I don't know with what kind of heavy heart I write these words, and I know what kind of mood I should have to face you, looking forward to the renewal of you.

Since the beginning of this year, I have been thinking about the "Reflections on the Completion of the Book" in my mind, because the book is not far from finishing, and there are only about two or three volumes left.

But I didn't expect the goodbye to come so abruptly.

Yes, as hard as I can say, after a week of struggle, I can only say goodbye to all the book friends who have always supported me: this book is broken, and I am ashamed of my love for you.

Writing this, I don't want to tell you what kind of suffering, what kind of pity to beg, and suffering is not a weapon to gain understanding, but I am not a person who leaves without saying a word, and before parting, I will tell you about my mental journey since the book was opened.

Writing this one was completely on a whim.,It was the end of the Hokage in July last year.,When my roommate talked to me about this topic.,I just didn't respond lightly.,Because I don't watch the Hokage after the Great Ninja War.,It's been about five years.。

During the summer vacation, when I had nothing to do at home and played games, I picked up the Hokage to look back and relive the feeling of that time - from the fourth grade of elementary school to the second year of high school, this manga accompanied me for nearly eight years, and that most innocent and immaculate time.

At that time, I was thinking about writing to practice my pen, and after reading the Hokage, I wondered why I didn't write a book of doujin, and so, this one was born.

I didn't prepare anything, so I just picked up the pen and did it, wrote 10,000 words and uploaded it directly, I didn't think about signing a contract, I didn't think about the results, I just wanted to write such a part, so that I could have an explanation of my youth.

The product of a whim, the work of practicing writing in my spare time, you can imagine how inadequate the preparation for this one is - in fact, I didn't write a hundred-word outline in a hurry until the editor asked for an outline when I signed the contract, and now I don't know where it went. The content is completely out of my original scope of writing.

Without a prepared book, you can imagine what the grades will be, so at first I was completely hopeless about the grades. But day by day, from no one cares, to readers reading, collecting and even voting, rewarding. Slowly, from one, two, three, the number of readers gradually increased, I no longer played stand-alone, and there were always encouraging posts from book friends in the book review area. Later, the editor sent me a short station, and the readers asked for more updates, which made me look forward to the results.

So, this also made me start to compare, and I began to often sit in front of the computer to pay attention to the comments of book friends, and even when I had nothing to do, I would flip through it to see how much my collection and recommendation had risen today. began to suffer from gains and losses, happy for every recommendation vote, excited for every reward, and sad for the collection that sometimes dropped, and at the same time, compared with the results of other books in the same period, but also gloomy for his own dismal results.

Every day is like ushering in a new beginning, just like that, through the anxious, restless, new and exciting new book period, after the first and only recommendation position, the half-dead results are fixed, which also makes the heat in my heart drop, and I start to mess around, and I start to update for the sake of updating, and every day is delayed until the last two or three hours of the evening to update.

The numbers are still growing steadily and slowly, but I can no longer find the same impulsive feeling that I had when I wrote this book, and I don't know if you have felt that the first five chapters of this book feel completely different from the later chapters, and the first volume and the next few volumes feel very different.

This is because the first five chapters are what I really want to write, and the first volume will also be retouched and revised, and as for the later chapters, they are completely shoddy and inferior products. I'm ashamed to say that except for the first volume, the following chapters, as the author, I, have not even read them.

- If it were just that, albeit reluctantly, I would still insist on finishing the book, but life doesn't always go according to our plan, and for some reason, I made up my mind to study seriously for a year.

Life is always frustrating, when you want to explain to some people, then in front of others, you can't. Although we have never known each other, the Internet has connected us, and the starting point is a platform that has allowed me to gather, and your encouragement has accompanied me all the way, especially a few book friends who have influenced me very deeply and moved my heart.

For example, the book friend NB Fengfeng, he was already there at the beginning of the book, and he spared no effort to reward and recommend in the immature new book period, and even opened a few accounts to reward, and has been encouraging me to discuss the plot with me, until today.

For example, I have been reading for 30 years and insisting on signing in every day, which really touched me and made me feel very sorry for him. He said that he would sign in until the end of the book, but I, the author, became a deserter.

For example, the Heart of Ice Lotus, a new book friend, has been rewarding almost a day since chasing books.

There are also Godkiller XXX, Fallen Stars, Kusayoki, Chanemi, Silent Revolver, Super Jun, Ah Piao's Ghost, and Drunken Moon Mystery Love...... Waiting for these book friends, I try to recall every book friend who has left a deep impression on me since the opening of the book, but the more I recall, the heavier it becomes.

In the past six months, we have spent a journey together, the scenery is sometimes bright and sometimes dark, the road is sometimes tortuous and sometimes open, in any case, this journey has left an unforgettable and strange mark on my life, and now I, the leader of the way, have left for the time being. Maybe in a year, I will come back again to continue this unfinished road, maybe in a year, I will never find the mood to trek again, but no matter what, I will not regret my choice today.

The night is deep, my mind is dizzy, for me, tonight will be a sleepless night, and finally bid farewell to everyone with a poem by Nalan:

The remnant snow condenses the cold painting screen, the plum flute has been changed three times, and no one is in the moon.

I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is going on with tears in my eyes, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines.

I hope that in a year's time, I will come back successfully, or continue to write, or reopen, and repay you for your kindness!

Goodbye guys!