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Chapter 1: In memory of the Sword Alliance Management, my dear friend Youyou
I was shocked to hear the tragic news last night. I couldn't believe it and I didn't want to believe it.

An old friend who was less than 40 years old left so suddenly.

I feel heavy, confused and sad. I can't calm down or let it go.

I don’t think I’m old yet, but I don’t know when it started, in such a large circle of friends.

It has started to happen that some people will never update again.

I met Youyou around 2010.

At that time, my administrators Fufu and Xuaner were unable to continue helping me manage the books due to their studies and work.

Recommend to me: There is a reader who particularly likes your books and only reads your books. He is very suitable to be your administrator.

From the God of War, to the Proud Sword of the Sky, to the Sky-Slaying Blade, Wujiang, and the Great Talisman Master...

It is Youyou who leads the management team to help me.

She is a kind, beautiful, enthusiastic and optimistic girl.

She is also a girl who is very responsible to her family, friends and work.

Youyou is my reader, my housekeeper, my friend, and my confidant.

Youyou, I knew you were sick a long time ago, and I also knew you were very strong.

I have been working hard and living seriously over the years.

Looking through the chat history, the last time I chatted with you was in August.

Wasn't it serious by then?

Tell me it's okay, brother, it's okay.

I told you to take care of yourself.

You advised me not to work so hard on writing.

I must take care of myself and told myself to keep exercising and control my blood sugar.

You said everything will be fine.

I said okay, everything will be fine.

Your last meme is still there.

I never thought that you would say goodbye so suddenly.

Never pop up again.

I want to ask if Brother Dao is doing well recently? How is my sister-in-law? Is the second baby grown up?
It's really painful to watch.

I even regretted and blamed myself for not being able to chat with you more during your last moments.

Even so, I will still be extremely sad and heartbroken because of your leaving.

But perhaps, there will be fewer regrets.

Normally, as someone over 40, I have also said goodbye to my closest people.

If faced with this kind of death again, I should be calmer and more clear-headed.

Just like the concept that I always adhere to in my works: death is not the end, life is just an experience.

But I still can't do it.

I am still that ordinary person who is afraid of death, lives in the secular world, and bows to others for a few pieces of silver.

I can't face your departure calmly. Last night, a group of familiar old readers, those who called you Sister You, were extremely sad.

Some people were crying and wanted to call me.

I didn't see it, but he looked for me on QQ, WeChat, and the latest chapter of his new book, and he sent me text messages.

They who think of you as their elder sister are as sad as I am.
They asked me to write an article to commemorate it.

I said I couldn’t write it.

I have so much to say to you, Youyou, but you left.

I didn't know what to say at the time.

What else can be said?
I feel sad and mixed emotions.

Open your QQ and enter your space for the first time.

Apart from work and scenery, the rest are almost all pictures related to my book.

His collection of covers of my published works is more complete than mine.

At that moment, your brother, a middle-aged man in his forties, was really trying hard to hold back tears.

But my eyes are still blurred.

I went back to my hometown this morning to visit the graves of my father and deceased relatives.

After returning to the studio, the first thing I did was to complete what I couldn't do last night.

Write an article to commemorate you.

But I still wrote it in a mess, and with my eyes blurred by tears, I couldn’t make any sense.

I believe you won’t blame me.

After all, I am your brother.

People criticize writing books as old-fashioned and outdated.

This article is written to mourn your death, so just read it for now.

There is not much I can do, I can only let you stay in everyone’s memory forever in this way.

At the same time, I have also contacted your relatives and will find a chance to visit you after you are buried.

I will give you the most beautiful bouquet of flowers then.

In 2018, our reader Xiao Xiong died of leukemia, and her life was forever frozen at the young and beautiful age.

Seven years later, at around 7 a.m. on January 1th, you also passed away from this world due to stomach cancer and returned to heaven.

If you see the little bear, remember to say hello to me.

Farewell to my loyal readers, farewell to my butler, farewell to my beautiful girl, and farewell to my old friend whom I have never met but is my lifelong confidant.

I hope you can be carefree in another world.

Just like the first years when we met, living happily and smiling all the time.

Just like what you said in the last message you sent me: Who am I? I will be absolutely fine. Even God can't defeat me.

I also hope that all friends who see this article can take care of their health.

After all, we should cherish our life in this world.

(End of this chapter)