The first part is finished.

Not much, only ninety-four chapters.

But the hard work spent is inexhaustible for a while.

Since I was a child, I wanted to write a novel, when the sky was blue and the clouds were white.

I always look up at the sky, wondering if these changeable clouds are hiding immortals.

Look at their posture, like fierce beasts, like immortals, like whispers, like fighting......

It's just that the oppression of study, the oppression of work, and the oppression of many lives, the hidden dream of fiction has never had the courage to write.

Once you start, you need to finish it with your heart, because you are afraid that you will not be able to force yourself to achieve it in a limited time!

In 2020, I set myself a task to read one book a week, not skimming, but intensive reading.

Coincidentally, the epidemic was raging, and during the months of confinement at home, it was rare to have leisure to read books.

In addition to reading, I have time and want to try to write.

I was torn and entangled in my heart, and finally mustered up the courage on June 30, registered Zongheng, and uploaded the first chapter!

Since I uploaded the first chapter, I have set myself two goals - the whole book is constantly updated, and the whole book is not too tight.

I think it's a respect for my dreams, a respect for the reader, and a respect for this novel.

As soon as I entered the rivers and lakes, the years urged.

Before I wrote it, I hadn't thought about the whole outline properly, and I didn't know I needed it until I signed a contract!

So, the whole outline was drafted.

Then, while writing, I began to refine the direction of the whole plot, the characters and the relationships.

I have been working with words for decades, and I have been writing various projects for 20 years, and I have written a lot of unpublished ultra-short novels and essays.

I admit that the first time I mastered a long story, especially a long story written in a non-traditional way, I have been in the stage of exploration and self-learning.

Therefore, the plot is slower, the character explanation and details will be too redundant, and the handling of some plot development and character development will also be abrupt, which are also some of the problems that readers have mentioned to me.

Some readers have mentioned that there are a lot of rare words in the book, and even the title of the first chapter of the book hinders reading, and in addition, the writing is a bit difficult to read, and I am deeply sorry.

It also made me understand that although a novel is written about the ideas and feelings in my heart, it is also written for every reader, so it cannot only be based on my own values and cognition.

I will try my best to adjust it to be more concise and smooth without affecting the quality of the work.

It's been more than two months in the blink of an eye, and in the process of writing, I always think of those real childhood stories in Jiangnan, making kites, flying kites, stealing peaches and melons, and going down to the river to net fish......

As far as the eye can see, there are golden rape flowers, dotted with dozens of houses with white or blue brick walls, trees and rivers around the houses.

Above the golden rape blossoms are the golden sun and its hot dancing air, accompanied by buzzing bees and silent butterflies.

Have you ever tried wandering among the bamboos?

When climbing to a certain height, the bamboo bends because it can't bear the weight, and because of the toughness, it bends to a certain extent, and you can take advantage of the opportunity to climb another bamboo.

If there are two adjacent bamboos that are large and tall enough, you can wrap your hands and feet around the two bamboos and hide between the bamboo leaves, and the people below will not be able to find out where you are hiding without looking up.

The water bridges in the south are always accompanied by horror stories of overboarders.

And I always felt that it was more like an animal, with spider-like legs, and a cockroach's long body, like the head and mouth of a beetle, crawling in the water rather than swimming.

And so on, this is the world of home, when you go out, you can see other worlds, and when you walk in, the whole world is an independent existence.

On a summer night, after a day of baking, everything is a source of heat.

Cool down, this seems to be a memory of childhood, it is a beautiful painting, hanging in the depths of memory, now can no longer be seen, everyone is hiding in the air-conditioned room, content with their own small world.

Those children's voices laughing in their memories seem to be dreaming, as if they are stunned, flashing in front of their eyes, and those who only have the presumptuous carefree of childhood are drowned out by the worries of adulthood.

Sometimes it is better to be naïve and simple, but even if it is naïve and simple, the past years are gone, only memories do not die, occasionally mentioned, and the truth is told in dreams.

People walk by, full of depth and no depth of water.

Birds fly by, and there are far and near and there is no distance.

I am a voice allergic.

A lot of the time, I wonder if there's something parasitic in my head, it's controlling my allergies to sound, and it's eating me away until the end comes.

Death is a heavy topic, but also a grand topic, it seems distant, occasionally it feels very close, it is difficult to understand death in life, to understand death, to understand death, sometimes, not ready, you can no longer wake up and prepare to approach death.

Death never gives people a chance or time to prepare, which is more acceptable to you suddenly or slowly? It seems that more people choose to be sudden, because according to the survey, 95% of respondents do not want to know the date of their death, even if it is assumed to know in advance.

The ostrich mentality is not ridiculous, but it is real in the hearts of most people, the difference is that in the face of something, some people will be ridiculed for what most people don't care about, maybe it's not necessarily your fault.

Life is a practice, practicing this life and cultivating the next life, and cultivating this life and the next life.

This life is one day, death is like one night, wake up in the next life, you are a human being, the six realms, a Buddha or a demon, or just nothingness, there is no next life, there is a past life, there is this life, and there is no tomorrow!

How do you cultivate this life, how do you see this life?

I'm just writing a novel, and I don't have that much to talk about, and although it seems to talk about a lot of life topics, it's only for my imagination, but who's to say it's not true?

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The second part is about to start, for the second part, the plot concept is not yet perfect, I will continue to update while conceiving, and I will also ensure the amount of updates every day, looking forward to the love and support of every reader.

I also hope that everyone will help me forward more.

Thank you very much!

In addition, the second chapter of today's part will be updated at 6:30 p.m. on time.

Xiaoxiao Yuqi

Beijing, September 12, 2020