First of all, I apologize to everyone, in the last year, the update has been really bad.

This is my third year in my thirties, and in all fairness, there's a lot to say and show off. The online literature industry is booming, and I have made more money, unlike in previous years, I still need to worry about expenses, 17 years, "Son-in-law" sold the copyright, film and television dramas began to do, I won two awards, one is the silver award of the "Second Internet Literature Biennial Award", and the other is the "Mao Dun Internet Literature Newcomer Award", I became the vice chairman of the Hunan Internet Writers Association, participated in several activities, and accepted several interviews, which can be said to be very satisfying to vanity.

Life with my family is basically on track. We bought a puppy, more than two months of border herding, the puppy came into the house for ten days, I was in a state of high tension, early bedtime often can't do, but you have to get up early, make food for the puppy, change the diaper under the cage, clean up the feces, every day staring at teaching the puppy where to go to the toilet and so on, the puppy is named Little Bear, very cute.

The reason why I bought this puppy was because the body had to start exercising, and last year, I found that I couldn't do a pull-up on my own, I had gallstones and fatty liver, and probably more problems. In the process of writing books for a long time, I rarely found time to exercise, and even after realizing the problem, intermittent exercise did not solve many problems. Border herding is a very sporty dog, after one year old their daily exercise is about 30 kilometers to start, and even can run 90 kilometers, we didn't realize this problem before buying, after buying the information, I said it.

Perhaps, if everything is ideal, this puppy will toss me for more than ten years, probably allowing me to maintain a good body to reach the other side of writing, although I am tired every day for ten days, but the night before yesterday in the park of the community, I found that I could do a pull-up...... In any case, that's what I was like when I was thirty-three, and I can't measure whether it's all worth it or not.

The puppy can finally go to the toilet on the diaper, and the cage is not noisy, these two days I squeezed out time, brewed coffee and sat in front of the computer to code words, suddenly there was a long-lost freshness, like the feeling I used to go to school, after class, after writing homework, I buried my head in self-study or in the spare time between classes to write down the beginning of a story, full of longing for the beauty of literature.

Today twenty-six, one or seven years are still a few days away, I threw the puppy into the cage at nine o'clock in the evening - time has not allowed me to write a complete chapter, I wrote a small beginning, I think it is interesting, and then I find a song that I have not heard for a long time, but it is very important to me, it is Wang Zheng's "To You", when I wrote "Hidden Killing" I used to listen to this song repeatedly, I imagined a mother looking at her child, humming softly about his future, but this night I suddenly saw myself.

"Like you, I don't know what lies ahead

I want to shield you from the wind and the wind

Let your sky only see rainbows

Until one day you become my ...... too"

When I was a teenager, I had a love for literature, and in my life, which had gradually become gray, it always gave me a place to live temporarily, in which I saw a new world and experienced one life after another. When I was in my early twenties, I gave up college and wrote all sorts of new things in between work, and I read what was in my mind, and every time I figured something out, I was excited about it.

I look forward to Balzac, Hugo, Lu Xun, Lu Yao, and Shi Tiesheng...... I look forward to every author who has reached the realm of perfection. As I said before, people said that I had ambitions, but no, my goal in the fourth grade of elementary school was to write "War and Peace", and people who didn't have this kind of thinking couldn't understand it to me.

I'm thirty-three years old, how is it different from the past? I think it's because I've been able to measure the specific distance from perfection. When I was in my teens and twenties, I only knew that I would eventually go somewhere, and the distance was incomparably far away, but I was full of fighting spirit and enjoyment. But as I gradually measured the distance from perfection, life and literature became more and more strict for me. And measuring the distance clearly does not mean that I will be able to reach it in my life, but every step after that, I can only tremble.

I now look at the former self who embraced literature in embarrassment, and I am very envious, I have a lot of things to say to him, but it is so fast, he has become me in the blink of an eye.

I thought that I would be someone else in the future.

Not long ago, someone privately messaged me on Weibo, which is a kind of information that often occurs: this person thinks that my "Hidden Killing" is the best, he followed it very well, "Son-in-law" is written scum, he doesn't like it, he ran to post, and was deleted and banned, this person thinks that he really thinks that "Son-in-law" is scumbag, he can't get angry over and over again, and he has to run to tell me this...... Seems to be expecting some kind of answer from me.

I took a look at it and pulled people into the blacklist.

I never keep anyone, I never care who likes which of my books, I don't care about this kind of "sincerity", it really doesn't mean anything to me.

What is the truth?

Each of us is moving forward, what I want to write when I am 30 years old is bound to be different from what I was 20 years old, the world I see at 30 years old and 20 years old must be different, when I recall my youth at the age of 40, and the feeling described in "Hidden Killing", there must be differences, some time ago I recalled "Hidden Killing", I want to write some stories about Gu Jiaming, Ye Lingjing, Liu Huaisha when they were forty years old, fifty years old, the feeling in my mind is very warm, very heartwarming.

In the end, I didn't write either.

The time is too cruel, "Hidden Killing" is already very good, and there is no need to make people cry anymore.

On Weibo, I have become a different person from many people, I write very serious things, which is too different from when I was 20 years old, and when I was 20 years old, I also liked relaxed and happy things, but now I don't write. When I was writing a book, I broke up some so-called big truths and put them in, and I usually don't tolerate them so much on Weibo, because Weibo is my pastime, and I only rely on my temperament, and I don't bother to care about the audience. As my thoughts gradually became alien to those of simple-minded friends, I suddenly realized that maybe one day, I too would become like those stubborn old men, saying things that only I could understand, and lamenting the depravity of the world and the incorrigibility of people.

At that time, did I become profound, or did I become decaying? I think it's possible.

I can only guarantee that the direction of my change will inevitably go through my repeated thinking.

I used to tell people that when my son-in-law was on fire, I could choose a super profitable direction, and if my quality dropped and I updated every day, I would also convince myself at that time that updating was the biggest responsibility to readers, and then laugh at people who have no work ethic for a few chapters a month. That "me" must not think that there is anything wrong with me.

The same is true of me today and who I will be in the future.

A person who liked "Hidden Killing" eight years ago, I hope that I will continue to write "Hidden Killing" eight years later, which is a pity. When I was willing to write "Hidden Killing", we bumped in, and it was fate. When I wanted to write "Son-in-law", it was my fate with other people, and when I came to my next book, it would also be with other people. So I never dwell on that, when the idea is in tune, people come, and when it doesn't, they leave. Instead of trying to serve tens of thousands of readers, I thought, I can only be myself. So you see, heh, I don't have too many fans, I prefer to think of it as a like-minded fate.

18 years are coming, the new year, the activities will probably be minimized, I hope to be able to be in such a mood tonight, as soon as possible to complete "Son-in-law", I hope my body can get better, I hope the puppy is well-behaved, I hope the goddess of literature can continue to take care of me, I hope everyone can also be healthy, all the best.

Another: The simplified version of "Son-in-law" has been delivered and has entered the proofreading stage, and it should be available in bookstores in 18 years.

Sincerely, respects.