February is almost over, and it's so fast to think about it.

I have been writing this book for more than a year, spanning two years, from October 2012 to February 2014, I was interrupted for a time, even a eunuch.

But I ended up picking it up again, just as I was about to graduate.

In fact, more than ten days ago, I got a job, fairy tale editor, to put it bluntly, I copied fairy tales, I copied 8,000 words a day, I was exhausted, I worked for three days, and then asked myself, do you really want to do this? Do you really want to write 8,000 words a day for others and let others criticize your style and pen at will?

No, don't.

So I resigned.

I don't want that.

I told myself to write stories for myself, that every word was for myself, to fuck other people's stories.

I told myself it was the most handsome I've ever been in my life.

Not one of them.

In fact, I really didn't want to say sensational words anymore, because I knew that the world didn't believe in tears, and the starting point was too.

But.

But, allow me to be hypocritical again.

I am carrying this story for many years, nearly 800,000 words, walking on a road with no way forward, and I am really, very lonely.

I need your help, you, everyone who is reading the story, if you like the story, if you want to see the story finally write theend.

Please subscribe, yes, I don't ask for a monthly pass, I don't ask for luxury.

I'm just asking for a subscription, a small thing for you, but for me it's infinite support.

I will be on the road and see the light.

Xie Lu Xie.

———————— Chen Senran in the early morning of February 28, 2014

Longing for Light (To be continued......