Actually, I've been thinking about this testimonial for a long time. Not all stations are the first romance starters, search for 151+ reading books and you will know.

Now, I'm really done, but I don't want to use too flowery rhetoric or those exaggerated words to express my feelings.

When the trip is over, I always feel that my heart is empty.

It's like there's a missing piece in my heart, and it's very unreal.

I thought about how to write the finale, whether it was to have an earth-shattering battle or an epic gorgeous curtain call.

In the end, they all gave up.

Everyone says that it is a pit, or it is good, this is the ending I chose.

Actually, I hope Luo Yan is an ordinary person, a very ordinary person, like me, you, and everyone.

He will laugh, he will cry, he will be sad, he will be proud, after all, he is only a little over 2o years old.

I don't want him to become a powerful man who destroys the world, and I don't want him to become a pathetic person who is under great pressure.

I just want him to live happily in this book like an ordinary teenager.

Don't you think Luo Yan is tired?

In fact, many people say, isn't it all the author's sentence how to write? However, in fact, in my heart, I don't want to let Luo Yan be so lonely, and I don't want to make him so sad.

However, in order to fight to the end, he must walk on a pathetic single-plank bridge.

In 2o12, when I named him Luo Yan, I thought that maybe he could be like a cowardly little scoundrel, pestering Tie Gong for the rest of his life.

However, as I wrote more and more, Luo Yan eventually grew up.

Luo Yan is too lonely, like all of us, in this world, in this society, whose heart is not lonely? Who hasn't been alone in the night, who hasn't wept because of someone's departure?

I still remember last year, I was sitting on the Shanghai 844 bus at 7 p.m. with my laptop in my arms, and it took me more than 1 hour to get home.

I was able to write a chapter on the road, and it was a joy to be on my feet at that time. No matter how bad and nonsensical the footsteps are.

At least, on that night, I sat in the last row of the bus in the dim moonlight of the sky, tapping on my notebook.

I was happy at that moment, very, very happy.

Thank you to everyone who has read this book, at least everyone knows that there is a foot merchant named Luo Yan.

Thank you to those who are still reading this book, I know that you love this book as much as I do, and I know that when the time comes, you will be as sad as I am.

Thank you to those who have scolded me and my feet, because only those who have ever liked it will be angry because of its deterioration.

I, like Luo Yan, am an ordinary person who will not be found if I am lost in the crowd.

Actually, Luo Yan is me, I am Luo Yan, and I have shaped him into a microcosm of my heart.

Pessimism about love, resistance to oppression, and retention of my brother who left me.

Actually, Luo Yan and I are tired, lonely, and tired......

The anecdote of the foot-walking merchant is over!

With a total of more than 34o words and a period of more than a year, this is my debut novel, and it will also be a work that I will never be able to cross in my heart.

No matter what others think of it, I still love it!