When I finished writing the ending of the IF line, I suddenly...how should I put it...
If I had to describe it, it would be a feeling of compassion.
It sounds a little strange, feeling sympathy for the protagonist in my novel. But I know that what comes next will be different from before, completely different.
In the past, no matter how many difficulties and trials I wrote, the protagonist would eventually be able to find a happy ending and find a happy ending from 10,000 solutions. All setbacks and trials would eventually be laughed at.
But this time is different. Le Yu will be like a footless bird with broken wings, knocked down by the wind and rain into the abyss, and will eventually sink forever and never be able to fly again. He will be covered in blood and mud, drinking sorrow and hatred,
Make a big mistake step by step and step into hell.
[A book-chasing app recommended to me by an old book friend I have known for ten years, Yeguo Reading! It is so easy to use. I rely on this app to read and listen to books while driving and before going to bed. You can download it here www. 】
He will completely cut off all ties and be tortured endlessly in the world I created... Obviously he has never done anything bad.
When I opened a new chapter and prepared to write the long-awaited final volume, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
I regretted it, not only to you, but also to me a year ago.
As I said at the beginning of the book, "Death to Replace Life" is a setting that I have been preparing for a long time. When I was in college five years ago, I thought that the setting of "I replace the person who killed me" is very interesting and can
It leads to many interesting plots. I have hidden this setting for so long. On the one hand, it is not in line with the market, and on the other hand, I feel that my writing skills are not enough to control this setting.
A year ago, I finished two books, one of which was The Eunuch. When I was bored, I read back my scraps (I even thought my scraps were interesting when I read them), and decided to write "Death for Life".
I thought I could write the feeling I wanted, and I conceived many particularly exciting plots in my mind.
But it turns out that I still don’t have enough talent.
Because I discovered one thing - there is no reason for Le Yu to suffer from the author's illness.
He is a good person, and good people should have a good ending. However, the future I imagined for him is an interpretation of the impermanence of fate, and the way the world turns people into ghosts... But it shouldn't be like this, he shouldn't be so miserable.
As Le Yu said in the second volume, the world should not be like this.
I thought about it all day, and I felt that this was not in line with my aesthetics, let alone my three views. I said before that I would not feed shit, but is this kind of black and deep disability really not feeding shit?
I just want to write interesting novels, not "Alive" or "Xu Sanguan's Story of Selling Blood" - even "Alive" at least has the foreshadowing of Fugui's early gambling addiction (no comparison with Mr. Yu Hua)
Meaning, Mr. Yu Hua’s works have always been classics that the more I read, the less I dare to read them but the more I want to read them).
It can only be said that I failed to leave enough foreshadowing, so there was not enough reason for Le Yu to go to hell.
In fact, even the ending of the IF line vaguely foreshadows Le Yu's desolation. Even if they find the Well of Gods and Demons, it is meaningless. As long as "death for life" still exists in Le Yu, he will always be alone.
Therefore, I choose to end this book with the last sentence of the first volume.
never mind.
It didn't live up to everyone's expectations.
Although the IF line is a little rough, I still hope that it is the end of this book and the starting point of Leyu's journey.
However, in order to let everyone know how serious my illness is, I will write a short paragraph for everyone to read and please correct me.
-----The dividing line between hearing and being sick-----
The rain curtain covered the sky and the sun, and the earth was dark and dull.
There were more soldiers on the street than the raindrops in the sky, and they swept in overwhelmingly, like mercury pouring down the ground, without any gaps.
Le Yu knew that he would draw a bloody line under the rain curtain next.
hiss.
The sword boots made a harsh sound on the ground. Lu Lingyin, who was covered in armor, tightly grasped the chain around Le Yu's waist, letting Le Yu's sword boots drive her sword boots, like a winged bird galloping across the earth.
"Shi Wen, is this guy?" Yin Minghong led his army and asked loudly.
Shi Wen, who was covered in red blood armor, said in a voice as ugly as a broken gong: "I can recognize you even if you turn into ashes!"
"Damn, he is the person we want to kill the most..."
"The most troublesome guy in Quan Huiyao!"
"Cooperate with Shi Wen, the musketry unit listens to my order and aim at him! The infantry units listen to my order and follow the "Wuzhu Strategy" to surround him and fight!" Mu Qingmei squatted on the ceiling of the small building on the corner of the street, fighting with Aiki.
The voice of law resounded across the battlefield.
"After years of hard work, you are finally at the end of the road!" Wulian held the scepter of eternity and stood in front of the army, quietly waiting for the arrival of Le Yu: "It seems that you still want to maintain the final dignity of the Unparalleled God of War?"
"Look, it's Lan Yan." In the temporary headquarters on the second floor of the street building, Lin Xue couldn't hold back her excitement and couldn't help but said to Qing Lan.
Le Yu raised his head and Qing Lan lowered his head. Their eyes passed through the gray rain curtain and met on the somber battlefield.
After ten years of separation, this is their long-lost reunion and their final farewell.
impermanence of life……
Even if we have been in love till death...
Even if you make many promises of eternal alliance...
"Woo..."
Lu Lingyin sniffed, stretched out her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she lowered her head and grasped the chain connecting her and Le Yu.
"It's so rare, Lan Yan, you actually go to the battlefield with a burden." Shi Wen sneered.
"No, she is not a burden."
Le Yu grabbed Lu Lingyin Bingbing's hand with her left hand and said calmly: "She is Lu Lingyin, my wife from Ming Media."
"My daughter's mother."
"I am Lan Yan, my only wife."
"The only wife!"
Lu Lingyin could no longer control herself, tears burst down her face, covering the cry in her throat, and the big tears hit Le Yu's hands together with the rain.
Qing Lan held on to the window edge, her body trembling slightly, biting her lips and saying nothing.
The eternal alliance and eternal love between each other are gone.
"Don't cry."
Qing Lan suddenly raised her head and looked at the sky. The wind direction changed slightly, and the raindrops hit her face mercilessly, running down the bridge of her nose like tears.
