前一阵子读书市面上热销的小说太多 ,有点要吐的样子。有一天憋在家里 ,半是恼火半是感慨地想 ,难道现在的小说想要卖好了就非得那么容易而频繁地上床 ,要不就一个劲儿酒吧网络毒品地瞎招呼？赶明儿再把我气急了 ,也给你们写一本儿 :没毒品 ,也没床 ,主角连人都不是 ,是截儿木 A while ago reading books on the market selling too much, a bit to vomit look. One day hold back at home, half angry half is emotionally thinking, do not want to sell the novel now so easy and often have to go to bed, or to keep up the Internet drug blind? Catch Meier and then I was in anger, but also to write a book for you: no drugs, no bed, the protagonist is not even people, is cut wood