Hello everyone ❛ ‿ ˂ ̵ ✧
I think it's time for a little speech, as is customary at the end of the first volume.
But recently, the ratings came out, and I'm sure everyone has seen them — ()!!!
When one is speechless, they might get angry, but Jiang Shou is different. I laughed ( ꒦ ິ ⌓ ꒦ ີ )
I lost confidence in my own story, and sometimes even doubted my writing philosophy.
I couldn't enjoy tea or swallow food. In addition, I had to take care of sick relatives in bed, preparing three meals a day, which made it difficult to find free time. Coupled with staying up late to write, I was on the verge of collapse under high pressure.
Fortunately, school started, and I finally had time to sort out my mood. Facing those comments, I pondered for a long time.
In repeated doubts and denials, my writing philosophy wavered repeatedly.
Some people say that the opening is too old-fashioned:
(Why are there still people writing about trash MCs?)
(A pile of shit, I can already guess the next plot.)
But it's not like that. In fact, there is no routine at all. I always believe that there are no routines in my writing. Like everyone else, I also hate routines.
The so-called routine is just like how each of us lives in a huge routine. People will eventually die, but we must savor those wonderful moments.
If life is a novel, then the beginning is birth, and the end is death.
Perhaps our lives will have similar tragedies, but the tragedies are not exactly the same. Perhaps our lives will have similar wonderful moments, but the wonderful moments are not routines.
What Jiang Zheng writes is not a 'cool' novel, but it is definitely not discrimination against 'cool' novels. On the contrary, I think people who can write 'cool' novels are very powerful.
What I want to do is to do my best in the so-called routines to give you wonderful moments. Maybe I haven't done it yet, but I firmly believe that I will do it. This is the direction I'm running madly for when I pick up the pen!
Why do we read novels?
Reading a novel is like savoring a life. We are all born ordinary, but we have all fantasized about being extraordinary.
We have cried, but our cries are insignificant; we have laughed, but not so freely; we are angry, but our anger is humble.
We may have looked up at the starry sky, fearing our insignificance, and fearing death in the deep night.
Life is only seventy or eighty years, only over twenty-eight thousand days. One day passes, and another day passes.
I often fear death, afraid of the ending of this life story, so I fantasized about the plot after death, and once wanted to write a story after death.
I fantasized about a kingdom of death. If there are still stories after death, then what is there to fear about death?
The title of the book has long been thought out, but I have not yet put it into writing, but I will eventually write it.
I want to take everyone into a different world and savor a different life.
Some people ask me, why leave so many regrets?
Some people ask me, how can there be someone as silly as Liang Wanwan?
I want to say that novels are not reality, but reality is a story.
Why do I write regrets? Because there are always regrets in reality; why do I write love? Because there is no love in reality; why do I write unwavering until death? Because there must be unwavering until death in life, it's just that I haven't seen it.
In fact, I now regret adding the setting of spiritual root aptitude, maybe there wouldn't be the toxic points that everyone complained about earlier.
In this way, those insignificant people would not be restricted by fate.
In fact, the so-called Dao is my writing philosophy, and it has always been like this.
The so-called Dao is just a fusion of dreams and obsessions.
They are born ordinary, but they wade through darkness and become great; they cross vicissitudes and are no longer confused; dust can compete with the bright moon, and weeds can stand shoulder to shoulder with ancient trees.
Maybe something will be lost, but maybe it will be wonderfully magnificent.
This is my Dao. At this point, I think everyone already understands that I have figured it out and still adhere to my own philosophy. No matter how many dissenting words, I will still go my own way!
I want ordinary people to see their extraordinary selves in my writing.
So I want to say, some people ask why still write about trash MCs? No! This is not trash, it's ordinary! We are all ordinary, but we will wade through darkness, leap over vicissitudes, and climb up from that purgatory!
We become great, we stand in the dust, and look up at the starry sky in the ordinary. We are still insignificant, but we stand tall!
Some people think the boy in the book is stupid, and the girl in the book is silly.
Actually,
There is no need to be harsh on your younger self for doing everything perfectly. It is inevitable for a person to do some stupid things when they are young, and it doesn't matter.
There is no need to demand that your younger self speak steadily. What does it matter if you say some arrogant words when you are young?
There is no need to restrain a girl's heart. There is nothing wrong with a girl falling in love with someone she shouldn't love when she is ignorant.
(Snap —!)
Lights another cigarette.
Regarding the update, in fact, during that confused period, Jiang Shou also prepared a new book, which lingered in my mind for a long time.
But I never put it into writing. Some time ago, a few words suddenly popped into my mind.
That's right, I escaped.
So I picked up the pen and wrote a few hundred words, but I couldn't write anymore.
That's right, I can't escape.
I know that there are still many readers waiting for me to update. Everyone rewards with anticipation, and I can't leave quietly.
I know that I must finish this story and give everyone an explanation.
Now I vaguely remember what the first reader who rewarded me said: There are relatively few people.
I replied: Welcoming and sending off, tell stories when there are guests, the door is cool and clear, and I don't feel bewildered.
But I was bewildered.
Now, I am no longer bewildered. Even if the road ahead is a step slower, as long as there are readers willing to read, I will continue to tell this story until the end... or until there is no more urging for updates.
But with such a rating, I still have to face reality.
Next, if necessary, Jiang Zheng may change the way he tells the next story.
But if it is not a last resort, I am unwilling to make such an attempt.
At this point, I have said everything.
Thank you again for your support, and to the readers who rewarded me, you are the motivation for me to persevere when I am confused.
Many thanks!!!
……
Let us,
Toast to dusk, toast to dawn.
I think it's time for a little speech, as is customary at the end of the first volume.
But recently, the ratings came out, and I'm sure everyone has seen them — ()!!!
When one is speechless, they might get angry, but Jiang Shou is different. I laughed ( ꒦ ິ ⌓ ꒦ ີ )
I lost confidence in my own story, and sometimes even doubted my writing philosophy.
I couldn't enjoy tea or swallow food. In addition, I had to take care of sick relatives in bed, preparing three meals a day, which made it difficult to find free time. Coupled with staying up late to write, I was on the verge of collapse under high pressure.
Fortunately, school started, and I finally had time to sort out my mood. Facing those comments, I pondered for a long time.
In repeated doubts and denials, my writing philosophy wavered repeatedly.
Some people say that the opening is too old-fashioned:
(Why are there still people writing about trash MCs?)
(A pile of shit, I can already guess the next plot.)
But it's not like that. In fact, there is no routine at all. I always believe that there are no routines in my writing. Like everyone else, I also hate routines.
The so-called routine is just like how each of us lives in a huge routine. People will eventually die, but we must savor those wonderful moments.
If life is a novel, then the beginning is birth, and the end is death.
Perhaps our lives will have similar tragedies, but the tragedies are not exactly the same. Perhaps our lives will have similar wonderful moments, but the wonderful moments are not routines.
What Jiang Zheng writes is not a 'cool' novel, but it is definitely not discrimination against 'cool' novels. On the contrary, I think people who can write 'cool' novels are very powerful.
What I want to do is to do my best in the so-called routines to give you wonderful moments. Maybe I haven't done it yet, but I firmly believe that I will do it. This is the direction I'm running madly for when I pick up the pen!
Why do we read novels?
Reading a novel is like savoring a life. We are all born ordinary, but we have all fantasized about being extraordinary.
We have cried, but our cries are insignificant; we have laughed, but not so freely; we are angry, but our anger is humble.
We may have looked up at the starry sky, fearing our insignificance, and fearing death in the deep night.
Life is only seventy or eighty years, only over twenty-eight thousand days. One day passes, and another day passes.
I often fear death, afraid of the ending of this life story, so I fantasized about the plot after death, and once wanted to write a story after death.
I fantasized about a kingdom of death. If there are still stories after death, then what is there to fear about death?
The title of the book has long been thought out, but I have not yet put it into writing, but I will eventually write it.
I want to take everyone into a different world and savor a different life.
Some people ask me, why leave so many regrets?
Some people ask me, how can there be someone as silly as Liang Wanwan?
I want to say that novels are not reality, but reality is a story.
Why do I write regrets? Because there are always regrets in reality; why do I write love? Because there is no love in reality; why do I write unwavering until death? Because there must be unwavering until death in life, it's just that I haven't seen it.
In fact, I now regret adding the setting of spiritual root aptitude, maybe there wouldn't be the toxic points that everyone complained about earlier.
In this way, those insignificant people would not be restricted by fate.
In fact, the so-called Dao is my writing philosophy, and it has always been like this.
The so-called Dao is just a fusion of dreams and obsessions.
They are born ordinary, but they wade through darkness and become great; they cross vicissitudes and are no longer confused; dust can compete with the bright moon, and weeds can stand shoulder to shoulder with ancient trees.
Maybe something will be lost, but maybe it will be wonderfully magnificent.
This is my Dao. At this point, I think everyone already understands that I have figured it out and still adhere to my own philosophy. No matter how many dissenting words, I will still go my own way!
I want ordinary people to see their extraordinary selves in my writing.
So I want to say, some people ask why still write about trash MCs? No! This is not trash, it's ordinary! We are all ordinary, but we will wade through darkness, leap over vicissitudes, and climb up from that purgatory!
We become great, we stand in the dust, and look up at the starry sky in the ordinary. We are still insignificant, but we stand tall!
Some people think the boy in the book is stupid, and the girl in the book is silly.
Actually,
There is no need to be harsh on your younger self for doing everything perfectly. It is inevitable for a person to do some stupid things when they are young, and it doesn't matter.
There is no need to demand that your younger self speak steadily. What does it matter if you say some arrogant words when you are young?
There is no need to restrain a girl's heart. There is nothing wrong with a girl falling in love with someone she shouldn't love when she is ignorant.
(Snap —!)
Lights another cigarette.
Regarding the update, in fact, during that confused period, Jiang Shou also prepared a new book, which lingered in my mind for a long time.
But I never put it into writing. Some time ago, a few words suddenly popped into my mind.
That's right, I escaped.
So I picked up the pen and wrote a few hundred words, but I couldn't write anymore.
That's right, I can't escape.
I know that there are still many readers waiting for me to update. Everyone rewards with anticipation, and I can't leave quietly.
I know that I must finish this story and give everyone an explanation.
Now I vaguely remember what the first reader who rewarded me said: There are relatively few people.
I replied: Welcoming and sending off, tell stories when there are guests, the door is cool and clear, and I don't feel bewildered.
But I was bewildered.
Now, I am no longer bewildered. Even if the road ahead is a step slower, as long as there are readers willing to read, I will continue to tell this story until the end... or until there is no more urging for updates.
But with such a rating, I still have to face reality.
Next, if necessary, Jiang Zheng may change the way he tells the next story.
But if it is not a last resort, I am unwilling to make such an attempt.
At this point, I have said everything.
Thank you again for your support, and to the readers who rewarded me, you are the motivation for me to persevere when I am confused.
Many thanks!!!
……
Let us,
Toast to dusk, toast to dawn.
