Sigh for life.

Last night, the sentence "My wood is gone" made many people cry. Tang Sanshao is an excellent writer and a successful husband, but at this time, he is just a lonely and helpless sad child.

I've been reading the novels of the third brother all the time, and maybe I was also influenced by the third brother, and I even had the idea of writing a novel one day, and once this idea was generated, I couldn't let it go anymore. Now, I'm finally writing, and although this work is still in its infancy, it's still on the right track. Yesterday my novel finally reached 150,000 words, and the little joy that a small goal had just been accomplished dissipated in those short six words. I felt a tingling in my heart and a feeling that I couldn't breathe. How many unforgettable loves have the third brother written in his works, Tang San and Xiao Wu, Ji Dong and Blaze, Tang Hao and Ah Yin, Huo Yuhao and Tang Wutong, Tang Wulin and Gu Yue, most of the literary works come from life, if it weren't for the third brother himself who has infinite love for his lover, how could he write these loves!

For your sake, I want to love the whole world. But now, you're gone.

Huo Yuhao said, "Missing is a very mysterious thing, and thinking is like a spring." The third brother must be very afraid of separation, in many of the third brother's works, the protagonist will always be forced to leave the heroine for a period of time, when he thought that the flame had died overnight, Ji Dong, who was sacrificed by Ah Yin to survive, and in the end, the third brother will always write everything in a very beautiful way, he doesn't want such a terrible separation, because he is afraid of Muzi leaving him with extreme fear countless times. He wants everything to be good and loves the whole world.

Muzi is gone, and the most terrible thing is this.

Third brother, it's hard for me to say anything, at this time I am ashamed of the simplicity of my writing.

Please be strong!

Countless readers who love your work, including the insignificant me, have prayed for you in their hearts, wishing you all the best, just as we did before wishing everything to Muzi.

Paradise, Borges said, is what a library looks like. Third brother, in that library, your works are displayed in it, Muzi will always lean on that delicate little window, pick up the story you wrote to her, the gentle wind blows across her cheeks, the warm sun covers her body, she smiles, and prays for you.

Wandering Heavenly Words

2018.09.12