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In the past two years, I have gone from a college student writing and playing League of Legends in my dormitory to a teenager standing on the streets of Europe, confused for a long time among the flocks of pigeons flying in small squares.

During that long period of time in Europe, at first I hoped that I could grow up independently, and forcibly made it impossible for me, who always liked to go home on vacation, to go home, thinking that I would become an adult in a trench coat in the movie, but unfortunately I finally returned to the original -

I found a familiar shop in the cafes that dotted the streets and became a customer who ordered by face (in fact, it was more difficult than at home, because Europeans have a hard time recognizing the difference between Asians).

Every time, all I need is a cup of café conleche (latte) that the locals often order, and then I pick a comfortable position, open my laptop, and write the book "Mole" in solitude.

It was a diary about youth, and in the days of my youth I often liked to write a diary, and I liked to bask in the sunshine of every little mood, and then in the sunny weather of Western Europe, I carved that period of time alone in time and space.

Youth is nothing more than basketball, bicycles, and girls.

I don't know how to play basketball because I don't like to stain my shirt with dirty black marks, and I don't like the feeling of sweating all over my body.

I don't know how to ride a bike, probably because I've been afraid of pain since I was a child, but also because I'm too sensitive - if the person who is helping to help in the back lets go, as in every cycling story, then I will be the first to notice it, and I will lose my balance and fall to my knees. Probably the fear of pain is also because it is too sensitive.

So that novel, it's about a girl.

The original intention of a certain girl may have become the origin of most of my novels.

But this "League of Legends: Fox Confusion" is different, at least I think most of my efforts are poured into myself, that is, Reginard as the male lead.

It didn't take much effort to shape him, I used to say frankly, because it was writing about myself. Stubborn, stubborn, and reckless guy who goes on for an uncertain dream.

Of course, in the past two years, I have also experienced graduation, experienced a longer and more painful job search, I naturally ran into walls everywhere with poor grades, and my friends have a great home, and I am still looking for opportunities everywhere, giving up while searching, typing on the keyboard in a small coffee shop outside the campus, waiting for an opportunity to help me escape from that water-walled prison.

In the end, I found a good job, it is a state-owned enterprise, most of the people in it do not have great ambitions, go to work in a huge company, each do the job at hand, after work Zhang Luo drank and ate skewers together, time with the barbecue smoke shrouded in the sky and the shaking of hops, day after day passed.

The feeling of peace of mind and uneasiness seems to be, keep working, in short, there will be anything, with the accumulation of time to get a raise and promotion, to be introduced to a girlfriend at the right age, or to get married on a blind date, and then to give birth to a child at an age when everyone of the same age has children, repeating the past days of the parents, and worrying about the future of the child.

Maybe I will hand over the dream of breaking the thread to the child, and force him to read famous books from an early age, so that his interest is likely to turn to popular novels through the rebellious period, which is also just what I want, and finally he becomes a good novelist.

But I don't like that kind of life, I don't like to interfere in other people's lives, and I hate to give my dreams to others who are related by blood, because that's not me after all.

Mixed in the crowd drunk and dreaming of death, I have always disliked being too outdated and not too outstanding, looking at myself who was once full of ambition, I feel unhappy. The people around me are so happy and at ease, but I can't end up with a simple peace of mind.

So it's a pity that in the end, it went back to the beginning.

I hope that in recent years, I can quickly become a full-time writer.

Open this old article again, and try to rewrite its origins now, two years later, from a reader from a long, long time ago.

He mentioned in the days of the serialization that he was an art student and wanted to be the artist of this novel, preparing a delicate illustration for each volume and each character, and only a few were completed, and of course there were many drafts that were only stored on my computer, and the low level of completion made them still not see the light of day.

Later, he took the college entrance examination, and I knew that in those dim days, like I had done back then, I was like a father who strode towards the sun, crossed the mountains, drank the lakes and seas, just to chase the end that could never be reached.

But there are always people who get their wish, but unfortunately my goal is not any university, but the university that the girl I like wants to go to, and at that moment I realized that I am not a desperate boaster, but a crazy gambler.

After all, no matter how far the sun is, it is exactly 149597870 kilometers from the earth, and if you only need to advance one kilometer, you will be closer to the end of the line. Gamblers are different, the dealer who can't guess the dealer, the poker cards that can't be guessed, and one more card may keep you away from the stipulated 21 points.

Anyway, at this age when I graduated from college, I suddenly received a message from the reader who was confused in college.

"Fox Confusion" is caricatured.

Probably something I couldn't have imagined at all.

This kind of novel lacks market elements, and the male protagonist is so unlikable, commercial adaptation is almost impossible. I said, those who make money are called feelings, and those who don't make money can only be called willingness. Feelings are just a gimmick, it saves a commercial movie with a score of 7, but it can't save a literary film with a score of 7, and I know that it is difficult to be counted as a literary film.

That night, we didn't sleep or eat to discuss the storyboard, plot, character design, all kinds of content, and the two teenagers kept looking forward through the timeline across the distant radio waves.

I was excited, flattered, and felt that the first two volumes were really thin, some battles, some wars, some descriptions, and some scenes were too linear.

The reason for this thinness is probably the original idea, which is to write an essay of 200,000 words, which can be advanced or retreated, and can also be submitted to a long article, published a book, and so on. So of the four parts, the first part is only about 50,000 words, and many of the plot scenes are also very freehand, but they are also completed in one go.

Probably because of this, after two years, I had the passion and impulse to reset this article.

I don't know if I've grown in the past two years, or if I've stayed the same, and I don't know how far I've come from becoming more mature in my writing in the past two years.

Everything is unknown, the first episode of the manga came out before the end of this year, and if you are still around, I hope you will still look forward to it.

The new reset is called "Nine-Tailed Demon Fox: Origin",This is the name of the original serialization in the post bar.,I like it very much.,But in the end, it was replaced.,For the sake of selling point, it was replaced with the very cheesy "League of Legends" words.,So this timeV2.0,Return to the original intention,Return to the origin。

Maybe you can't reset the whole story, maybe it still won't be perfect. But this novel is still my favorite to date. Maybe there will be V3.0, V4.0 in the future, maybe then my style can become more marketable, but one thing will not change, this is the story I show you with my heart.

As long as you're still there.

The moment he put down the pen, the steamy southern jungle, the charming nine-tailed demon fox, the white hair on the tail, and the white-robed magician who smiled evilly, his clean white robe and thin figure, slowly walked with the scroll again.

It's been two years, long time no see.