It feels quite strange that one is suddenly written. It feels like a road, you're walking with a friend.

On the way, you laugh and scold with your friends, and sometimes you have a little temper. I kept walking and walking without heart and lungs, and it took a long, long time, so long that you felt that you were not used to it if you didn't quarrel with him every day and laugh at him.

But one day, that friend put on a tie very seriously, smiled and said to you, I'm leaving.

You're a little surprised, but you wave your hand anyway. Send him away, and then look at the road in front of him in amazement.

Thank you so much to the people who have supported me along the way. Although I haven't met you in person, I don't know if you are a man or a woman, but because of your subscription, I left the confidence to continue writing.

Otherwise, I might have given up a long time ago. VectorFreeze, Heart, and other unknown friends, thank you very much, thank you.

Many details have not been written yet, such as how the two brothers came to the Tang Dynasty, how they knew that each other were traversers, the past of Lian Chixin and Su Ruoran, and the wonderful relationship between Heyunxian and the two brothers.

But what is actually written is not satisfactory. I don't have enough heat, and I can't complain about others. The first chapter of Egg Pain was written in 2016.

At that time, I wrote more than 10,000 words, and I felt struggling. only wrote that Li Fengying was imprisoned, and then put it down.

After that, it took a long time, about a year, before I started writing again. After that, it was serialized intermittently to this day.

During this period, I tried to write differently. It can be regarded as relying on perseverance. Six or seven hundred thousand words, not much, but not a lot.

The answer sheet given to me is not excellent, but it is also passed. The first time I wrote was in high school, and I couldn't listen to math class and wandered around the world below.

At that time, Xianxia, who wrote more than 100,000 words crookedly in his notebook, named "Kyushu Falling Snow Hidden Longning", has been in a drawer to eat ashes since then.

The first time the university essay was read in the palm of my hand, and although the 200,000-word prequel "The Jade Flute Flying Snow in Kyushu" entered the finals, it did not win the award, so it was also shelved.

In this way, "Returning to the Hung Festival" can be called the first book in my life. After saying so much, I feel wordy.

Let's be chic, the rivers and lakes are far away, let's meet again.