As a multi-genre writer, I've always liked to challenge novels with different genres. "The Legend of the Key" is a fantasy series; "The Drums of War in BC" and "The Last Cursed Family" are what the world calls serious literature; "Defeated Red Face" is the first romance novel, and it is still ancient.

For me, it was a new attempt, and it was a good idea to write at first, but I stopped updating it in December 2012 and forgot about it completely. If it weren't for the reader's reminder, I would never have remembered. When I was reminded to look at it, I found that it was a VIP - I forgot about it.

It really shouldn't be.

If you think about it, why did I suddenly give up writing in December 2012 and let it go so thoroughly, until 2015, three years later, to start writing again?

I couldn't remember it for a while.

After careful calculation, I started working part-time in 2012 and worked as a white-collar worker in several industries at an average frequency of 3 months to change companies, and I have been working for two and a half years. In July 2014, he began to travel by car across the country, and did not return to Beijing until December 2014. In January 2015, I started writing travel tours, and in May, I started planning and writing scripts for the comics of "Legend of the Key" in June, and then I was completely back in the state of creation.

So, what happened in 2012 that made me put down my creation and plunge headlong into the red dust?

As I pondered hard, a long-ago memory suddenly came to mind.

In June 2012, a friend asked me to write a script about urban life, and I tried to think about it...... I can't write it! It's not true at all.

Whether it is science fiction, fantasy, or reasoning, it is a challenge of imagination and writing, and novels that are confused by youth have also been written because of adolescence. However, urban white-collar workers, I was completely puzzled by this group.

On second thought, my understanding of life is so superficial.

Hardcore readers of the Key say that The Legend of the Key is such a clean work, it is simply a masterpiece.

Clean, not only because of the book for teenagers to be deliberately clean, but also because my own experience is too little and too shallow, I have never entered the world, and I don't know the turbidity of the world, the pollution of the world, of course, I don't know the depth of the world, the miscellaneous of the world, right?

This kind of cleanliness is clean, but is it nutritious?

People live for a lifetime, and no one can escape the threshold of life and death. Life is like the first burning of Mars, death is like the ashes of withering ashes, but between life and death, what kind of process can be regarded as really living?

One day in July 2012, I stood on the overpass in Beijing, watching the flow of people and cars, and suddenly felt that life was so pale and meaningless.

People come and go, cars come and go, it seems to be prosperous and lively, but the trajectory is drawn, and the one that belongs to everyone is almost fixed. Home, Workplace, Home, Workplace...... Occasionally, a little bit of a small track is just a small walk in the park and a few voices singing in KTV during the holiday, but the big trajectory has remained unchanged for decades, and the people and things in contact have not changed for decades.

What is the difference between such a job except for growing old in the years, decades, a year, a month, or a day?

Like an ant, a short line is enough to draw a lifelong trajectory. The rest of the lines are just a repetition of the first one.

People are like ants, but the line they climb is longer.

Is such a day a life, or just a life?

It's also alive, at least biologically.

However, as a human being, this way of living feels like a walking corpse, and finally feels that there is a lack of some vivid and full color, and there is always a terrible and pathetic confusion in my heart.

It is always necessary to have some experience, experience, and then know the truth and taste of why white is white and why black is black.

Just like the smog in Beijing, if you don't take a few breaths, your chest and lungs don't hurt, how do you know how harmful and disgusting it is? How can you cherish the rarity of blue sky and white clouds?

At that time, I decided to put aside writing for the time being, started working part-time, and spent two and a half years doing different jobs and different experiences, seeing all kinds of things in the world, the warmth and coldness of the world, and the good and evil of human nature; For another half a year, I sat in a pickup truck, pulled my luggage, and ran through most of China, I don't remember how many cities I have walked through, but I have only one purpose: to travel thousands of miles, see different rivers and mountains, and ten thousand customs.

Now when I sit in front of the computer and type these words, I can still make the text clean, but this kind of cleanliness should not be thin at the beginning, but the kind of cleanliness that has been experienced, experienced, and thought, and then there is the kind of cleanness that returns to the basics, right? Is it the kind of thick cleanness that has been polluted and corroded and refined from it?

This kind of cleanliness is nutritious and tasteful, just like mineral water, which is regarded as nothing, but in fact, it is full of nutrients in the formless phase.

If you continue to write this story, the feeling and writing will be different from before, right?

So much nonsense, it's really just one sentence: update starting tomorrow. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your support!

Try to keep changing, but because there are too many things, after all, the novel "Legend of the Key" is quite a project to be on, there are too many things to be busy, and there is no guarantee that it will not happen in the middle of a few days, but it will not be broken for more than three years.

If there is a break of a few days, please forgive me.