It's been a long time, a long time, and there's no such impulse.

I mean the urge to write something. Perhaps it is because of living in a fast-paced city and a bright working environment, there is less perception and summary of ordinary life. This kind of opportunity and idea to express feelings based on words is rare and rare.

I vaguely remember that I only published some of my own logs in QQ space back then, some ignorant, some indignant, some sad, some happy, some curious, and some happy. Find a quiet night, be alone, tap on the keyboard, recall what happened, and present your feelings in the form of words, whether it is for yourself to be read or for others to read, to release your emotions. As for whether it affected the people around it, it is unknown.

Now, there is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me to fulfill the dream I have been chasing since I was born but gave up halfway, and I gave up. Moreover, there is no hope for the rest of your life.

That's why I remembered to express my inner feelings in this way.

Actually, just because of the word "dragon".

One is my boss, Lao Long. One is the gentle dragon Zixi. The two of them occupy a large proportion of my heart, and they are especially important, even more than my adoptive father.

Suffice it to say, I have a soft spot for the word "dragon".

There are five reasons: first, because of the two important roles in my life, Lao Long and Long Zixi; second, I am also surnamed Long, when my adoptive father picked me up when I was very young, I actually knew that my surname was Long, but I never remembered other things; third, I have a profession related to dragons, painter, and I paint dragons full-time; fourth, my half-way dream is related to dragons; and fifth, dragons have always been my belief before working in the "Old Dragon Hair House".

When it comes to work, it will involve life, and the topic of "living" will naturally be highlighted.

The word "alive" is full of power in language, and its power does not come from the cry of the heart, nor from the attack, but from bearing, to assume the responsibilities that life gives us, and then to face the suffering and mediocrity that reality gives us, and even to reveal and change something.

Therefore, it is not so easy to live. At least, that's what I think.

Of course, such a deep understanding was gradually formed after I went to Lao Long's hair house.

For a long time, my paintings have been rooted in a tension with reality. I was so caught up in imagination and dreams, and I was tightly controlled by reality, and I felt the reality of that faith, but I couldn't make myself pure.

It wasn't until I came to Lao Long's hair house that I really felt the reality, even if it was a little weird. It was also from that time that my paintings broke through the bottleneck and entered the ranks of full-time dragon painters.

However, some things happened that were difficult to explain with common sense, and I slowly realized that in fact, the fact that I signed a different labor contract from other employees was only the beginning of what I wanted to talk about.

A crazy DJ veteran, a secret cocktail, a magical vinyl record, a seemingly ordinary ink painting, and some familiar melodies have become the standard of my work.

However, it is precisely because of these, coupled with the appearance of Long Zixi in my life later, that I have experienced a unique life journey as a painter, and it has allowed me to regain those lost memories.

In addition to gratitude, it is inevitable that there are other feelings.

Although there may never be a time to meet Long Zixi again, I believe that the love is there, the heart is there, and they will reunite with each other in the future.

Looking back suddenly, Zixi is gone, I am still here, and I will continue to paint. As always, draw dragons, draw good dragons, draw live dragons.

Because, the old dragon needs me. Here, too, I am needed.

I don't know how long it will take, I only write the memory with her in this book, to express lovesickness, chat for comfort.

You are not there, the heart is a trace, I am here, quietly waiting for you to return!

However, the drunkenness of lovesickness is difficult to control my heart, and I finally embark on the road of shuttling through the dragon road.

Everything starts with curiosity, just not knowing how it ends.

I'm not a commodity, so why explain.

So, read the book and I'll tell you everything about me.