Thank you, thank you, thank you for seeing this.

Do you see yourself?

I am a pretentious author.

From now on, every word that is typed out is slow.

It was the beginning of the 20th century, when the pandemic was raging, and I suddenly had an idea, I have so many friends and so many stories, why don't I use a novel to record everyone?

I started writing about the people who influenced me in my novels, and I wanted to be as close as possible to the real life of everyone.

"Chen Yuexi" is not a protagonist, it is only a person who promotes the development of the story, everyone is the protagonist, unfortunately, I didn't write this feeling of multiple protagonists, so I simply used the title "I" directly in the next few articles.

I had hoped to write a novel that would still move me years later.

I began to think back to the vast number of stories that had happened around me, bringing them together and conceiving them into chapter-by-chapter fragments.

My original intention was to write an unfinished novel, but it was also a novel that began like this, and it was destined that if there was an ending, it must be hastily ended.

Everyone who appears in the plot, I thought about giving them an ending, but I still stopped, even if it is a novel, since it involves the prototype, what right do I have to arrange a script for them?

The whole process of writing a novel, more than two years, I updated very slowly, I am sorry for the readers, but it is also such a large period of time, so that the people and things around me continue to change, until my own mentality of writing novels has changed.

I can't continue this novel, it may incorporate the idea that I have some negative energy, although I don't have the responsibility of spreading positive energy, but I don't want to pass on negative energy, so it's not me.

Influenced by the good and the bad, I need to organize my thoughts, I have to think about a lot of things.

I don't even know when I started, my dream is to become a writer, how can this sentence come out of the mouth of a scumbag? But then I thought about it, there are so many writers, and they are all so ordinary at the beginning, what do I dare not think about? A dream is a dream because it is not a distance that can be reached in one step.

I worked hard to write, I tried to express my thoughts, I tried to resonate with every character, but I still can't deny that this is a failed but loving novel.

I thought I'd have other novels in the future, but my advice to myself is: be close to life, but not too close to life. Because this kind of novel will make me think ahead and backward in my writing, and my thoughts will be constantly affected, so that I can't see my true self in the work.

Some of the fragments in the novel are true, fictional, and regretful.

I couldn't keep everyone around me to the point where I could pretend to accept everyone's departure. It looks like reconciliation, but I know it's numbness.

When I get out of the quagmire, I will bring other novels with independent thinking.

"I Want to Escape This Crazy World" is an excellent novel for me.

The mood is a little heavy right now, but it's okay.

Let's look forward to the story of the future.

A 110,000-word novel is coming to an end here, full of reluctance and all the memories of the past two years, thank you to everyone around me, my parents, girlfriends, brothers, and the people who once made me regret.

I hope you stick to your love, not be swayed by others, and always keep your inner self.

I will be back.