It started in 2015 and ended in 2015.

I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I don't know how I wrote this novel in the first place.

I didn't expect time to pass so quickly, and there are 51 days to go in the new year, so I wish you all a fast holiday.

November 11 can represent a lot, although it is Singles' Day in China, it is a day for lovers in Korea, and they will send each other long strips of chocolate chip cookies, which can also be regarded as a day of confession.

Just like Korean entertainment can also represent a lot, it can represent this or that, others understand it as a kind and write their story, and my understanding is what I write now.

This novel started out of an accident, and when it was written in the middle, it would be very hesitant, sometimes it would add personal emotions to it, and if it was unhappy, it would be written explicitly, or even strangely.

As a writer, I certainly shouldn't do that, but I still can't control my emotions, and sometimes I write strange words because of my physical hunger.

All sorts of feelings mixed together can drive people crazy.

But in any case, there is a beginning and an end.

The novel is finally coming to an end, and the date is December 31, 2015.

Originally, I wanted to write until January, but after thinking about it for a long time, I didn't have this kind of motivation and reason, and when I first wrote it, it was an accident, and the period before and after it was put on the shelves was the most hesitant.

I'm almost done with my writing, so forgive me for the strokes I'm about to stop.

Because this novel started in 2015, the urgency of time suffocated me, and it was not up to me to decide what I should write next.

It's a very exciting feeling because it's full of unknowns, and you don't know what the future holds, but it can also bring a lot of disasters.

I like excitement and rebellion, which may be the underlying emotions in everyone's heart, and when others don't want me to write anything, I prefer to write this kind of thing.

Of course, this emotion is very bad, but I can't suppress it myself, maybe I'm just a madman, so the novel I wrote also has an incomprehensible existence.

So thank you all for being able to stay with me crazy for so long, but luckily this novel is finally coming to an end.

There are 51 days left.

It started in 2015 and ended in 2015. (To be continued......)

PS: I went to dinner. Hungry.