I'm writing this, what do you think? Are you scared in your heart?

I can understand you, you usually say that you like truth and don't like falsehood, but when the truth comes, will you retreat? Will it back down?

Just like a person, everyone should know him, his name is Ye Gong, he likes dragons very much, very, very much, and he is painted on the wall with his mouth on it. When the dragon found out and came to him, he was scared, and hid in the bed and refused to come out to see the dragon, and begged the dragon to leave quickly.

What about you? You love to travel through dramas, you love parallel time and space, you love to help others, you love to save the world, and now I'm here, coming to this world alive, standing among you, are you afraid? Do you also want to ask me to return to my own world, let me live in your imagination, in fiction, and on TV, don't come out.

Fake novels, you guys are boring to read, it's too fake. The true story, you can't believe it and worry about it. What am I going to do? You can relax your mind, or I will lie to you, saying that I didn't travel here, I was already living in this space. Why did I suddenly have the talent to write poems and songs? It would be as if I came to this city in the south and suddenly had a great inspiration, so I wrote more than 200 poems, 100 songs, and painted more than 300 paintings in just over a month, plus this serialized novel that I was still writing.

What else do you have to worry about, I will help you answer, all my stories, including emotional experiences, are written in songs, and the truth will be revealed when you find my poetry collection. My poetry paintings are absolutely real, and I don't lie to you.

Are you a little less vigilant? Isn't it much more relaxed? Didn't expect that when a writer writes a story, he needs to add some false ingredients to keep readers reading? Your world is indeed a little strange, no, wrong, it's our world. Yes, ours, yours, mine, ours.

Let's talk about my creative process, which is suitable for the long shot in literary films, where there are only me, the desk, the chair, and the window. The shot begins with me sitting at my desk with a pen in hand, writing in my journal with my head down, my long hair scattered over my shoulders, and I occasionally pull my bangs behind my ears with my hands so as not to obscure my vision. After writing for a while, I picked up the most ordinary black headband on the table, used my hand as a comb to wrap my hair, neatly pulled a high ball, and then continued to write. Sometimes I look at the wall in front of me, as if I want to see through it, but I don't seem to be looking at anything; From time to time, I put my hands on my cheeks and looked out the window, as if wondering how the elementary school was so quiet and silent at all; From time to time, I tilted my neck back and rotated it twice to relax my cervical spine; I write and write from time to time, and a smile flashes at the corner of my mouth, like spring quietly approaching outside; Sometimes my expression was solemn, and there was a deep sadness in my eyes; Sometimes I imagine the future; Sometimes compassion for the present. Just now I saw Xiao take one last look at the stage of her dreams, then gently closed the door of her dreams, locked it with a lock in her hand, and then turned to leave. I tried to open it for her, but the lock came from nowhere, and there was no key at all.

Don't ask me why I understand movies, I know more than movies, I know more than poetry, I understand more than novel scripts, I understand people's hearts. I understand all the complexities of the human heart, and there is something else I don't understand.

I rested for a while, had lunch, and was in a good mood, maybe you can't see what I write for a while, it's okay, I'll continue to write, the 25 poetry collections will be put away first, after writing this novel, I will continue to write, poems, songs, scripts, novels, I will not give up, this is my life, this is my job. I don't write for anyone first, I don't write for saving the world, I write for myself first, yes, I write for myself, fight for myself.

That's who I am, who I am. I may have accidentally said too much of my own thoughts, and the next chapter, the next chapter will definitely continue to tell Xiaoxiao's story.