On winter nights in Jiangnan, the temperature is almost the same between indoor and outdoor temperatures. For me, who lives in a coastal city all year round, this winter is a bit long. I typed down the three words of the whole text, and finally came to this link. I've always been impatient to ramble on after I've finished writing, and I've written a few times in the past, and most of the content is tied to it. This time is different, maybe because of the wind flowing outside the window, I would love to talk to you.

This one, although it is not very popular, I am particularly conceited that among all of them, this is a film that can be ranked in the top three. Among all the male protagonists of my works, I love Miaoyin Boy the most (yes, it is also the male protagonist in a street fight) followed by Charanwen.

I may be old, and I prefer this type of male protagonist. Although, in my past work, I rarely portray this genre.

When Xu Weilan chased to the United States, the two of them said goodnight at the door of the hotel room. A door, separated by two lost hearts. In that chapter, I was very surprised to find that so many 10,000-year-old diving parties were bubbling.

It turns out that you have always been there, thank you!

I'll talk about the prototype character of this one, as early as a few years ago, I wrote another one, called "Single Woman in a Double Bed" also known as "Zhao Wanwan's Remarriage". This article and that text are similar in terms of personality.

This shows that I can't let go of that story, so I'll rewrite this one.

The archetypal character in is a friend of mine. It's a shame to me that in real life, they didn't come together. My friend now owns a café in a hot spring resort, and I often go there when I have free time.

I watched her and him go from acquaintance to love and finally break up. Now, in the circle of friends, they still like each other, but only like.

After she broke up with him, she traveled all over the world. She believes in Buddhism and has a deep understanding of Buddhism. She has good calligraphy, and her beautiful handwriting makes me bow down.

He's busy, and his career is getting bigger.

She later fell in love with other men, and after many years, she did not marry.

But he got married, and had a daughter, a very beautiful little girl. His wife is a very smart woman.

This is the pair of lovers that I regret the most in real life.

This story also condenses the story of another friend of mine.

That's a woman who is particularly strong, hardworking, and atmospheric. I came to Shenzhen when I was very young, and started as a counter girl in Huaqiangbei. Step by step, now we have our own company, and the company has more than 30 stores.

She and her him are almost childhood sweethearts, and the two have no guesses. But the bloody thing is that the two parents have a deep feud.

The two were not in love from the beginning, but he slowly fell in love after enlisting in the army. For seven or eight years, they held on to their love under the pressure of their parents and friends.

After he was discharged from the army, he went to place B and started his own business, and his business in place B was also thriving around the time my friend registered his own company.

In 2011, he transferred his company in B to his comrades. dragged a suitcase and came to Shenzhen alone, just for her.

In the city of Shenzhen, he accompanied her and started her career from scratch.

His move really shocked my friends and her at the time. Not all men have the courage to put down a solid career and go from city to city, just for a woman, just for a persistent love.

Once, we had dinner with friends. I sighed: What more could a husband ask for in life than to have this man.

Her experience was also very bumpy, and what she said to me and her other female friends the most was that women must be self-reliant, must be financially independent, and must not depend on men to survive.

To this day, he accompanies her to Japan, to the United States, to Dubai, to New Malaysia, to where she wants to go, and they have their own lovely children.

It's a pity that their love has never been recognized by both parents, and they have never held a grand wedding. Some time ago, I joked with her: If you hold a wedding, I will go over the mountains and mountains, trek through mountains and rivers, and overcome all difficulties, and I will definitely go in person.

It's the best love I've ever seen among my acquaintances.

Many years ago, I watched Zhiyun's dinner. In Li Jiaxin's issue, Zhiyun asked a question to the effect that what do you think is the biggest secret to keeping a man's heart?

Putting aside Li Jiaxin's various rumors, I personally feel that this answer is worth pondering for many women.

Over the years, I have been on the path of writing. No matter what kind of story I tell, I can't help but insist on it, hoping that readers can not only feel the love between men and women through my story, but also gain some insights beyond the love between men and women. For example, about human nature, for example, about tolerance, for example, about self-improvement and independence...... In my opinion, that's the most rewarding thing.

I'm not a clever author, even though I know that the reality is so heavy, I still stubbornly peel off the ugliness and bitterness for everyone to see. Most of my works, such as "Heaven is Too Far Away, the World is Too Dangerous", such as "Messy Years Hurt Marriage", "You Owe Me a Grand Wedding" and even earlier works, are very heavy, and almost all of them end in tragedy.

I apologize to my long-time readers, and I ask for your understanding.

I've heard it many times, and readers and friends praise me for being down-to-earth (I'm thick-skinned, so I just boast about it).

I think the main reason is that because I am just an ordinary person, I understand the feelings of ordinary people, and I can only write about the love and hatred that ordinary people can feel.

I'm a very stubborn person, and you can feel that in my work. When it comes to writing, I am almost reluctant to be influenced by the outside world, and I insist on expressing the story as I wish. I almost always ignore readers' requests and suggestions if they go against my architecture. When the story deviates from the original meaning I want to express, I prefer to keep regrets.

This is my flaw as a writer, and I can't listen to your opinions and suggestions very well.

The characters in my works, such as Wen Lan in heaven, many people don't understand why Wen Lan pushed Li Zongkai at the end. In my opinion, that push has nothing to do with love. Wen Lan is a very rational and calm character, but in just a few seconds, she quickly made a choice. In her opinion, if Li Zongkai survives, his life is worth more than her.

Another example is Mo Yuqing and Lu Ming'an in the wedding article. At the end of the day, they all have their own place. I am not a tragedy for the sake of tragedy, but it seems to me that the structure of the whole book, including the experiences and circumstances of the two people, determines such an ending.

Ye Lingsu in the current book, her suicide is inevitable in my opinion. She has never been loved by her parents since she was a child, only the care of her grandmother, and she is still suppressed by her grandfather. As an adult, she experienced two failed in love, her grandmother was killed by her own mother and had a stroke, and her father showed a paternity test to tell her that she was not born to him, and her heart was bound to go into a desperate situation.

From a psychological point of view, the shadow of childhood is lifelong for a person. As she herself said, no matter if she was ten or thirty years old, no matter what she had, there was no way for the heart to be whole.

Fortunately, I am quite responsible in writing. After giving birth to a baby, although there was some procrastination, I still tried my best to ensure the update. I rarely talk to you about the hard work of writing and the things I encounter in my daily life.

Because in my opinion, I choose to write, and it's no different from any other job. Readers spend money, and what they see is not listening to me talk about their own difficulties. I've worked in management and was particularly disgusted by people bringing emotions to work.

Writing itself is a very lonely and lonely thing, and I try my best not to bring negative emotions other than words to you, and I think this is a work ethic.

(As an insert from daily life, one day, my mother-in-law and I were chatting in the sun on the balcony.) And then she suddenly asked me, xx, do you want to use your brains when you write.

I was stunned for a moment, then laughed. I said, no, no, I just put my hand on the keyboard and it will run out automatically. My mother-in-law took it seriously, and sighed with my sister-in-law that it was amazing. ）

Then, let me talk about some of my own experiences.

I was born in the countryside, grew up in the countryside, and later lived in the city. The great-grandparents were landlords, and the great-family had thousands of hectares of fertile land, which declined to a complete state before liberation. The family has experienced special periods such as the Cultural Revolution and the Great Leap Forward.

Because my ancestors had a thin family, my grandfather and his brothers were both literate and literate. When my grandfather was young, he joined the army, but unfortunately he stood on the wrong team. After several lives and deaths on the battlefield, he picked up his life from the rain of bullets. It was only in middle age that I returned to my hometown, and then my father.

Because of my grandfather's influence, my father received a new education. In the early years of the countryside, my father should be called a man of culture.

My grandfather had a profound influence on me, and he knew a lot of allusions. He also knew astronomy and geography, and the last thing he did before he died was to choose a cemetery for himself.

My father was a very serious man, very knowledgeable and very righteous. I was especially afraid of him, because I was afraid of him, and I never dared to delay in studying.

Sadly, these two people who were close to me in my life passed away one after another when I was very young.

My grandmother and mother were both a generation that was deeply persecuted by feudal etiquette, and they almost condensed an era. My grandmother was kind, timid, afraid of things, and favored me. He has been dead for many years.

And then my mother, my mother, was very strong, very strong, and very self-reliant. She can't read big words, but she dares to go south and north alone. My brother and sister and I lived in the city as adults, and when she came to our respective cities, she would never let us pick us up once, even if it was three times.

As a post-80s generation, I was like many rural children of the same age at that time. Growing up in poverty, he went out of school for the first time away from home.

My upbringing and later wanderings have given me a deep understanding of the struggles of characters at different levels. These are enough to qualify me to say that I know more than most people about: the fragility of life, the vagaries of human nature, good and evil, pain and pain. It also made me realize the power of perseverance, the value of being strong and the importance of mentality.

When I was a teenager, my relatives spent half a year in the hospital. Most of my lives are confronted with death up close, watching life go from being to nothing, and a person going from being alive to leaving.

I still remember vividly those whose lives were dying, the fear and despair in their eyes and their desperate desire to live. In the face of life and death, there is no big thing.

So, in my work, I insist on wishful thinking. The spirit is higher than the material, and the prosperity is superficial. Man, from dust, to dust.

When I write these similar chicken soups for the soul, I don't moan for the sake of scraping up a few words. It's because I've experienced and seen too many lives and deaths. So much so, when I was young, I felt old. Thankfully, to this day, I have been able to understand the pain deeply and live with it at peace. I learned to love this cruel world and to face life with gratitude.

From what I've learned so far, it doesn't matter what kind of difficulties you're facing right now. I would like to say that you have to remember that all difficulties will be a thing of the past. As long as you believe, as long as you will, you can change.

I am a person with very serious character defects, when I was young, I didn't believe in people, I was moody, I had recurrent emotions, I was insecure, I was very excited and impulsive, I did things recklessly, and I was not particularly thoughtful about others. To this day, these shortcomings have not completely disappeared from me. It's just that, after the tempering of time, I have covered a layer of self on top of the layer of true self.

I'm afraid that it will be too lively, and the more people there are, the more I will be at a loss, and I will not even be able to finish my words. Only with people who know each other well can you communicate freely. I am very sensitive, and I can feel different emotional reactions to different people more quickly than the average person. Maybe I ran around too much in my early years, and I don't like to run around much now, and most of the time, I live in seclusion.

These are polar opposites from the characters I create when I write.

The characters in me, the rationality, calmness, calmness, and calmness of the heroines, come from my surface and self. I hope that one day, my surface layer will completely overwhelm the real self layer.

I've loved reading since I was a child, and I've been reading ever since. I have a large bookcase in my house, and the TV is almost always on. Books must be read, reading may not solve the problem, but reading can make people learn to look at problems from a different perspective, learn to understand pain, and learn to get along with themselves. Therefore, even if I am an Internet writer myself, I still have to be very bold to say to you, the Internet, fragmented network information, should read less. If you see too much, you will be impetuous.

My dearest sisters, I want to tell you to be a good person. No matter in any realm of life, you must step on the ground.

Only in this way, one day, when we are old, we will not become indifferent and numb. In the face of the past, we can maintain a heart that knows hot and cold, and we can be willing to believe that this world is ugly and beautiful. There are disappointments, but there are also hopes. Lose some, get others.

Only in this way can you really walk calmly in the face of death in the end!

I'm especially grateful to have friends. Over the years, every time I encountered a bottleneck in writing, the bitterness and happiness in life, Jiusi has been with me. She's the most talkative person I've ever said besides my lover. I jokingly told her that if I were a man, if I were unmarried, I would make a lot of money and marry her home.

Of course, it is unknown whether two people with character flaws can live well together.

On the road of writing, we all stubbornly adhere to our hearts, especially fake and high-level literati, and are unwilling to follow the trend. It is also because of this that we choose to stick to our hearts for the ups and downs of popularity.

When I was writing the most difficult, she said to me: Mercy, you can write yourself happily. The rest, we can't grasp.

I hope that one day, she will have thousands of readers and her books will be found in every bookstore in the world. Of course, I'd love to see our books side by side.

I hope that one day, the man who loves her very much will marry her. I can take care of her. Most importantly, to be able to read her. I hope she can be happy!

We've also discussed that we'll never be just a web writer. I think even if we don't have a name forever, so what? We all love to tell stories, and we have readers who have been with us for years and will be with us for many years. That's good, too!

Some things are providential. Don't force it.

In particular, my editor, Momoyuki, has a good understanding of me.

This is me, an unknown online writer. If you want, you can continue to wait for my next work. Or, let's leave it at that. I can do both.

My Sina Weibo: Jade Face Xiaoqilang Group Number: 331552768

On Weibo, I will write some updates, including when the next book will be opened. The group number was announced because there were some of my early years in the group sharing, txt upload, all free.

If you want to see it, you can add a group to download, and then you can exit at any time. Because I hardly chat, it's hard to see me in the group.

Thanks to my family's logistics regiment, otherwise, it would be difficult for me to guarantee my daily updates.

Finally, I quote a few lines of singing in the Yue Opera version of Dream of Red Mansions: A farewell, thousands of tastes come to my heart. This time, when will Haijiang find a return boat!

Good bye!

(This testimonial was written in the context of my extreme emotion.) I don't promise that I'll keep it forever, and most likely, when I wake up tomorrow, I'll feel like I've talked too much nonsense, and then delete it. ）