I still remember that in 08, I was still a hairy boy at that time, unreasonable, and ignorant of human feelings.

That year, a lot happened.

That year, the Beijing Olympics were held in a grand manner.

That year, there was a large-scale ice disaster in Guizhou, and people rushed to walk.

That year, I was idle, panicked all day, picked up my guitar, and traveled to Sichuan.

It was in that year that I was in Sichuan and was hit by a major earthquake.

It was in that year that I met her, an innocent girl, in the midst of an earthquake.

She lost her home, she lost her loved ones.

I still remember, this is a strong girl.

She had been buried under the rubble for three days and three nights, but she survived strongly.

She told me that she was going to college, that she was going back to her hometown, that she was going to rebuild her home.

A few months later, I went to Chengdu to look for her, but she had disappeared without a trace.

No one knows where she went!

I saw just a college acceptance letter that no one had received.

After that, I started my wandering journey.

I put my guitar on my back and traveled from north to south, from east to west. From Nanjing to Beijing, from Xi'an to Luoyang, it is 9,999 kilometers.

I saw peonies blooming in Luoyang, and lotus flowers withering in Jinan. I saw the wandering singers in the Beijing subway station, and I saw the joys and sorrows on the banks of the Qinhuai River in Nanjing.

Unexpectedly, eight years passed in a hurry.

I didn't expect that eight years later, I would meet her.

In a land of fireworks.

Eight years of time, when you say goodbye, it will be like a world away!

She's a different person.

People call her "Miss"! Lady Sitting!

Her leg had been broken.

She told me that after the earthquake, she was abducted and trafficked from north to south and east to west.

She told me that she wanted to go home, but she didn't know where it was.

She told me that she was nothing more than a prosperous ant struggling in a sea of misery.

Her dream was nothing more than a joke.

Actually, I would say that so am I.

I haven't seen her since, and hopefully, she's gone home.

The following year, in 17, I continued to carry my guitar on my back and walk adrift in Gangnam.

Looking back on the past, it is like a glimpse of the light, and the memory is weak after a long time. The chaos of the world, entangled with their own memories, heavy as a mountain, now that I think about it, I suddenly wake up, it is really like a dream.

I realized that life is like a movie, but it is much crueler than a movie.

So, at the end of the same year, I started creating.

The material for "One Thought of Original Sin" also comes from this.

This is a novel with crime as the backbone and love as the core.

If nothing else, I just want to tell a story.

A story of finding hope in the midst of despair.

In August '08, I had never been to Beijing, and I didn't know how splendid the Olympics would be.

All I know is that in that month and year, there was a person who was abducted and sold, his foot was broken, and he became a dusty woman.

In June '16, I hadn't taken a high-speed train, and I didn't know how magnificent the three words of Harmony were.

All I know is that in the same month of the same year, I saw her, and her eyes were full of despair.

I'm writing, writing a story about redemption and hope.

Since reality does not allow perfection, then, I want to draw a perfect end to the broken lives of some people.

I want to put on a crystal slipper for some Cinderella......

Wu Kaiyang