Eight thousand miles of wind and moon

According to the records of the starting point, the prologue of the book of the Silent Crown, which was disliked and incomprehensible by many readers, was uploaded in July of 15, and in fact it was written much earlier.

I had a lack of memory for time and the past, and it wasn't surprising to me that I forgot two-thirds of my class's names on the second day of high school graduation. By the way, the embarrassing peak of this incident was on the third day of graduation, when I met a female classmate on the street and was dumbfounded for a long time, "You, who are you?"

The story tells us that in the spring you forget a few names, you can reap a lot of disgust without having to fall to get a lot of disgust.

And you'll lose invitations to future reunions.

But who cares, right?

That's all in the past.

Compared to this, face blindness or something, it's not worth mentioning.

Now we want to turn the conversation back to the original track and talk about the origin of the creation of this book.

At that time, I had already left Beijing and came to Shanghai, where I found a new job, and every day I was swimming in fish, drinking, smoking, eating small hot pot, listening to Li Zongsheng's concerts, and I didn't know what new books or what the sky was.

What does the update have to do with me?

All in all, it's not cool.

I know I'm underwhelmed by that, but I can't lie to everyone, right? And I'm done with it now, and I'm not even afraid of a monthly pass, so what am I afraid of?

Ah, it seems like it's going on again, let's go on.

One day my boss called me into the office, poured me tea and toasted cigarettes, and said softly: "Fengyue, how are you doing after you come to our company?"

This kind of thing sounds bizarre, right?

Right!

Because this kind of thing can't happen at all!

In fact, there was no tea, no smoke, and no soft voices. The boss at the time was exercising with dumbbells, two well-developed biceps muscles were about to come out, and the vest covered the seven scars on his chest.

After beating the last passive copywriter to death in front of me, he wiped his hands clean, turned around and asked me: "Fengyue, do you think our company will make an IP?"

I said roar.

Then you come to a world view, and then another one, the number of words does not need to be much, just write a few million words, do you think you roar?

I said okay, no problem, it's on me!

After I got out of the office by luck, I squatted in the doorway and smoked a cigarette to suppress my shock, feeling that the days of fishing and playing games were gone.

Although I have some nostalgia for the luxurious life of sleeping until 12 o'clock at noon in the past and going home to continue to sleep back to sleep, in order to survive, things still have to be rewritten.

So, after a few brothers who lived in the same room, I rubbed an idea of using music to play magic from a friend, rubbed a few books, and rubbed a few lessons on world view......

In short, the east city rubs the horse, the west market rubs the saddle sheath, the north city rubs the bridle, and the south city rubs the long whip, and then he starts to drum it with his own stuffy head, and he looks at it after he is done......

Well, musician, natural disasters, there are this natural disasters, that natural disasters, and many more natural disasters.

Okay, the career setting is here, and the monsters are all working.

You can start doing it.

Then, here comes the question:

- What's the name of the main character?

This kind of thing is very serious, and it can't be called a second dog or an iron bolt. If the protagonist's name is not good, no readers will want to read it, and the settings I made up will soon be blind?

After trying a few names, I finally gave up on my ability to make a name, and I had to reach out to my friend's newborn daughter...... nickname.

Yes, let's call it Qingxuan, change it slightly, add the first word of her father's ID, 'Ye Qingxuan', let's work!

And this is a good deal, much better than what the name network is, not only does it not cost money, but also solves the name of the protagonist's father by the way!

It's like two corpses...... No, it's two ...... It's not right, it should be a stone and a bird or something, anyway, that's what it means, you guys GET to the right!

And, I want to say: Hack Ye Lanzhou to death, I'm super cool!

The so-called origin of creation is probably like this.

Also, I wish Xiao Qingxuan to grow up happily, and I hope she won't see this book, so that she won't be disappointed in the despicable world of adults.

She's so cute.

Super cute.

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In fact, I often feel confused when writing the character of Ye Qingxuan.

I don't want to write a book about Iron Throne II, or Heaven Drive II or something like that, this is a new book, the world is new, and the old bottle should not be filled with new wine, at least it can't be seen by people, otherwise it will be out of my temper.

Therefore, I had to repeatedly imagine Ye Qingxuan's people how to distinguish him from Zhou Li.

Zhou Li's character is so much like me.

It's the dark side hidden in my bones, the fierceness that is exposed.

And compared to Ye Qingxuan, it is simply the opposite of him.

I gave him something that was dear to me, as Charles said at the end, that he always had compassion for the world, not as Zhou Li had already carried countless hatreds.

He loves the world, unlike Zhou Li, even if the world is unfair to him and suffers so much.

Compared with human nature, what he has in his bones is the most 'divinity', compassion and quietness, he walks his own way without looking back, if the world is not good, then he will break all this and create a better one.

It can make more people happy.

He is full of anticipation and trust in the future of humanity, and firmly believes that it will be good.

Although he refuses to be a god, in a sense, he is more suitable to be a god than Charles.

Charles is too weak, sensitive and weak, kind enough to sacrifice himself.

Even if everything is worn away by the world.

In the past, Wilde, the 'prince of the mouth', wrote a "happy prince" that many people regarded as a 'fairy tale'.

Pirated booksellers have no culture, and when they see that birds can talk, they put them in a collection of fairy tales, which brings the first shadow in their lives to many children, and sincerely wishes them to be killed by the children when they grow up.

According to the story, the statue of the prince was covered with gold leaves, and the eyes were a pair of sapphires, as beautiful as a wind beacon. There was a large ruby set in the hilt of his sword.

Everybody loved him.

The lone swallow fell on him, and he said that there was a cry from afar, asking him to give one of his eyes to the sick little boy, and the next day, he said that someone was in pain, and asked him to give the other eye to the one who was in pain.

The swallow loved him, and was reluctant to leave, nor could resist his tears and pleas, pecked off his eyes, his sword, and his golden garment, and ran through the winter, bringing those things to the prince's mercy.

In the end, people may be happy.

And the prince also lost everything, without ornate decorations, became ugly, and even lost the swallow, which froze to death in the cold winter.

In the end, only a lead heart was left that had been broken by the death of the swallow.

No one loves him ugly anymore.

Those he had helped pushed him into the furnace and melted it away, leaving only the cracked lead heart and the swallow's corpse lying in the garbage heap.

At the end of the story, God says that it is a precious treasure and resurrects them in heaven, singing praises.

But I think this ending may have been forcibly added by the publisher...... In the original story, the prince and the swallow probably did not receive salvation.

Unfortunately, this is not a happy story.

This is probably the Charles.

He didn't even have a swallow to love him, he sacrificed himself, exchanged his blood for food, exchanged his body for miracles, but humans began to be afraid.

But on the other hand, it may be problematic to pin the fate of the whole world on whether one person is good or not, right?

As Charles said, he finally figured it out: the world doesn't need him.

If he had nothing in the first place, I am afraid he would not have suffered so much. He may do his best to help those who are suffering, but eventually he will feel powerless one day.

It's like a human being.

It's like you and me.

If you live your life without regrets, it doesn't seem to be bad.

In short, after gaining a new life in the future, Charles will surely have an even more fantastical and incredible journey to the dark world, right?

How do you solve a problem as a purely human being? It's interesting to think about, but that's off topic.

This is the end of the story of the Crown of Silence.

From now on, what belongs to mankind will belong to mankind, and what will be from the great source will return to the great source.

The Inquisition will also be transformed into a pioneering institution for the dark world, and musicians with mobile phones will come out to look for jobs after attending classes, and all spell casting records will be recorded in real time.

After a short period of industrial revolution, with the power of the ether, I am afraid that it will soon catch up with the level of modern society, right?

And then the story, I'm afraid, will follow another outline before I wrote Silence, well, in terms of the time of its birth, Silence should be a prequel to it.

——The final journey of a teenager and a girl under the monopoly of technology, the road to death of a silent mute boy and a happy girl.

But I'm afraid I won't have a chance to write it, so I'll mention it here and leave a memory for everyone.

Although there may not be an echo if you don't forget, how can you know if you don't remember it?

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Now, the Crown of Silence is finally over.

Writing the Silent Crown is really an unprecedented challenge for me, as a mad slash enthusiast, not being able to write Berserker is like eating hot pot without red soup, how to write and how to taste wrong, I can only start to explore a new field from then on.

Although it seems to be back on the old road when I touch it, it is really a new experience, and I have learned a lot of things that I can't use in the cool text, which should be considered rewarding...... Right?

When thinking about the setting, I tried my best to strip the world from the gravity of reality where you and I are, and even changed the hair color of the Oriental people to silver, and added one to the moon in the sky, bringing the reader as much novelty as possible.

Well, the DND is good, the OD is also very good, and then add two spoons of COC to it......

However, when writing it, it was the other way around, and I needed to make it as familiar as I could, so that people could fit into it, and make sure that the plot would develop the way I wanted it to.

The sins that I did before have to be repaid now, even if I vomit blood, and Kavinka has been in pain countless times.

Thankfully, although it almost derailed several times, it did not overturn after all. The train has successfully arrived at the final station, please prepare to pack up and salute...... Then, before getting off the bus, let's miss the friends who jumped out of the car halfway.

I really hope they can come back.

At least the next time I'm driving, we'll still have a good time together.

I thought about whether or not to say what kind of world I wanted to create, how dark, how big, how cruel, and how beautiful I wanted to be...... But in the end, I feel that for an author, no matter how big the worldview is, in the end, there is only a story in the corner, right?

The story begins with Ye Qingxuan's exile and ends with Ye Qingxuan's wedding, and Ye Qingxuan's friends appear one by one, and the curtain call is one by one.

Either the ambition is not promoted, or the satisfaction dies, or the road continues to walk on the turbulent road......

This is good, this is their fate, their will is not distorted to choose the end for themselves, compared to the magnificent long-cherished wishes they have, death or life no longer matter.

Hey, what the hell are idealists.

It's like the wolf flute said to the priest: "The happiest person who can die for his dreams!"

It's so handsome to be able to face your ideals openly, walk on that road with sincerity and perseverance, and die without regret for something more important than life.

That's how the so-called 'man's romance' should be.

- That's what I thought!

So, it doesn't seem like there's a problem with sending more bento, right?

Thanks to "King of Light", Roger Zerazny is awesome, 100,000 times better than me, and I love this whimsical punk vibe.

May he be well in heaven.

By the way, in fact, at the beginning, at the same time as the writing of the Silent Crown, I was still preparing a manga adaptation.

At that time, according to the style of American comics, a total of four manga scripts were prepared in the form of illustrations.

"Son of the Wild" about the gladiator road of the wolf flute past, "Eyes of the Starry Sky" about the years of Abraham's dragoons, "The Death of the Enlightened" about the final struggle between Hermes and the Eastern Princes, and the last "Where the Soul Is" with Ye Xuan as the protagonist.

It's a pity that in the end, due to manpower problems, it had to be shelved, which is a pity.

Therefore, in order to make up for the gap in the logic of the text, I had to move some of the plots to the main text, and some of them really couldn't fit in, so I had to cut them off.

Now when I think about it, I always sigh: It's a pity that I can't pretend to be successful to everyone!

There is no way, there are always regrets in life.

Manpower is sometimes poor, and for me, there is only so much that I can do my best.

After all, "The Crown of Silence" is so clear and abusive, as a cool author, he is always overwhelmed...... Well, I'm sorry I accidentally abused it again, it's my fault, please forgive me.

Probably ...... in the future Maybe...... Possible...... Don't abuse it, right?

Ah, when I wrote this, I really had a feeling of scum going home to cheat money and pay for gambling debts.

Anyway, you're still loving me, aren't you?

I believe that this is the bond between us!

Even if I post a QR code in the readership every day, I can't cut it, right?

After all, it's normal to celebrate and draw a card after this book.,It's not my fault that I can't draw the bow!STEAM has reduced the price again, and I can't help it.,Zelda is going to Chinese out in February.,If you don't buy it, you can't ......

Not to mention having to support a family.

Hey, as a man who has entered the delicate health period of middle age ahead of schedule, life is really difficult.

If you want to blame it, blame this cruel world! Look at what life has become of a teenager who once blushed when he asked for a monthly pass!

So, after fully exposing your shameless face, let's talk about something else as if nothing happened.

Serious topics about life.

It's serious, but it doesn't seem to be serious.

After all, it's neither peculiar nor incomprehensible, and there aren't many stories worth telling.

If you go into a long article, it seems that you can cheat a subscription of more than a dozen yuan, but if it is simpler, it is probably nothing more than 'I am still living a stable life'.

The world has not been destroyed, human affairs have not been burned, and no king from another world has summoned me to eradicate the demon king, and all the plots that can save the world seem to be far away from me.

But compared to 'getting married', it seems that it is not a pity that these things are far away.

- I, Fengyue, ...... No, it's marriage!

Ah, for me, it felt as if something that was so far away from me suddenly appeared in front of me, and everything was done at a speed that I didn't imagine.

After it seems that all the luck I have saved in the first half of my life, I met a girl with the same pen name as me, and suddenly I fell in love, and suddenly I got married, and the change of fate was always unexpected.

It's like God is really fed up with my crooked complaints, and can only wronged a girl to sacrifice herself so that I can shut up quickly.

– This story tells us that it is necessary to petition regularly...... Probably.

In short, it's good to get married, it's good to get married, live a luxurious life with clothes to reach out and food to open your mouth, no need to hand over your salary, no need to sweep the floor every day, and don't wash dishes, especially not to be abused every once in a while, my arm was fallen, and my broken eye was accidentally dropped to the ground!

Okay, let's stop talking about this hurtful topic, let's think on the bright side.

Can someone understand that you occasionally sit hysterically in front of the computer and grab your hair, stay up late and can't sleep, toss and turn and then run to the toilet to smoke, can't think of a plot and is so depressed that you don't want to do anything.

Being able to tolerate your bad temper can make you say goodbye to the bad self of the past, and can make you better.

That's the best thing in life.

So it's good to get married.

My wife is so nice!

It's as if you took your wife to the Tokyo Sky Tree on April 15 and found that the warmest place in the world is on the Sky Tree.

My wife is the best!

That's something to write about.

For creators, life and work are inextricably linked.

It's like opening your eyes and turning yourself into two parts, one part is thinking about the next plot and the next development all the time, and a small part ensures that you won't be hit by a car when you walk on the road while thinking about the plot.

Sometimes after figuring out a plot, quickly write it down, and when you raise your head, look at the unfamiliar scene in front of you, and start to ask three questions about life.

Who am I, what am I doing, where the hell do I want to go?

I'm used to thinking about the next plot and Calvin's place before going to bed, so that although there are occasional surprises, there are two drawbacks that can't be escaped.

The first one is when you are sleepy, and a flash of inspiration flashes in your mind, and you wake up suddenly. The second question is the next question, you are almost asleep, do you want to reach out from the bedside and pick up the phone, turn on the screen of the blind man, and write down your inspirations......

Although the result is the same every time, the next time you will inevitably be struggling with whether to pick up that damn phone or not!

And the problems I have to face now in doing so are:

After writing the silence, I couldn't sleep.

I habitually think about something, but my mind is all empty, there is nothing, and countless thoughts are surging one after another. When I open my eyes during the day, I don't know what to do.

It's as if a person has been released from prison and set free.

Difficulty fitting into the next gap.

Even if you are addicted to playing games, eating and sleeping every day, sleeping and eating, and living a life where pigs will have no desires, you will still inevitably feel - too wasteful, I should do something.

The moment you start to get used to writing on your own, when you bring this thing into your life, your life is ruined by creation.

In other words, there is only one kind of creation left.

There are very few things left, not even one worth writing about.

After enduring a lot of pain through it, you can get that little bit of consolation-like happiness, which is very uncost-effective and extremely unhealthy.

But it can't be helped, you volunteer.

One is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer.

Until one day you can't write at all, put down the keyboard and pen, endure a long period of anxiety, send it away, and then live in a house full of traces, and when you look through old things, you will remember its phone number, and want to call it back and continue to torture you.

I feel sick myself.

But it's such a joy to write.

It's second only to being as happy as getting married, and compared to it, there are many things that you will willingly give up.

That's probably my life.

What is left after getting rid of the monthly mortgages, credit card bills, and the things in the hospital is now in front of your eyes.

Since I started writing in college, my life has gone from regular to chaotic, and then from chaotic to regular, and after repeating this for dozens of hundreds of years, it has become what it is today.

I returned to Shanxi from Xi'an when I was writing about steel, I ran from Shanxi to Beijing when I was writing about Tianqi, I had already run from Beijing to Shanghai when I was writing about Silence, and I ran from Shanghai to Chengdu before I finished the book.

After running all the way, he took root, circled a place to make his own nest, and since then he has eaten 300 rabbit heads a day and grown into a Chengdu person.

Running along the way, I went on a business trip to Xinjiang in the middle, drove the whole Xinjiang to see half of it, and galloped through the wilderness, I remember that the sky was very high at that time, the clouds were very low, and the earth and the clouds were separated by a line, as if to extend to the end of the world.

When I got married, I went to Guang'an and collected a lot of money from friends. After that, I went to Japan, rushed with my wife all the way, and successfully returned from Japan alive with half-baked Japanese, and within eight hours, staged a 'fire line rescue' in Osaka, or 'fire line rescue'.

By the way, I ran out of money.

After chasing the restlessness of the return to the light at the end of his youth, he came to Chengdu after sprinkling the last bit of youth.

Now, my home is next to the university where my wife graduated, and there is a snack street downstairs that takes two hours to eat from beginning to end.

And the cheap ones are to die, and the cheap ones are to die, and the cheap ones are to die!

Important things are repeated three times.

That's one of the few things worth saying in my life right now.

Moving is a hassle, and I haven't done it yet, and I haven't gotten used to a new life of doing nothing yet.

For the sake of livelihood, I'm afraid I'll be busy again soon.

Next, it is expected that I will be busy and secretly publish a book at the starting point, regardless of the reader's taste and the reaction of the market, and try the manipulation in my head during this period of time.

And then the next book, I was oscillating between The Super-Civilized Council and another pit...... It seems that both books are fun.

What will happen to the rest of life?

I really can't think of it.

The world is changing so fast that I can't keep up, and I have to make plans full of holes and uncertainties from the narrow confines of my control.

The air conditioner has broken down in the past two days, both of them have broken down, and they are completely broken, and they are broken in this cold and windy day. And the master who came to repair the air conditioner brought new bad news: it is better to replace it with a new one to this extent, no, it is two.

Then you can only change to a new one, endure the pain of bleeding in your waist bag, and you won't buy a game console if you know it earlier.

In the new year, I want to buy a dishwasher and a better chair, the former is a little better for my wife, and the latter is a little better for me. I want to install a desktop computer again to realize the ambition of taking my wife to open the black, and I hope she will not break down the relationship between our husband and wife.

I want to play the world of fierce men; I want to play the Chinese version of Zelda; I want to collect all the moons in the Odyssey and kill the golden turtle of the dog day by the way; I want to make my SSR more and more; I want to save money to go to Iceland, I like the film "Daydreamer", and I have always wanted to see volcanoes and glaciers.

I want to get better and get rid of my bad temper.

Want to spend more time with your family.

Want to make more money.

I want to continue on this path.

I want to keep writing until I can't write anymore, until no one loves me as much as you do.

That's probably my ambition in life.

Some can be realized, some are far away, some need to work hard, and some can only talk about it and think about it in their hearts.

The advantage of making a little more wish is that there are always a few wishes that come true—and that's one of the pieces of life wisdom I've gained after more than 20 years of living in a mess.

Here I will tell you this secret skill, please cherish it and don't say it.

From the beginning of the silence to the end, more than two years, more than two years have accumulated a lot of lackluster thoughts and impulses, which cannot be listed here.

Sometimes I feel that I have changed a lot compared to the past, and I am like two people. But sometimes, in a sudden, you will find that you are still the same version of yourself in the past.

I don't know which one is an illusion.

The world is constantly changing, and I think my life and I will continue to change until I have enough power to change the world, or the world finally takes the time to change myself.

Until then, I may not give up my futile efforts.

From Xi'an to Shanxi, from Shanxi to Beijing, from Beijing to Shanghai, from Shanghai to Chengdu......

Over the years, I have worked all the way, from one person to two people, from lonely to not lonely, from the past to the present, from the beginning to the present-

It's a long road, and it's more than enough for 8,000 miles.

And it can be predicted that the future will continue to move forward until the end of life. From 8,000 li to 80,000 li, 800,000 li to 8 million and 80 million li......

So, this time the Crown of Silence, this is what the ordinary train can reach, please take your packed luggage and get off the train with me in an orderly manner.

Waiting for the future to someday, the whistle will sound again.

Hopefully, when that time comes, we will be able to meet on a new path.

I'm sure we'll be together.

Wind Moon

On January 7, 2018, in a hotel at the foot of Mount Emei.