Song of Chang Le – Chapter 53

Wishing Everyone A Happy New Year And All The Best! And A Leave Notice For The Spring Festival Period

Chapter 53: Wishing Everyone A Happy New Year And All The Best! And A Leave Notice For The Spring Festival Period

New Year’s Eve, the fireworks outside have already started. Dizzy, why do they have to set them off so early every year? It makes my heart race, how can I still focus on work?

I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I can’t write anymore. Sigh, I originally planned to keep working until dark, one more chapter is one more. But with moving house, my wife in late pregnancy, business trips, and so on, I haven’t saved up many drafts anyway.

I originally planned to update as usual during New Year, because my wife will give birth in the first lunar month, and it’s the new book period, how can I keep requesting leave?

But during New Year, I really really must stop for a few days. Being physically and mentally exhausted is secondary; the key is my little son at home is so pitiful. Every day he lies by the window waiting for me to get off work, but I come home very very late every day. Yesterday I promised to be home at seven, but once I got busy, I was late again. At seven-thirty he called me directly, with a crying voice saying, Dad, you don’t keep your word…

Lately he’s been nagging me, saying he’s really looking forward to New Year, because I can take him out to play…

So I earnestly ask everyone to give me a few days to properly accompany my son.

Before New Year, I rushed out a few extra chapters. From New Year’s Eve to the fourth day, just one update per day, okay?

Uh uh uh, how did I get carried away with whining like a resentful wife about requesting leave and forget the main thing!!! Happy New Year to everyone! May everything go as you wish in the new year, may your wishes come true, may wealth flow in, and may you be full of vigor!

Song of Chang Le

Song of Chang Le

长乐歌
Score 9
Status: Ongoing Author: Released: 2016 Native Language: Chinese
A hundred years of history are filled with sorrow, especially remembering the Marquis of Chang Le from those years. The hall was filled with flowers, intoxicating three thousand guests; a single sword's frost chilled fifty states! Does Heaven know the illness of the Mortal World? The green mountains laugh at me as clouds beckon. In front of flowers, I carefully sniff the fragrance of beauties; under the moon, I lightly take the heads of my enemies! Success and failure, gratitude and vengeance, a heart-wrenching wine, transformed into a Song of Chang Le. Please lend me your ear and listen, and we shall get drunk together a thousand years from now!

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