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This month’s notice … Was probably the easiest to write so far.
As you can see, due to the fact that I obtained (drank) a lot of (fun) materials (entertainment) last month, the update progress is a little delayed.
Therefore, the content that he was going to write this month had already been announced last month.
So … What should I say next …
Anyway, let’s talk about the news that the public would like to hear first, and that is, I plan to be fully active in September and October.
!!Of course, as the saying goes, plans can never keep up with changes. Even I don’t know if I can achieve full attendance … This kind of unpredictable update must be very pleasant, hehehe …
Next, I’m going to talk about a rather unpleasant topic. At the very least, I personally don’t have much interest in this … And that is the monthly votes.
You all know me, and I only talk about this a limited number of times in a year.
However, this poor Daoist has recently observed the stars at night, calculated with his fingers, and combined with the pattern of previous years to make a deduction … I feel that at the end of this month, the starting point may have double the monthly votes.
It’s a rare opportunity. I hope that the students who have monthly tickets will hold on for me this month and hand them over to me at the end of the month when the double opening happens.
Once you’ve completed this mission, hehehe … You won’t get any benefits.
Did he suddenly have the motivation?
Alright, I’ll finally talk to you about my personal life …
All of you who have been following my social media account should know that we’ve been planning our wedding.
I don’t know why, but many people seem to think that I’m from a well-off family, even a rich second generation.
Here, I can tell you without a joke that I’m a poor three-generation. Perhaps my family could indeed be called a big family before the liberation, but after the proletariat turned over and became the master, it was no longer so.
As far as I know, after liberation, my great-grandfather gloriously joined the proletariat camp. All of his family’s properties were confiscated, and his gold and silver were scattered; His second aunt had been too deeply poisoned by the old society’s thinking. She was afraid that she would also be confiscated, so she hung herself. For the next 30 years or so, he had been sweeping the streets for the people without a single cent of salary. He even bought his own brooms and dustpans. From time to time, he had to hand in a self-reflection letter. No one knew what he was reflecting on. Perhaps the government at that time wanted him to understand what it meant to be “a scholar can be killed or humiliated.”
So … My friends who think that I’m rich and have no lack of money, you’re overthinking it. It didn’t mean that he didn’t have to worry about food and clothing just because he wrote slowly and asked for fewer votes.
Although I’ve always had the lofty and moral character of a so-called “scholar” in my heart, I still have to compromise with reality many times.
For example, right now, regardless of whether I can get full attendance or not, I have to write as much as I can for the wedding.
At some point, compromise was a form of responsibility.
A man could never graduate from secondary two, but a man had to compromise for the people around him who were worth cherishing.
I originally wanted to end the text with this sentence that I didn’t understand, but after thinking about it, perhaps it would be more effective to add the word “love begitta” here?
Forget it, I’ll just go and write the main body. (To be continued.)