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    "But after I cried, I swear to myself that one day you will look up to me. After that, I started to practice day after day. But I was still being cleared constantly.  I went from being sad at the beginning to slowly accepting it later, that journey is so difficult when I think about it now. Finally, one day, I arrived at a new venue, and there were no boos, but pattering applause  That kind of sense of accomplishment is different for me, it is so full of pride, and it is more exciting than any business I have negotiated now!" Madman Chen picked up the wine glass, raised his neck and sent it directly.  I went in, but my expression was full of excitement, and I was silently listening to his past by the side.

    This is the past that I never knew. When I saw him, he had already become the person that all the bars rushed to invite. At that time, he had a place in the whole city, and even had quite a few fans.  I never knew that he, who looked so glorious at that time, had such a past.

    "That time it was injected into my body like a shot in the arm. I thought my life would gradually get better in the future. I even imagined what my future life would look like. I even started to imagine my future self  Standing on the stage, I looked radiant. I thought that I could get my father¡¯s approval, but I didn¡¯t expect that when I went to that venue the next day, that venue would not let me sing.  Knowing why, I questioned him, and I was a little crazy." Crazy Chen took the wine glass bitterly and drank it again.

    At that time, no one knew how terrible such a blow was to him. At that time, he had already fallen to the bottom. If the boss hadn't appeared by his side at that time, he might have been an addict.  ?  That's right, at that time he was almost glued to such terrible things as drugs.  But at the last moment, he was stopped by the passing boss!

    The boss had seen him before, and had seen this young man who had been booed off the scene many times in bars, and the boss extended a helping hand to him who had never met him before.  The boss finally found out the reason why I was banned from the stage through various connections, because my father, my dearest father, actually asked a friend to keep me from being on the stage.  I went home that day and had a big fight with him, he smashed my violin, and I left my home angrily after that day.

    From that day on, I never saw him again until the day of his death. That stubborn old man didn't tell everyone until he died that he thought he was wrong, but the matter is over.  After I made a fuss that day, sure enough, my father stopped stopping me, and I successfully sang in that bar.  Things became smoother, and with the help of my boss, I gained a firm foothold in many places.

    You also know what happened later, when I was about to touch the edge of success, he used his death to completely return me to my original shape.  In fact, until that time, I hated him. Hating him can obviously help me become the person I want to be. Hating him is obviously my biggest help but it has become the biggest hindrance.  But I can't tell him anymore, I became what he wanted me to be, but I also lost my original appearance.

    Crazy Chen looked up at me and said sincerely: "I don't want you to be the next me, Nanxuan, believe me, don't be confused anymore, you are still young now, you have time, energy, and everything to become  The basis of your success. Reach out and do it, don¡¯t regret it when you can¡¯t do it like me! Nanxuan, do it, do it!¡±

    I was completely ignited by the roar of Madman Chen, and his words were like fuel, awakening the things that were suppressed in the deepest part of my heart.  I drank a lot of wine that day, I don't know how I got home, but then my mother told me that I cried out loud in my drunk dream that I wanted to write a book, I wanted to be the most  Awesome writer, I want to be a writer everyone knows.  I want my book to be something that everyone knows about.

    It is such a simple dream, a little cute, but also a little ignorant, I laughed, I laughed wantonly, I didn't know how uncomfortable the thing that was suppressed in my heart was.  I don't know, my mother cried into tears that day, she knew for the first time that I was so attached to this thing, my father stood beside my mother and comforted me softly.  There was a light shining in his eyes, and that light was called regret.

    I don't know all of this, I just know that when I woke up the next day, my father still had a dark face, but he put everything I needed on my desktop, with mother Xiuzhen's handwriting on it.

    Son, do what you want to do, don't care about other people's eyes, those are other people's things, only you are the most real!  My mother's words are constantly entwined in my heart.On the other hand, it made me feel that different feeling, and I felt as if something was getting closer to me.  I can already touch my favorite thing with my hand. After that day, I started a brand new dream. Although it is still far away, I found different happiness in it.  The smiley face on my face hung on the corner of my mouth unconsciously, and I watched more and more words pile up in front of me day after day, and then transformed into my original happiness.

    I can¡¯t describe the sense of accomplishment, but I¡¯m full of joy. Books are so important to me. Without knowing my feelings, I never thought that one day I would write my own affairs into a book, and I never  I never thought that one day I would really give up everything and devote myself to this thing.

    After laughing and cursing, all life is different. Now I write the last paragraph with a faint smile on my mouth. I am a little excited, a little touched, and full of differences.  I am still living a difficult life now, but there is nothing that makes me feel happier than being around the one I love and doing my happiest thing.

    Looking at a few idiots, looking at my things, and the surprise on my face, that is the happiest time for me.  Eating, drinking, having fun, the most real thing is what I feel the deepest. I don¡¯t know why I wrote these things. Maybe I just want my seven-year writing career to hand over the most perfect stage by stage.  Answer the paper.  Although I am still a newcomer until now, who will know what will happen in the future?  Let me share with you, and hope that this volume will also allow everyone who sees it to see their dreams.  Wish to return, still a boy!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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