Heading to Hell

The book is finished!

Let me start with traditional art.

I kowtow and apologize, bang bang bang.

It was indeed a bit hasty, and I accept all criticisms.

Of course, if you agree that the story is complete, please don't hesitate to express your satisfaction.

But even if you are the most tolerant and praiseworthy reader, I believe you are not satisfied with some of the overly sudden ups and downs in the story.

This must be bad, but this was the limit of my ability at that time, and I can only apologize again and again.

For me, this journey is like climbing a mountain full of fog. I can't see the road ahead or myself clearly.

I want to reach a higher place, so I move forward.

But I don't know what the next step is. Only when my feet landed, I knew that I had climbed the stairs or fell off the cliff.

This feeling didn't happen suddenly, it was there from the beginning.

When I finished writing the original story of the sea urchin head, I began to panic.

This is probably the most interesting one... I can't write anything more interesting...

Then comes Chen Xuejian's story, and this feeling gets stronger as she leaves...

It's impossible, it's really impossible now...

Then comes Du Yimei...

Then comes Dai Xiaoyun...

As the tone of the secret realm gets higher and higher, my feeling of suffocation gets heavier and heavier.

I keep telling myself to proceed steadily and step by step, but I keep pushing myself to the brink.

I keep feeling that it's all coming to an end, but I keep forcing myself to let new stories sprout out.

It's like a flower at the end of its road, squeezing out the juice of inspiration and growing desperately.

Although there are not many readers who appreciate it, it's precisely because it's hard to find a soulmate that we shouldn't let them down.

In this way, I move forward like a gambler, praying that the next step will also be blessed by a more exciting story, and I'm also ready to step into the air and be crushed to pieces.

After I don't know how far I've taken by luck, that step still comes.

In that story, my tone was at its peak, and I took a very high step in one breath.

But it didn't fall to the ground.

The fog dissipated.

I saw my own cliff, and I was already hanging on one foot.

I could no longer find any reversed branches and leaves, nor could I see any amazing scenery.

Although there were still some plots hidden in my pocket.

But the fun thing finally came to an end.

Let's try our best to pursue completeness.

So I retracted my feet, turned back, and filled up the potholes along the way. Although it was a bit embarrassing on the way down the mountain, I finally filled up every pothole and recycled every line.

In the cry of winter, when Nie Yun shouted those words, I finally felt the long-lost excitement and was shocked by those simple words.

Although there were many unsatisfactory things on the way, and although most of the fellow travelers had left, if you are patient and tolerant enough to see the end, I believe you will always get a rare satisfaction.

The journey should end here, thank you again for your appreciation.

When I look back, I am convinced that some things cannot be changed...

I just hope I can become stronger, and in the next climb, I can reach higher and hold more steadily.

At the end, another traditional art.

Thank you for your companionship!

If you can forgive me.

See you next time!