To get straight to the point, "Swallowing the Sea" is probably the most unsatisfactory of the three books I have written.

I have reflected on myself more than once and why.

Of course, there are some objective reasons.

From the release of the book in February '19 to the present in September '20, more than a year and a half, from the beginning of the ambition to the final difficult ending, this feeling is probably an experience I have never had since I started writing.

In December 18, my daughter was born, and my role change from a boy (?) to a father was actually not an easy thing, the child's crying, every illness, and family trivialities once made me a little broken, and I even wondered more than once that I was ready to be a father. During this time, I also had a serious illness, and all these things affected me to a greater or lesser extent.

Of course, these are all external factors, and what really causes this situation is my own change in mentality. If you repeat them one by one, it will probably become a middle-aged man's confused bitterness in the face of reality, and no one wants to read it, and I don't want to write it.

I knew myself well from the beginning to the end, I was just a writer.

But salted fish also have dreams, at least I hope that each book is sprinkled with millions of words, which can give readers and give themselves something, something similar to moving or touching.

"Book Sword Chang'an" and "Zangfeng" are both in any case, more or less I think there are these things. But "Swallowing the Sea" I'm not sure.

I feel ashamed of the readers, and also ashamed of the Wei Lai who was created by my own hands, I had a lot of expectations for him before I started writing, but after I put it down, I rarely put it into practice.

Around the time of the million-word book, my editor and some of my readers advised me to finish hastily and start over, and of course my editors helped me reflect on the problem and encouraged me in the process, for which I am really grateful. But I've always had some immature thoughts, and I always feel that a story should have its end no matter what, a serious ending.

So I stumbled and wrote until now, and finally drew a not-so-satisfactory end to "Swallowing the Sea" today, but I did my best.

I would like to say thank you to those who are willing to follow "Swallowing the Sea" to the end, and I also want to say sorry to those who left halfway.

But sensationalism is really not my talent, that's all I say, I don't make more than a statement, but the paper is short and long, I hope you can feel it.

About 70,000 or 80,000 words have been written in the new book, and the content and framework still need some polishing, so it should be a different story from the previous ones, and it is estimated that it will be seen in two weeks (if it doesn't come as promised, it may be that the title of the book is stuck again...... ）

People say that eating a trench grows a wisdom, a new story, I think I will learn the lessons that "Swallowing the Sea" gave me, adjust my mentality, and write that story wholeheartedly, no longer live up to everyone's expectations, and of course live up to myself.

Speaking of which, I simply set a small goal for myself first, and keep changing it for three months, otherwise the book friend group will have a thousand red envelopes.

That's it for the book.

I hope to see you again.

If this wish is fulfilled, it will live up to you.