So time leaves the aroma

――2009~2016 belongs to the seven years of "Jue Ji".

It has no life and is therefore indestructible;

It has no emotion, and therefore it is not to be solicited of pity, forgiveness, or sympathy;

It has no soul and therefore cannot be devoured, polluted, or captured;

It has no perception and is therefore fearless, fearless, ruthless, and unmatched.

It will be like a lover's gentle whisper in your ear, entangled with you until death, you can't get rid of it, you can't escape, you can't overcome.

You'll be slowly indulging in the shimmering platinum sheen.

I close the document on the page and click Save. Then the file system shows that the last time it was saved was July 19, 2010 - more than five years have passed.

Seven years ago, I was 25 years old, and it was an energetic and sentimental age. Every day, all kinds of fantasies are generated in the mind, and countless fictional people spend their long fictional lives in the fictional world. The author is born with a god-like arrogance and ruthlessness, who gives life to his characters and then calmly reaps them.

Man does not become God, because man loves man, but God does not love man. God has mercy and mercy on man.

In that year, I began serializing the story "The Legend of the Knight".

I never imagined that I would be entangled with a story for so long, intermittently, tugging and tugging, stumbling and hating—and in the process, many people accompanied me, watching the world on and off.

Traces of the Knight.

For seven years, I've been exposed to these two words from time to time. In the four or five years since the story was interrupted, I can still see information about this story from various places, and they in the story still maintain the same appearance, but the people who read the story have gradually grown up.

――I first fell in love with a character in a book in the sixth grade of elementary school, his name is Yinchen, I am now in college, and I am very busy on a normal day, and I basically have no time to read novels. I can hardly remember the plot of Silver Dust, but I still remember the name, and every time I think of him, it is like thinking of an old friend who has known each other for a long time.

――After graduating from the college entrance examination, I did not do well in the exam, and went to a university that I did not like very much. At that time, I was depressed and didn't socialize much with my classmates. I started watching "Jue Ji" at that time, and many years have passed (I don't remember how many years), and now I have graduated from college, worked for two years, and gave birth to my first baby. Time flies so fast, it doesn't stand up to thought.

-- Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. Every time I read this poem, I don't know why, what I think of is not Su Dongpo, but the farewell in Rennes City back then. After that, they never saw each other again for many years. "I don't know when I'll be able to see this story. Because of this, I hate Guo Jingming, I used to like him so much.

I have a lot of notebooks that I use to record the settings and plots of the Legends novel. It was densely filled with all kinds of sudden inspirations, and whenever such a spark burst in my mind, I was very excited, and I always recorded it as fast as I could. Therefore, the handwriting is sloppy, and others cannot understand it at all. But I myself can know all the magnificent fantasies and thrilling plots in it. In the years when I was writing my legacy, I always carried these notebooks with me, and the story settings and outline layouts in them unfolded page by page over time.

Later, I started making movies and started doing a lot of other things. I enjoy everything about cinema, because it is a creation that belongs to another field, and all the images that belong to your mind can be truly presented in front of the audience, and I can only write these illusions with the help of the pen in my hand, and I am not sure whether the picture imagined by the reader is the same as what I expressed. And finally I had a hard-won opportunity, and I began to immerse myself in the work of cinema like a thirsty traveler who saw a spring in the desert.

Until one day, when I was cleaning out the drawers, I flipped through these notebooks, and I sat on the floor and spent hours re-reading, excited and frustrated. What makes me happy is that there are so many exciting images in it, and to my dismay, there are so many scribbled handwriting in it that I can't read it. It's like being confronted with a safe, I know it holds my most precious things, but I've lost my keys.

Time can always change a lot of things that you once thought would never change, your looks, your youth, your memories, your smell, the colors you like, the foods you hate......

In the past few years, many readers have continued to leave messages on my Weibo, asking me if I still write "Jue Ji" and when I will be able to see the story behind "Jue Ji". Then as time passed, these messages became less and less, and gradually drowned out by various other news and hot spots.

A lot of people say that if it weren't for the fact that "Jue Ji" was going to be made into a movie, I wouldn't have thought of this novel. Maybe it is, maybe it doesn't.

From time to time, I always think of this story that has just begun, how regrettable it is, and how much it has not had time to unfold a broad enough picture, and I have always had the impulse to pick up the pen and continue this story countless times over the years, but always sigh and put it down gently.

Probably too busy. I say this to myself sometimes.

I don't know if anyone else believes it, because I don't know if I believe it myself.

Now, seven years later, I have once again started the serialization of "Jue Ji". In the past few years, although the story has stopped updating, there is still a slow-growing tree in my mind, and in the past seven years, it has gradually flourished, and I myself can't even make out what it used to look like - a brilliant flower, exuding the fragrance of time.

Instead of continuing the story from the point of break, I chose to revise it again and serialize it from the beginning - on the one hand, many readers at that time had lost their patience, lost their waiting, and lost their impulses, and they had blurred the outline of the story and the causes and consequences for a long time, for which I blamed myself and was also lost. On the other hand, I am 25 years old and 32 years old, I am no longer in the same state of mind. The once gorgeous and complicated rhetoric, in my adult opinion, has an indescribable awkwardness and cumbersomeness. In the process of revision, I also found that I liked more and more concise and powerful descriptions, and tended to be direct and short-handed. Many of the settings that have not yet been developed have conflicted with the words that were hastily written during serialization, and there is also an opportunity to revise them together. Of course, there are also some settings that I used to think were cool and domineering, but now it seems to me that they will not seem so real.

Yes, it's true.

I wanted to create a reality that belongs to a story like "The Legend" that doesn't seem to be real.

I want those names to be no longer just a name.

It's an old man from a distant world.

When I re-serialized, I revised a lot of bugs and cumbersome descriptions in the past. In the middle of these re-revisions, I was accompanied by familiar memories. It's like the magnolia outside the window in my childhood, which always exudes a strong fragrance on a midsummer night. Some people like the new version of the revision, of course, there are many people who don't, and all kinds of voices appear on the Internet like a sea. It was like dense raindrops that fell on the surface of the water and bloomed many, many ripples.

I'm not sad, I'm happy.

Because, I have found you again. Time has changed the traces of the past, like a hurricane that topples a city over again. But you still shine when you first met.

Let's start again.

"The fog and snow are zero dust, the mountains are heavy, and the frost leaves are red. The sound of fishing in the harbor started, and I met you again. ”