Every work of an author is actually a part of his life that he once regretted.
Every author who has a desire to talk needs to open every pore of himself and breathe his own life when creating in order to impress the audience.
Therefore, such authors are destined to be miserable.
This book contains my dreams and my life.
There is a pain that is engraved in my bones when I was growing up.
There is also the dream I have always had.
If Big Player is me realizing my dream in life, then now is Dream Realization 2.0.
When I wrote the first three chapters, when I wrote "What would you do if you only had the last two hours of your life?"
I'm actually thinking about this issue myself.
It’s not that I’m going to die, but I’m thinking about how to face life and my own works.
When writing this book, The Art of Naming Night, I refined the content over and over again like never before. What you can see has basically gone through more than two revisions.
Make your content better, make your sentences smoother, and make your images more relatable.
I have been careless for thirty years, but this time I strive for excellence like never before.
Although I know that my writing skills are average, even if I work so hard, my writing skills on night's nomenclature can only be regarded as passing.
But I enjoyed writing this book very much.
Watching Qingchen face the world calmly, I feel very happy. I also want to have a teacher like Li Shutong, and I also have a life that I want to restart.
But you and I both know this is impossible.
So, if this book really has a theme, it would be to ask you to follow me in a dream.
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Here, let me put a paragraph that I wrote before, which fits my current state of mind very well.
I worked particularly hard during my senior year of high school.
I go to bed at 12 o'clock every day and turn off the lights in the dormitory at 9:40. I use a flashlight to do math problems and simulate the three-year college entrance examination in five years.
I got up at 4.30 in the morning and stood under the school streetlight to memorize history and politics.
I read English aloud and wrote compositions that I thought were brilliant.
I worked hard like a chicken blood, trying my best to get into a good university.
But a year later, I only scored 535 points in the exam and took the second grade. I couldn't even understand the last two big questions in the math paper.
From that moment on I knew that I was really just an ordinary person.
In fact, this realization is quite shocking.
The night before the college entrance examination, I was alone in the classroom, wiping the blackboard and singing the hero song loudly.
Maybe I will never feel that wanton feeling again in my life.
After I started writing the nomenclature of night, my routine began to become completely reversed between day and night.
I stay up all night coding, and it’s completely up to me what time I fall asleep during the day.
I revised the six thousand words of content every day over and over again.
I kept refining it, even if I was tired, I would put on headphones to find the feeling, and revise the chapters until I was satisfied.
Even if that's just my own level of satisfaction.
Today I told my wife that it has only been a month since I started, and I seem to be a little unable to bear it.
However, after waking up from sleep, I still sat in front of the computer full of energy, reviewing yesterday's content and imagining future content.
I know that my reading volume is not as good as that of many authors, and I also know that my writing skills can only be considered passable at best.
The question is when did you realize that you are actually an ordinary person.
But what I want to say is, even if you realize that you are an ordinary person, don't give up.
If time goes back to the summer of 2007.
I will still only sleep 4 and a half hours a day.
I will still stand under the streetlight and memorize politics and history.
If time goes back to 2015, I will still turn on the computer and type out my own story.
Before the college entrance examination, I would sing songs while wiping the blackboard.
Then walk into the life that belongs to me.
Maybe I'm destined to be ordinary, but I don't care.
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After the king spares his life, but before this.
Many people say that Zhu is just a funny author. If Zhu’s book is sold out, Zhu will soon go silent.
However, everything I put into this book has paid off.
Before it was put on the shelves, Baimeng also broke a record in the history of Qidian in the first two days.
Maybe I can break a new record soon.
Several years have passed, and I am still standing here telling my story seriously. I wonder if those who have slandered me and abused me have been lost in the long river of time.
For me, I just want to prove again and again that I am actually a good author who can tell stories, a dedicated author, and an author who is not perfunctory.
I don’t know how much longer I can write or how many more stories I can write, but I hope that every step I take is progress.
I can't evaluate whether the story is good or not, but I can evaluate that I really tried my best.
Again, if I don’t forget my original intention, time will give me the answer.
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It will be released tonight, and it’s time to test an author’s performance.
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grateful.
Thanks again.
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Forever young.
Always sincere.
Always young, always eager to embark on a new journey.
I hope you will accompany me through this journey this time.
