There is a story about why I wrote this book.

Last winter, I went to Happy Valley to play, and I sat on that heaven and earth double hero, which was to rise high first, and then fall suddenly.

It's exciting.

But I have a fear of heights.

When I reached the highest point, the machine would stop for a while, and I was hanging in the air, really frightened, looking down on most of the city, and feeling like I was dying.

I was scared, and I didn't know what was going on in my head in a panic, and suddenly a strange thought came to me - if I died like this, what would be my biggest regret?

It's strange that it's not that he hasn't married a daughter-in-law who has captivated the country and the city, nor has he become a rich man like Jack Ma, but two seemingly absurd ideas.

The first regret that comes to mind is that I haven't been able to finish a web novel that I am satisfied with.

The second regret is that I haven't started from the north and walked all the way to Hainan.

Luckily, I didn't die, and I landed safely.

But I realized what I really wanted.

As Wei Liang said, in this colorful world, our energy will be distracted by all kinds of trivial things, and we can't even distinguish what we want and what we don't want. When you are confused, you might as well ask yourself, if today is the last day of your life, what is your biggest regret?

The second regret is not mentioned for the time being, it has nothing to do with this book.

Let's focus on the first regret.

I have been writing articles on the Internet for a long time, and I wrote them myself when I was in junior high school, and at that time I mainly wrote short stories and submitted a lot of manuscripts, but I was not hired. I didn't feel too much frustration, I just wrote and played, and I had a lot of time anyway.

When I started writing the Eight Classics, it was 2010, when I was a teenager, full of naïve thoughts, I always felt that I would be able to make a splash, and then I sent a book, wrote more than 200,000 words, did not sign a contract, eunuch.

I was resentful and felt like I should play the game to vent.

So I started playing CF, and it rose to three diamonds, and I felt that it was almost time to vent.

wrote a book again, didn't sign a contract, and then a eunuch.

I was annoyed and felt that I had to play Fantasy Journey to the West for a few days to calm down. I played a Litiangong, from 0 to 69, I felt that it was not interesting, and I wrote with high morale.

At that time, I learned to be smart, I didn't keep my master here, I had my own place to keep my master, and I didn't sign at a certain point, and Lao Tzu went to the vertical and horizontal.

Then I sent a book, wrote tens of thousands of words, signed a contract, not a sign, at that time there was a Laoshzi signing, I also forgot, anyway, it is better to sign a cow, but I am very happy, it is good to be able to sign, it is a great encouragement to me.

That book is very naïve, but there are still readers, I created a QQ group, play games every day, code words, and chat in the group, which is also very good.

The good times didn't last long, and gradually I felt that writing novels was really a troublesome thing, and I couldn't make any money, and the 500 subsistence allowance a month was not enough to buy cigarettes. Then the first signed book, I wrote 330,000 yuan, it seems, it was over.

At that time, my editor asked me, "Are you crazy?" I'm not convinced.

Later, I was playing games and watching movies, and after a while, I felt that this was not good, and I should cheer up, so I wrote a second book, which was also vertical and horizontal, and I signed it, and I didn't say what my name was, shame.

The results of that book are okay, 200,000 words, 100,000 clicks, but I didn't write very well, mainly because the editor recommended it, and now that I think about it, I'm really sorry for the editor, I cheated him.

Anyway, after writing for a while, I'm a eunuch again.

What is the purpose of my novels, I don't say anything about those who are vain, everyone is not stupid, it is nothing more than to make money. At that time, I was still young, and I thought that tomatoes were nothing, and the three young people had to stand on one side, and it was also garbage to break the sky, and Lao Tzu was the first in the world.

After writing a few books, I found that the money in this business is really hard to earn. Because he was not young, he entered the society, participated in work, played games and watched movies in his spare time, and the days passed like this.

During this period, I wrote a few novels, all of them were eunuchs, anyway, I was high-spirited at the beginning, and I wilted as I wrote.

Generally speaking, I have written more than a million words so far, about a dozen novels, and none of them have a good beginning and a good end. It is said that Fenghuo is the king of eunuchs, and I, Zhu Ritian, am not convinced.

When it comes to Beacon, do you feel that he looks like Harry Potter? A few days ago, I saw a post by Longkong saying this, and when I compared, it was really similar, and I laughed for a long time.

After 2013, I didn't write much, and if I wanted to write, I was alone, and I didn't publish it, and I knew that if I did, I would be a eunuch.

That's it, until 2016, I didn't write much books during this period, and LOL rose to diamond.

I'm gradually giving up, I'm not young anymore, it's better to do things in a down-to-earth manner, in this society, there are so many ways to make money, why do you have to write novels, it's not interesting to stay at home all day.

If I hadn't been to Happy Valley, if I hadn't been scared by that scare, I wouldn't have written this book.

After that life and death inspiration, I finally understood that writing my own novels was not purely about making money, there were other things.

Then, the Crimson Throne was born.

When I was writing novels before, I studied routines all day long, watched the lecture hall of the great gods, and figured out how they wrote, and I also drew scoops according to the gourd.

But now, I see that this book is not only written for readers, but also for myself, and I have to put my heart into writing the stories I love.

In this book, there are almost no routines of mainstream online texts, the protagonist is not a waste wood, nor a traverser, let alone divorced by his fiancée, nor is he reborn, and what is even more excessive is that he did not pick up a treasure against the sky.

I'm not quite an amateur.

In my spare time, I just want to write the story in my heart, that's all.

This book will not be a eunuch, I will also write it down with my heart, it is more like a mission.

When I started writing this book, I felt inferior because I had been a failure before, and I didn't expect to have readers, so many people supported me, and I was grateful.

I was afraid that I would not be able to write well, but I wrote more than 300,000 words, and I felt pretty good, and there were many surprises.

For example, Ding Ding, this timid girl was a trickster from the beginning, and she didn't have anything to do after being bullied by Wei Liang, and I wrote and wrote, I wrote her as the heroine, and the feedback was not bad.

For example, Yin Wuya, who was originally the heroine of another book by my eunuch, asked her to come here, just to make a cameo, but I didn't expect it to be very popular.

You know, at the beginning of this book, I just set a heroine, guess who?

That's right, it's Hotaru.

I'm tired of reading online articles, I hate those talented and beautiful women, green tea who have withdrawn from marriage, I just use a firefly as the heroine.

There are also those masters, I only set one at the beginning, that is, the magician, what Fandi, Dream Changkong, Dao Gongzi, I didn't fantasize about it.

But as it is written, the individual characters, the souls, are gradually plumped.

It's about to be on the shelves, the editor asked me to write a testimonial, there is nothing to say, insomnia, just say some of my own stories, a little nagging, don't be annoying.

I thank everyone who left a message, everyone who voted, and everyone who tipped. Before that, I didn't know what a reward was, I wrote a book for several years, and no one ever gave me a reward, and no one voted for me a monthly pass, when the first monthly ticket for this book was more than 100,000 words, I looked at it blankly, lit a cigarette, and felt that it was a great moment.

The Crimson Throne is my story and yours, thank you.

At first, I thought that even if only one person reads this book, no, even if there is no reader, I will write it with my heart, and it is you who have given me warm encouragement in my most difficult time.

Thanks again.

Okay, that's all, it's almost three o'clock, I'm going to bed, good night guys.