Life is a process of continuous choice and continuous letting go, and the difficult thing is not the choice, but the choice.

I started writing online articles on March 10, 2015, three and a half years have passed, in these three and a half years, I have experienced a lot of things, there are feelings, there are careers, there are some other messy things, I have given up a lot of things, there are career opportunities, there are beloved girls, and I have given up some friends.

The only thing that has never given up is this book.

I don't know what it's like to have a book as a son, I don't have a son, in fact I prefer to have a daughter in the future.

Books are a kind of salvation for me.

When I was very young, I used to follow my mother to work in the fields, pestering her all day long to tell stories, so that I could spend the whole day in the scorching sun without complaining.

My mother was my mentor.

The most common protagonist in today's jokes is called Xiao Ming, and at that time I heard the most was called Wang Er, he sometimes fought wits and courage with Wong Tai Sin, and sometimes lived a happy life with fairies in the world without shame and impatience.

Since I was very young, I have been making up superficial and simple stories in my head one after another, reading any text I can see like a drug/addiction, even all kinds of instructions that I can't understand at all, as well as my uncle's private collection of little yellow books.

I love stories, but it's a double-edged sword.

When I was in junior high school, I rented books for my living expenses, and I was often so hungry that I collapsed to the ground with anemia.

Later, I had to drop out of school for half a year to recuperate, and then I transferred to a school close to home, and played a game of peek-a-boo with a group of teachers, who did everything they could to prevent me from reading extracurricular books, and I think I must thank them, otherwise my school career would probably have stopped in junior high school.

When I went to high school, no one cared about me anymore, and they had more good students to worry about.

When I left out of the school gate, there was a bigger bookstore, and I shamelessly stole a book, and then registered the name of the previous book every time I registered, so that no matter what book I read, it only cost me one day's money.

When I kept being complacent, fate slapped me hard again.

I went to class during the day and lit candles at night, I was haggard, my grades plummeted, and I was finally caught by the head teacher on the spot, and I invited my parents, I looked at my embarrassed and humble mother, and thought that I had to make a change.

In the first year, I took two exams, and in the second year, I took one exam, and I started my university life.

It was probably the most decadent time of my life, and I was messing around with games every day, so I went to college for five years before I graduated from college, and most of my classmates didn't know each other.

The first time I opened a book, probably because of the book shortage, I didn't expect that the choice at that time would have such a big impact on me.

I've been faced with several choices.

What kind of book to open, game or science fiction, or history, I chose a game, and it is a traditional online game, not a game that is easier to achieve.

The reason seems to be very simple, it is because I like it.

I was also faced with the choice of whether to focus on work or writing books, and finally chose to write books.

It's not good or bad, from the heart.

I also faced the problem of putting more energy on my girlfriend, but unfortunately the feeling that my career was not understood was really uncomfortable, and in the end I didn't compromise, so I became a single dog again and again.

Entering 2018, I can clearly feel the bottleneck in my writing.

I had to open a new book, and I was chatting with a few authors, and I didn't know if I was going to tell them or myself.

What about old books?

Write together, some authors say so, although the double opening is difficult, but it is also quite interesting.

I don't think it's interesting, it's hard to write one, let alone two.

Although the beginning of the writing was very smooth, I knew that the rest of the book was the same difficulty, and the more I wrote any book, the more difficult it became, especially for someone like me who didn't have a detailed outline.

So do you write an old book, or do you write a new book?

I thought about it carefully, and what I could gain from the old book, whether it was a sense of accomplishment or a manuscript fee, was pitiful.

Now, three and a half years later, opening a new book has become inevitable.

I know I can't write from scratch, and I'm not qualified to be so headstrong.

Then they said, "Let's finish the old book."

I've imagined the day the Great Thief will end countless times, but it can't be in this form, I still have something to write about, and my World of Warcraft has only reached level seventy.

New books must be opened, and old books are reluctant to finish.

That's why I have the crazy idea of double opening, a non-full-time author, who wants to double open, no matter who listens to it, they feel ridiculous.

I'm not a hard-working person, but I want to work hard this time.

While I'm not old enough to be physically exhausted, and not old enough to rot my thinking, I'm fighting for this last one.

The new book is still a game, and it is still a traditional online game.

My favorite author in this part of the game is snail and butterfly blue.,But what I'm most envious of is the name of the lost leaf.,The lost leaf online game trilogy.,It's very touching to listen to.,But I don't know if I can write three.,The times are different.,When he wrote it, it was still the heyday of online games.,And now there are not many people who watch games, especially virtual online games.。

When I was writing about the Great Thief, the update was not good, and the writing style became more and more lazy, which broke the hearts of many readers.

This time, I'm afraid I'll have to start over the old thing, and sadness and disappointment are inevitable, so I don't dare to make any guarantees, and I have broken my word a lot of times, and I am by no means a person who believes in his word in the reader's impression.

The Great Thief is a book about Warcraft.

I love Warcraft.

In the early days, I played Legends, played Bloody Rivers and Lakes, Perfect World, Sword and Net, and then encountered World of Warcraft, and never played other types of games since.

I don't play well, very clumsy,

I only entered the pit at level 70, and at that time I played a little priest on the energy ship.

Somehow, I entered a guild - I have forgotten the name of the guild, and I never understood what the English letter meant, nor did I understand how the shemale leader with the word Sasha in the ID fell in love with me, who had spent nine points to reach the full level.

I was solemnly admonished that I must be stable and not withdraw from the club, as long as I don't withdraw from the club, I can eat and drink spicy food with everyone.

The first time I entered the big dungeon, I went directly into the Dark Temple, I was scurrying around like a headless fly, and the shemale leader shouted that his voice was hoarse, and someone in the guild said that he kicked this thing.

Sasha scolded him, saying that it was his own person.

So everyone suspected that I was his daughter-in-law, and by the way, I was also playing a ladyboy at that time - it didn't take long for me to confess to them, but they didn't believe it, because they insisted that only girls could do this.

In order to prove my innocence, I had to register a voice number to show my innocence, so there were fewer people who booed and asked for warmth.

There are two other priests in the guild, both of whom are better equipped than me, and the two of them often heal together, and the equipment they don't want is stuck in me, so I can gradually milk a copy of the Hellfire Wall.

Before I joined the guild, the person I swiped with was often a warrior, and for too long I forgot his ID, only remembering that he was a good person.

Every time I brush OT and the group is wiped out, he silently says come again.

When I grew to a certain level, and the two priests in the guild left, and I became the main priest, the intersection with the warrior became less and less, and he never joined any decent guild, when I was dressed in an S suit, one day he asked me to get a dungeon, and it was Zu Aman who went, and the equipment on his body was still those messy things.

After that time, he stopped looking for me, I looked for him twice and he refused, and then he stopped contacting me.

I don't know when his profile picture dimmed completely, and by the time I realized that he might not be coming back, it had been years.

Playing games with me.,Or it's another mage who encouraged me to get in touch with World of Warcraft.,I remember his ID became popular.,Practiced a mage.,After reaching level seventy, he never got a copy.,Didn't add any guilds.,Later, he didn't go to the event.,He kept brushing the battlefield over and over again.,Finally got an S2.。

As for the arena, he had no idea there was such a thing.

When I was rushing to level seventy with nine point cards, he often took me to brush the copy, and the brush was the Scarlet Monastery, and I watched his coquettish operation and positioning, and felt that the mage was really a master.

Later I found out that he was a colored pen, because I had died a little more with him in the Scarlet Monastery.

He was my college classmate, the same level and different departments, it took me five years to get my graduation certificate and degree certificate, and he took six years to get nothing, and then I went to work as Taobao customer service, and then there was no contact.

World of Warcraft has given me years of life memories, some of which are good, some of which are not, and I have met many people, but most of them have been forgotten.

Most of them are passers-by in my life, but remembering and forgetting is not very important.

One day I had a strong desire to write a book, so I wrote about the Great Thief.

At first, it was called the Great Thief of the online game, but then I thought it was too long, so I changed it to the Great Thief, which was the same as one of my favorite cartoons.

The name of the new book is "Monster Chat Group", and this idea probably came after I finished reading "Xiuzhen Chat Group" last year, and I thought about it intermittently for a long time, and I gave up for a while, because I wanted to write fantasy or make a lot of money in the city.

Later, I couldn't help it and decided to be impulsive.

I found that writing testimonials is more fluent than writing, no wonder Banana writes more testimonials than the main text, and I wrote 3,000 words in this one before I knew it.

Having said all this, I actually hope that everyone will support my new book, so that I will not be unable to live, so that I can make a career of writing books, which many people think is not a proper job.

If you have good grades, you are likely to leave your job and become a full-time writer that you once longed for.

That, maybe it's another choice.