, "I understand."

Xiao Pu then said, "I don't know how to do the horse-riding dance from 'Gangnam Style,' can you teach me?"

Xu Fan nodded and said, "Okay, after we finish eating, I'll ask you to dance."

Xiao Pu nodded happily, and the two chatted casually, from Xu Fan's life to Xiao Pu's work, from a certain song to Xu Fan's new movie, from China to the gossip country. The two really had nothing to talk about.

This is something that even Xu Fan finds very strange.

She and Xia Ziling had a good relationship, but she couldn't chat as freely and openly as he and Xiao Pu.

Actually, Xiao Pu was a bit reserved, but once the conversation started, she became happy and relaxed.

The meal consisted of four dishes and a soup, along with a dessert and fruit. The food was served quickly, and the two of them enjoyed their meal. The food was indeed delicious, and Xu Fan couldn't help but praise it a few times.