Still Talking About Something Unrelated Today

Actually, I initially thought the same as everyone else: a broken leg wouldn't affect my hand. After this injury, wouldn't I be able to write 20,000 words a day and crush the Eagle Country?

But I was wrong. The main problem was that my leg was still swollen and painful.

The most painful thing is lying in bed unable to move. I can't fall asleep unless I lie on my side, but now I have to lie on my back without moving at all.

These past few days, I've been sleeping for no more than four hours at a time before waking up, which is the main reason for my drowsy state.

During the six days I was bedridden, my wife had to help me catch the urine in a basin whenever I needed to use the toilet, as she was pregnant and I had to fume into her stomach every time.

She should have been enjoying ten months of pregnancy and special privileges, but instead she had to take care of me for three months. What a pitiful woman...

She's still cutting fruit for me without any regrets...

Because I lay flat for a long time, she had to massage me to prevent blood clots and varicose veins.

I suggested paying a professional, but she just told me to give her the money.

I've already given her all the family savings, but this woman still doesn't forget to rip off my allowance...

Today, I had a doctor come to my house to change the brace on my leg, and then I continued to suffer in agony.

Let's talk about some fun things that happened when I first started writing.

When I first became a newcomer to online literature, I liked to go around looking for people to read my novels.

I joined a group back then, which is now one of the more well-known groups among authors: the Quiet Group...

The group chat wasn't quiet either.

Everyone came together and started bragging and cursing in the group chat.

At that time, there were a moderate number of people in the group. Everyone struggled at first, and if the first order reached a little over a thousand, they were overjoyed.

The group includes Old Demon Child, I Am Most White, Sell Papers, Twenty-Two Blades, Second Treasure, Erfa, Parting Song, Little Vast Heaven, Little South Pole, Cigarette, End of Month, Zhuo Muxian, Fish...

The joy of falling down together is a kind of bittersweet happiness.

One day I wrote "Your King Spare My Life!" and they started using memes like "We agreed to fall down together, but you..."

Back then, Old Demon Child made a grand vow: if no Great God Author emerges in the group next year, he will disband the group!

Then I signed Great God Author.

Later, Old Demon Child made a grand vow: if no Platinum Author Great God Author emerge from the group next year, he will disband the group!

Then I signed Platinum Author contract.

LOL.

This grand ambition seems to have been made for me.

However, everyone's lives gradually improved, except for the Old Demon Child who changed his identity seven times, and was still a dead eunuch.

There are many more interesting things.

For example, once when Quiet Group had a gathering in Luoyang, someone got drunk and insisted on pooping in my car.

For example, when Quiet Group had a gathering in Chengdu, I dragged Old Demon Child and the others to an internet cafe and played Dota for three days straight, keeping everyone completely exhausted...

For example, when it was time for the King Spare My Life ranking competition, all the authors posted chapters to garner votes for me. I, Erdao, foolishly went to a certain Great God Author to help me garner votes, and was even scolded mercilessly.

I laughed at her for being too impulsive, but I kept all of this in mind.

Time flies, it's been over five years already.

After one has attained enlightenment and become a god, it is easy for people to misunderstand what one says or does. So I left almost all the author groups, leaving only the Quiet Group and the Struggle Group.

In the Quiet Group, what I said was never screenshotted or misinterpreted.

Being misunderstood is the fate of those who express themselves; having a group of like-minded friends who understand and support you is a blessing.

After becoming a god, there are many social engagements and events to attend, but none of them are as interesting as sitting together with a few struggling authors and drinking a few bottles of beer.

Once my leg is healed and I've finished playing Dota, I'll need to figure out how to organize the next gathering. But they'll probably want me to promise not to drag them into Dota anymore...

The author's gatherings are actually quite interesting; they happen once a year, or even once every few years.

And they all still have to write words.

A few days ago in Haikou, on the last day, Sell Papers, Feitianyu, Laogui, and Zuibai wanted to drink. Sell Papers said they would get together one last time before leaving, since they wouldn't see each other again for another year. He sounded quite sentimental.

As a result, I canceled (just kidding), because I had to travel all day the next day and finish typing before dawn, otherwise I wouldn't have time.

Those were the first few days I started writing about the little girl, Jingūji Maki. I took it very seriously, because if I rushed through it, I definitely wouldn't be able to capture that interesting feeling. So I had to focus.

It's about putting yourself in that environment and imagining a little girl opening the window in the snow and calling out, "Onii-chan~"

I need to immerse myself in the text before I can write it down.

After I stood him up at the party, the Sell Papers kept cursing at me on WeChat, but I won't go into details here.

This is the authors' predicament—a bittersweet experience.

My legs are starting to hurt again, so I'll stop here for today.