Originally, I was going to send another chapter of long testimonials when it was put on the shelves, but today is more special, so let's take it as a 400,000-word testimonial.

In five days, it will be three months before "Maoshan Yin Coffin" is serialized, and on August 15th, late that night, I suddenly wanted to write a novel about Maoshan Taoism, so I stayed up all night, writing outlines, creating characters, and thinking about plots.

At the beginning, many editors were dismissive of my book, and some gods even bluntly said that my novel would not be read or signed, and my beginning was only 5,000 words, but it was changed more than a dozen times. For three whole days, I questioned whether I could write a novel at all, and whether anyone would read the novel I wrote.

At 40,000 words, the authors of the same period have either given up or signed contracts and started to ascend to their first strong position, and I am still silently flipping through the feng shui book left by my eldest aunt and father-in-law.

At 50,000 words, the first text message on the site suddenly came, and I clicked it excitedly, only to find that it was just an encouraging message from the starting point.

In the starting bar, in the writer group, many people have already signed contracts at the time of 10,000 words, and many people persuade me to give up and start over, but I still have the mentality of giving it a try: worry about something, maybe the editor didn't see it. I waited until 100,000 words before I took the initiative to apply for a contract to try.

Thankfully, during the month when I was most confused, my family, friends, and people I liked were all supportive, and everyone had high hopes for me, believing that my books would attract people—or at least them.

So I deleted the friends of those who advised me to give up, and I started to stop reading the post bar and quit the writer group that kept Didi every day.

Write books seriously.

It was early in the morning, and I tiredly clicked through the writer's backstage to see if the collection had gone up by two or three.

At this time, the second on-site text message came.

Three groups of editors submitted for signing. Please contact the editor as soon as possible. Negotiate with the sugar editor about signing a contract.

I did.

From my first reader, the first collection, the first recommendation, to the click of more than 10,000, the collection of more than 1,000, and the first reward, the first book review.

to 400,000 today. That's what I spent 100 days and nights sitting in front of a computer with back pain and numbly typing.

400,000 is already one-third of the words in this book, Han Shui has grown from an ordinary high school graduate to a responsible man, and I have changed from a college student with everything to a **silk with nothing.

yes, that's what I want to say most tonight.

Three months ago, I had good friends and people who were always with me, and after three months, I pushed them all out of my life, and until today, I am swallowed up by Dugu. Wake up early to wash up, write a book, spend an afternoon in a daze, go to the library to read a book for the night without any hunger, and then go back to the dorm to see how many clicks the novel has risen, and see if there are any new reviews.

This is my life now, and the last thing I want.

Why does Han Shui long for blandness, but he has been bumpy, and why is Ghost Leng willing to abandon bumping for Han Shui and return to blandness.

Suddenly, one day, I found out that I was living this life.

I've always felt that a person's life shouldn't be idle, in more than a year of college, I haven't slept really once, I haven't played games in the dormitory all day like in the movies, I have seized many opportunities to exercise myself, expand my social network, learn new things and skills, I want to be a different person, I want to be a focus.

I want the eyes of the world to be on me, and that's who I am.

It's not that newborn calves aren't afraid of tigers, it's my character; And I was afraid that it would be fearless, so I frantically absorbed the knowledge and filled my mind. When someone becomes an obstacle in my path, I push them out of my way.

I have been living for a long time.

This is what Zilu said. And I saw this sentence in Feng Zikai's "Buddha Without Soul".

I'm a person who is very prone to sadness, yes, the kind of hypocritical dog who grieves when he sees falling leaves, and tears when he listens to love songs. But I haven't been hypocritical for a long, long time, because I know that hypocrisy doesn't give me anything, it only gives me an opportunity to hate me.

Back to the novel, I've been thinking about it lately, what does "Maoshan Yin Coffin" teach everyone? The purpose of writing a novel is to create a character, and the character is to convey a spirit or thought. What kind of image is Han Shui? And what did he convey?

It doesn't seem to be.

Suddenly, I felt that I had wasted too many indifferent feelings on these 400,000 words, and I didn't really write what I should write as a writer.

But at least that's one of my dreams.

I hope that in the future, when my parents introduce me to others, they will say, "My son wrote "Maoshan Yin Coffin", and I hope that my children will know that their father once wrote such an interesting story.

That's why I've been sticking to it.

For three months, I would like to thank the book lovers who have been with me, Yanda, Nana, and the book friends who created the world.

I also have two friends who have been with me for seven years, Gao Pengkai and Fu Lin, who have been by my side since I typed the first word in my second year of junior high school, encouraging me to write books.

Thank you very much.

No matter how lonely this road is, from today onwards, I will walk extraordinary.