At the beginning, I confessed: falling in love with me is a blank, or I am slow or dismissive of feelings, and I think that a person's life is even more exciting.

poking at my conscience, I have to say that because I am used to being alone, everything has naturally become a habit, and I don't really want to be lonely and old.

Since the reality is really difficult, it is the beginning of a fantasy love story. Although I know it myself, this story may not have many readers.

Even if I had a lot of momentum at the beginning, I couldn't tell how excited I was sitting in front of the computer, but later, gradually, gradually, I felt more or less about what I cared about outside of me.

After loving one thing too much, you will care less about it, let yourself become a lonely man, and concentrate on doing your own thing.

Speaking of which, when it comes to the beginning of the writing, it is very immature and is said to be very naïve.

After listening, he sat on the floor of his room with his back against the wall and watched the sky go from faint light to complete darkness. Sadness, but also reflection, and then rejoicing.

I'm glad I didn't realize the problem until the end, and I'm glad I was woken up.

The accumulation of chapter by chapter, the continuation of the story chapter by chapter, is now officially coming to an end.

I'm lucky I didn't give up.

I never thought about this because I never thought about giving up on what I started.

I think I'm a person who doesn't have many good qualities, but writing about this made me realize that once I really like something, once I start in my hands, I will never give up halfway.

As for the path I write in the future, I will continue to walk.

Speaking of which, there is my own shadow on Ran Kongxia's body.

To be honest, at the beginning, I was both familiar and unfamiliar with the characters in it, and sometimes it felt like I was talking about myself, and sometimes, it wasn't.

As an author, I can't bring it myself, let alone readers?

Halfway through, I tried to look at other authors, and I was lucky enough to find one worth learning and thinking about.

Next, my style began to slowly transform.

I want to grow up slowly.

After making a change, and then putting your feelings into it, suddenly, it feels different.

I met Ran Kongxia and saw through her heart. When I write about a scene, I fluctuate with her emotions.

At that time, I was very happy, and I was finally able to feel the mood of the characters.

The regret of regretting writing in the third person before is gone.

Speaking of fantasy, I'm ashamed of these two words, compared to other romance fantasy texts, I'm afraid this is pediatric, not much fantasy.

Although Ran Kongxia is the guardian star of the shadow country, she is just an ordinary human being if this is excluded.

A girl with a smile? No, no, it belongs to the attractive type. It's more common this way.

Her unusual place is that she can continue to be His Royal Highness, who was once so arrogant and never knew what it was to bow her head, was willing to give up her noble identity and status for her, and in the human world for her and her children, and firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, and trivial things to be happy and distressed.

I'm afraid most of such good men just appeared.

Small fights are sweet and sweet daily life, and they are not unmotivated to be satisfied with the status quo.

Although only a few life scenes are mentioned, it is conceivable that their future lives will be colorful.

All I can say is that all I hope for is such an ordinary and warm life.

At first I was not yet twenty years old, and what kind of life the other girls were looking forward to, although I don't know in detail.

Then I think about it, how much does other people's lives actually have to do with me?

Brush the circle of friends, meager and eager to tell others about your daily life, what you eat, what you play, your girlfriend or boyfriend is beautiful or very handsome, and you want to show off......

Or if you only know that school is hard, and you have fun sneaking around, you know that you can make friends and concentrate on fashion makeup, and you need to be beautiful and make more friends when you are young.

......

Needless to say, what kind of attitude is.

Many people are quite disdainful of writing this, and feel that they only know that they are wasting a lot of time by typing on a computer at home.

That's right, it seems like a waste of time, and the harvest is only known as the author himself. It's useless to say more, they don't understand it, they don't understand.

In that case, why bother with human beings who are not in the same world as us at all?

Only when your mind is at peace can you enter the world you have created.

I was worried that my mind was not calm and my mind was in a mess.

Even if the story is already in my head, I can't knock it out.

It must be a lie to say that I am not in a hurry, but later, I really am not in a hurry.

Sometimes you can judge whether you can continue to code words next, no, immediately turn off the computer or code other texts.

The more you procrastinate, the more you force yourself to write something, which is unwise.

"Mom, do you know what I want to do when I grow up?"

"What for?"

"Guess what. ”

"If you can't guess, if you want to say it, you can say it or not. ”

"Mom, I really want to write. ”

"Hmph, it's just you, you just study hard during the day, and think about it with a small quilt at night. ”

A conversation with my mom during my junior high school summer vacation.

Although it is a little vague now, the meaning of the main heart is still there.

At that time, I felt uncomfortable, but I couldn't say that my mother's words were too much, and I felt that I was thinking too much.

Actually, no, I haven't thought much about it, and after so many years, I still think about it, and I'm already working hard.

"Mom, no matter how bad the mood is, sitting in front of the computer, I'll be fine in no time. ”

“......”

Having said so much, some of them didn't, and the mood was quite cheerful, but then there was a hint of heaviness.

After it's over, even if it's really no more.

The story is still happening, but in his imagination, for which I don't expect to have much.

I only hope that readers who have read it have a longing for life and love.

Society is very realistic, but we also have to have illusions and smile at the people and things we will meet very different.