It took a lot of effort to write this novel, and during some difficult days, I didn't dare to turn off the lights and go to bed, as if these people suddenly came to my room, reached out and patted me on the shoulder, and said, "Hey, boy, why are you writing about me like that?" ”

Therefore, I sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, and I lose my mind about whether to continue writing this novel, whether it is to win a momentary pleasure, or I still have something to say, and my heart is always as heavy as a stone. So I'm struggling all the time, what's the point of me writing them out?

Now that it has been written, it has been uploaded to the Internet in black and white, and many people have seen it and can no longer delete it. I said, I'm sorry, I can only write you like this, otherwise I am deceiving others and deceiving myself.

I don't deny that I was able to finish this first record in the end, with the instigation and urging of book friends, and some inexplicable vanity, but I have always had the desire to write for many years, but this time I was inspired to be enthusiastic, and I actually completed more than 100,000 words in one go.

As the saying goes, heart disease still needs heart medicine, and the bell needs to be tied to the bell.

I tampered with part of the plot to ask for an explanation for the dead, but in reality this statement is actually non-existent, and the ending is very incomplete, I fill in the gap here with my hypothesis, let the ending bring me some comfort, and imagine whether the ending of this event will be equally happy one day.

The deceased is gone, leaving for memorial.

In life, we can actually encounter all kinds of similar things, but everyone's attitude is often different, some people will walk indifferently, some people will watch the excitement, some people will use it as an after-dinner talk, and some people will scold the mother, I really want to know how many people will seriously think about the cause of the matter, not to mention how many people will think about how to solve this problem?

I often hear people around me say, "This is about me?" or similar subtext.

China has a population of 1.4 billion, and it is true that a certain social matter is not very relevant to the vast majority of people in 1.4 billion, but when this matter suddenly falls on someone's head, it is 100% of his business.

This principle may have been said countless times on the Internet, but the effect is still the same as if it had not been said.

Talking about it and doing it are completely different things.

Doing it and enlightenment are two different things.

I don't know how you feel after reading this first part: is it bizarre, exciting, angry, sad, helpless, or emotional? Or complaining that the author is writing blindly and making things up, I am willing to accept the latter. In fact, there are some things that do need to be experienced, and they can only be experienced after personal pain, and through another way of saying others, it is always not enough to taste, or even not very believable.

But there will always be some pioneers who do things without hesitation, even at the expense of themselves - I hope that for these people, we can have more respect and praise, more support and understanding, more help and encouragement, less criticism and sarcasm, less coldness and indifference, less numbness and strangeness. The spiritual power created our country, so can we also use the spiritual power to build our country, repair the loopholes and defects in all aspects, and finally make ourselves able to become truly qualified citizens of this country?

Come to think of it, it's just speculation.

It's okay, it's a novel, but it's for your own fun, and at most for everyone's fun......

Finally, send a poem to encourage each other:

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"Water Exquisite"

The clear spring is surging, converging into a stream, whispering, meandering, trampling stones, and grinding at the corners. Suddenly, the spring thunder sounded, and it was comparable to the river.

The flow is rapid and dramatic, the green mountains are getting farther away, and the high river is difficult to return. At the end of the day, the deep pool and the flat lake, the vast clouds and smoke cover, do not revive the waves.

Koi tossing and prawns playing, and the eight kings are in the pot. In a trance, it disappeared with the wind for no reason, and the past, the prosperity in the dream.

Hate the sea, rise and fall, in an instant, annihilation. The sky is full of stormy waves, all of which are discolored. A little mist, drunk and awake, raise your eyes, the world is big, magnificent and blue.

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There are some evil people in society, and there are also some corrupt officials and corrupt officials, but most of them are still good people, willing to abide by the law and live and work in peace and contentment; however, there are always such and such reasons, so that good people have no choice but to do some bad things, and the mission of our fantasy Beiting detectives is to try their best to help them not to do such bad things, and they can live a good life.

It's just another conjecture!

Just now I met a few colleagues and told me that they had just worshiped me there during the Qingming Festival, because I went into the mountains. Thank you very, very much, my heart is much more comfortable, and if you think about it, how can so many things coincide so much?

If you can, let's follow your inner voice and do more small things, maybe it will be useful.

Well, so be it –

After writing the first part of this book, my only thought was to get a good night's sleep, do nothing, think about nothing, and then it would be worth it to have a good dream.

Author: Captain Bu Yiting

Wednesday, May 10, 2017