Wang Yueshan's birthday party was still one day away, Qu Shutao woke up from her sleep, she looked at Ma Jun beside her, and she pushed him. Ma Jun woke up with sleepy eyes, and asked sleepily, "What's the matter?" It's only 5 o'clock in the morning!"

"I can't sleep," Shumo said, "You know what? My father told me that my sister didn't have an accident because she offended someone, and that the real perpetrator was Shanzi......

"Who could that person be?"

"I don't know," Shu Tao got up and kissed Ma Jun, "Promise me, don't leave me, I don't want to live alone like this, we have gone through so many thorns, and finally we can finally lie in bed peacefully, I don't love anyone except you now." ”

Ma Jun smiled, pinched Shu Tao's face and said, "Fool, I won't leave you again." ”

A few days later, Shulei and Fu Yuanshan divorced, and finally cleanly cut off their eight-year emotional bond. In the end, Shulei let go of herself and Fu Yuanshan, but in the end she didn't drive Fu Yuanshan out of Shanghai.

Xu Hui divorced her husband, married Fu Yuanshan, and became a full-time wife with her children, while Fu Yuanshan found a new job and disappeared into Shulei's world.

But no one expected that the person who wanted to kill Shanzi was Shanzi's sister Wang Yueyin. She took advantage of Chen Hao's mental illness and constantly made Chen Hao believe that Wang Yueshan was a person who wanted to murder Chen Hao, until Chen Hao made a murderous move.

On the other hand, Huang Junjie didn't get Gao Ya's blood, and he couldn't understand the mystery of Gao Ya's life experience from beginning to end. Shutao also didn't tell Li Wen about Huang Junjie and Li Mi. After all, Shu Tao knows how difficult it is to find a loved one in this world, and hopes that Li Wen can discover the mystery by himself.

As for Yang Erman, she eventually found out that her father's illness was fake. Her father told her everything, and although she had a fight with her parents, she eventually reconciled with them. She eventually married Yuan Yuan.

What about Liu Lixuan? This is a mystery in Shu Tao's heart, but in the end, Shu Tao understands who this man's favorite person is. The person this man loves deeply is a headache that he can't tell people for many years, and it is also a secret he has hidden for a long time. He finally told Shu Tao: "Actually, the person I love the most is a man, you are a good girl, you confessed to me at that time, I didn't agree, it's not that you are bad, now I finally dare to face the true feelings in my heart, although this kind of feeling has no future at all, but at least I have loved, passed, cherished, now is the time to let myself confess, some things, since I have met, you have to be calm, some people, since they love, they should be honest with each other, do you say yes?"

After Wang Yueshan's birthday, she was murdered!

It's a strange feeling, and when Shumo prepares to watch a person buried in the ground, into her final resting place, Shumo has already attended enough funerals. Shumo knew that her senses were always highly sensitive to everything that was happening around her, and that the touch of the wind seemed to be stronger, the sunlight became more harsh, and the smell of leaves, grass, and fresh earth became more intense. It's like her brain reaching out, trying to catch every moment of the moment, and she has nothing to think of but forget.

On the day of Wang Yueshan's funeral, everyone wore black, if it rained, the umbrella was also black, the funeral car was also black, and the wooden coffin where the deceased was lying was also black. Today, the cemetery is home to the fashion elite, journalists from the entertainment industry, and some people who had nothing to do with the deceased. Gao Ya looked at the coffin and was buried, thinking that after he died, his legs were facing the sky, and the cock would be erected, would he break the soil and grow a thousand-year-old ginseng, which would become the world's intangible cultural heritage. And who will inherit his inheritance? He looked at Shen Siyun holding a piece of white tissue paper, blowing his nose constantly, he patted her and said, "Mourn." ”

"Thank you. ”

"Did you catch a cold today?" Gao Ya looked ahead, looking at the photo of her daughter, another beautiful woman is in the ground, a good thing. There is one less sin that causes him to secrete hormones. But the death of a beautiful woman is not entirely a good thing, Li Bihua said that since ancient times, she has a thin life, and her life is like a peach blossom after thirty, a peach blossom has fallen, dried up, thousands of trees have withered and wilted, picking flowers has become digging soil, stealing color has become tomb robbery, everything is materialized, and even death must be buried in the best cemetery to be considered alive.

"You ......" Shen Siyun couldn't cry, feeling that people all over the world couldn't understand her pain. "I'm crying. ”

"Oh, that's crying, I thought crying was tears, not snot. ”

"You don't have a daughter, you don't understand the pain. Shen Siyun glanced at him and didn't speak. His husband Wang Xiaotian was standing next to him, he was not in the mood to listen to the conversation between the two of them, he just kept looking at his mobile phone, and the text messages were sent without interruption for a moment.

"In order to avoid this pain, I chose not to get married. A white-haired person sending a black-haired person is not as good as not having someone to send him to the end, and mourning. ”

After the funeral, there was a drinking party, which was the most anticipated part. It's okay to befriend beautiful women instead of watching a beautiful woman get buried. Instead of watching a beautiful woman lie in a wooden coffin and cover it with dust, you can get the beautiful woman home and lie on the bed. You can send beautiful roses instead of white chrysanthemums. It's okay to listen to beautiful women moaning in bed, not to listen to beautiful women crying.

Zhang Qi held an umbrella and did not go to the drinking party. He stood in front of the tombstone and stayed alone for almost half an hour, he had a secret that no one knew. It's that he and Shanzi used to have a lingering love story. He couldn't let go of this woman, and in front of the tombstone, he looked at the picture of her smiling, but saw that she had never been happy. He muttered quietly, "I'm sorry. ”

The deceased was missing an ear, a beautiful ear, and no one knows where he is now. The only thing Zhang Qi left was the earrings she once wore and a series of memories. When the rain stopped, he put away his umbrella and shook the water on it, the water droplets fell silently like bright tears, and the corners of Zhang Qi's eyes were a little moist. The smoke and rain in front of him were picturesque, but it was a tragic scene, the people in the painting left, leaving only an unfinished story, he sneered and laughed at himself.

A few petals were knocked to the ground by the rain, and the funeral was not only black, but behind the black, there was a red flower waiting to rot, and a picturesque scene of smoke and rain, behind the smoke and rain, there was an evil that could not be seen. Wang Yueyin stood behind Zhang Qi, she didn't go to the drinking party, she stepped forward and said, "I know about you and my sister, I hope his death has nothing to do with you." ”

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you gave her the earring she wears in her left ear, and I don't want her right ear to be the earring you gave her, but when a woman wears earrings, will she only wear one?"

"It is also possible to wear two different ones. Zhang Qi knew that Shanzi still loved him and kept wearing his earrings on his body.

"My sister is not that fashionable, she likes symmetry. Wang Yueyin glanced at him, the rain began to fall again, she held up the umbrella, slowly left and disappeared into the haze of smoke and rain, her ears, wearing two different earrings, swaying in the rain, reflecting the light.

And her lips were red, scarlet, like a man-eating beast, and she looked back at Zhang Qi with a meaningful smile, Zhang Qi knew that there was a color called red behind the funeral. From the blood, from the heart, from a smile you can't decipher.

[End of the play]

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[Postscript - In the end, it's just me who loves, but it's worth it]

Today's thoughts are a little bloated, and I don't know where to start. From the beginning of this work to the hasty completion of today, it is indeed a bit ashamed of the reader, but I still decided to explain the previous foreshadowing to you in the form of a narrative. This work is an experimental work of mine, and at the beginning my idea was really ambitious, and the layout was conceived in the direction of 4 million words. But then I found out that I was still too self-righteous about my first mastery of the long form.

First, the starting point of the text is all millions of words, I overestimate my ability, but it seems that even if my writing skills are good, in the end, I still have a gap with some writers in terms of storytelling. This article can be regarded as a way for me to express myself, after all, a person is in love, and writing this article is also a test, exercise and learning for myself.

Second, I'm really grateful to have a starting point as a platform for everyone to see my work. Although I was touched by the comments, I still managed this work with the attitude of a newcomer. At first, I didn't know what was wrong with the work, but later I found out that there were too many shortcomings and deficiencies in this work, but since someone was reading it, it was necessary for me to finish it. Although I was not satisfied in the end, I had an attitude of seeing myself clearly, which was the biggest gain in the past few months of writing.

Third, I fell in love with writing, although this work did not let me explain it well in the end, but it was a starting point for my online writing, from which I gradually learned a lot of difficulties encountered in writing, and the actions I made to solve them in the face of difficulties.

I was already working on a new work before it was almost finished, and the new work has reached 400,000 words as of today. I'm very happy with the writing style and story of the new work, but I want to finish it and start serializing it again. I still have to make many revisions before releasing it, after all, I don't want to be like this work, because of some external influences, so that the original idea of the work is disrupted due to interference.

The work needs to be grown slowly, and I can't rush it, which I ignored before. I've seen a lot of examples of persisting in writing, and I've learned a lot, and I really can only keep going, not to be happy with things, not to be sad about myself. Regardless of the outcome, it is a process of self-entertainment. Only if you are happy to manage a work, readers will love your work. The first part of Harry Potter was rejected 9 times, and "Gone with the Wind" was rejected 39 times before it was published, so in the face of new authors, I want to tell you that it is normal for works to be rejected, don't complain, and think about the problems existing in your own works. Maybe your language is beautiful and your ideas are good, but the story structure is not sound and there are other reasons that you can't see, that is, you can't be contracted, what should you do? After all, a person with only one work, whether at the starting point or as a publication, cannot become a writer, and a work cannot support a large readership. Think about Anai, the author of "Ode to Joy", she has no less than 10 works, but only "Ode to Joy" has been made into a TV series, but what she writes is worthy of the readers, and at the same time she has persevered, and new works are constantly being made.

Writing this is just an explanation for myself, not an excuse for the abrupt conclusion. Because another of my works is in the process of being conceived, and it is expected to be released at the starting point in March 2018. Now I don't give a little bit of information about the new work, after the release of the work, I will build a readership and let everyone discuss it together, but the first thing to do is that before the serialization next year, I want to finish the manuscript of this work, instead of writing and posting it, I need a quiet creative space.

Finally, I would like to thank all the readers who have followed "One Man in Love", and with you in the future, I will no longer be "one in love".

Finally, I recommend a collection of novels I have been reading recently, "Salt", Sun Pin's work, which is very worth a look. Dedicated to all of you who are in a book famine.