I didn't want to write a postscript, but when I think about it, the first two books have been written, and this one is not an exception, otherwise I always feel like the book is not finished.

Frankly speaking, at the beginning of the book, I had some expectations, and I saved about 130,000 words of manuscripts at that time, thinking about how I could save enough 200,000 yuan in the new book period, and then I could have more after it was put on the shelves, and rushed to the new book monthly ticket list that I had never rushed (what an unrealistic idea)

However, not long after the new book was put on the shelves, the elders in the family suddenly became seriously ill and were directly pulled to the hospital by 120, where they were in a coma for a day and a night.

At that time, not to mention the rules of writing, the rules of life were completely disrupted, and it was not just me, but the whole family, and they would influence each other, and the negative emotions were almost bursting.

Then, in the spring season, everything finally had some clues, but I could hardly calm down and write. One is that the time I can sit down every day is very fragmented, and the other is that I can't write it down when I sit down. In fact, for a long time after the shelves, I can only write one or two thousand words a day, sometimes people sit in front of the computer, but their minds are chaotic and blank, completely relying on the manuscript to support, fortunately I saved some manuscripts before the shelf, and did not drop the chain at the most critical juncture, now I think about it is a fluke.

Then, I don't know if it was because I ran to the hospital every day, and my own body began to feel uncomfortable, and I had a lot of check-ups, and I was anxious and worried almost every day. After that, everything finally became stable and regular, but my writing state never recovered.

I don't know if you often go to the hospital, but when I used to go to the hospital when I was sick, I would always have the idea of cherishing life and living my own value, and I would always become more positive and harder.

But this time was different.

I saw immediate death in the hospital.

And this is about to become the norm, because I still have to run to the hospital every day, and there are a lot of elderly people in the hospital, and their form, living environment, and the indescribable things they reveal have a profound impact on me.

All of a sudden, I didn't know what the meaning of life was.

This confusion was once before I quit my job and went home to write full-time. At that time, I decided to be a person who takes myself seriously and lives up to my dreams and time.

But this time it was different.

This time, I realized that life was vain and meaningless.

I often wonder what the point of forcing myself to sit in front of my computer every day and type these words.

What's the point of me trying to leave something in the world?

After all, it's hard to say how long the human race can exist, let alone the so-called civilization created by humans? Not much, one global volcanic eruption is enough to destroy everything.

This pessimistic, depressed thought pops up in my mind almost every day.

I know it's still not a state of mind, but in fact every word I write, when it comes to you, it's valuable.

But, yes, dear ones, pessimism and depression are completely emotional things, no matter how strong the intellect is, it and emotion are two parallel lines after all. And in this year, in my body, they are completely separated.

On the one hand, I believe that to live should be to have goals, struggles, and fight for ideals (just like Chen Ying); On the other hand, there is always a voice saying to me: everything you work hard for is just dust, and life is short.

So, I spent every day in entanglement and self-doubt, thinking about the meaning of life in front of the computer. It seems ridiculous, but when it does come to me, I feel terrible, boundless terrible......

Okay, let's not talk about that, I'll digest these negative emotions by myself.

In short, I wrote so much that I just want to say sorry to my dear.

When I wrote at the end of the period, I was really in a hurry every day, and I couldn't finish the 4,000 words until the last moment, in fact, many times I started to sit down in the afternoon, but I couldn't finish the day's update until the evening.

Therefore, the typos in this article can be called the most of the three books, especially the last fifty chapters, which are tiring and more typos. Fortunately, the detailed outline was very clear before, and the content that was updated every day was counted, which is really thankful.

Fortunately, the full text was finally written as planned.,The next side update time is uncertain.,I want to slow down the rhythm first.,See if you can adjust the state.。

As for the new text, if nothing else, it will be a modern text, and the possibility of fantasy is relatively high (in fact, I originally wanted to write romance, but I was really not sure, after all, I am an embarrassed little expert), I hope to meet with my relatives as soon as possible.

I hope to see each and every one of you again by then.

Love you guys.

Happy New Year.

Yao Jishan

January 1, 2019