Chapter 111: Postscript

The last time I wrote the postscript was late 2008.
At the time of my sophomore year, my biggest wish was to produce a book, which could be written on the title page: I would like to dedicate this book to my beloved XX. The content of the book is not important, but there must be such a title page. Then I invite my beloved girl to give me a preface, and I can confess to her in the postscript.
That was my first full-length story. It was very poorly written. I wanted to give up a few times. It was miserable. If it was not because the contract was signed in black and white, there would be no day to end it.
After submitting the manuscript, I felt so heartbroken that I could not help crying.
Because the writing is really bad.
It doesn't matter. The problem is that I really really like some of the characters in it. I have a heart and a heart, but I write too ugly to make people like them. The painting is also unsightly, which is equivalent to stigmatization. I feel particularly sorry for them.
I have been struggling to write "good stories" since then.
And "good" is a very vague concept. At that time, I thought that good means excellent, mature, and connotative.
Since then, my bookshelf has always been filled with profound and incomprehensible classics. From "Taiping Guangji" to "Liyang Miscellaneous", documentaries about antiques and historical facts are brushed down, trying to decorate my own shallowness and make up one beautiful.
There is success, and there is also a sense of accomplishment. But the creation itself is not much fun.
So in the past few years, I have hardly written anything besides commercial articles. Writing a story is a serious and heavy business for me, and it takes a lot of effort to gain recognition. So much so that before that I only had fun writing nasty stories from junior high to early high school.
I was almost sealed off, but it did give the impression of "well written" to a limited number of acquaintances. Whenever others praise me, I always guilty and refute a few words.
Actually, it's not to make people praise me, but I'm really afraid that others will say, "That cross-secretist wrote too badly."
At the end of one or six years, I was alone in Minhang, Shanghai. I could n’t play PC games without a desktop in my temporary home, so I was so anxious. During that time, I was obsessed with master and servant loyal dogs, but I had no choice but to pay for writing under the hunger and cold. After waiting for a few months, the writer girl withdrew my deposit and ran away. What a terrible word.
I was so hungry that I hallucinated. I imagined every day that I had a shadow guard loyal dog. I woke up one day and knocked into the pages of the little theater in my head before going to bed every day.
Now that you've written everything, find a place to put it. I am short-minded, sneaking out in a cute new vest.
It turned out that I was really surprised.
The story is very smooth, the development trend is well established, and the writing is happy, the faster and faster the writing, the more and more ha ha ha ha ha every day.
One day I suddenly realized.
It turns out that I don't have to force myself to create depth. Being able to write an interesting and complete story is the minimum basic skill. Even if others forget it, it is not a bad thing.
Nowadays, I often see people commenting that I write sparsely, but I can face it calmly. I'm a vulgar vulgar, and this is the only thing I can do and do well at this stage.
Suddenly I straightened my back. You must praise me for writing well, I dare not take it seriously. But you say this article is so cute, then I really deserve it. (proud
This is really an unintended work.
At the beginning, I just finished writing the main plot for myself, and suddenly someone was willing to sign the contract; I drew the set of people while I scattered the fish, and accidentally I painted a complete set. Gao Wen returned to the pit, and the chance coincided with the manga creator.
During this time, whether writing or drawing, I have been promoted across important bottlenecks. "Hanging" means a lot to me. I want to assemble it into a volume anyway, so I have this book.
"Hanging" has no outline at all, and runs freely all the way, and I often jump in with blood, so it is inevitable that there will be some confusion. I said, "You actually wrote all the characters outside," and when I look back, it really looks like this. Sorry because everyone is so cute! !! !! (Screams
Without knowing it, I can portray such a cute character, and I can make a group of friends who like them, and I produce food to feed my salted fish author every day. I am probably the happiest salted fish in the world! Groundhog yelling.gif
I would like to thank the cultural man who helped me proofread for free. Since mentioning the proofreading, I also have to thank the temporarily caught tea as the master urged to return a promised tea. Thanks to the host for reminding me that I should also brag about Lu Zeze who helped me run the surroundings. The surroundings have exaggerated, not to mention all the ladies who are so beautiful and soaring to the table. Even GUEST mentioned it. Maybe thanks to the white bear for reading? The white bears all mentioned, without exaggerating whether the big horned worms are not good ...
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Suddenly I wanted to insert a picture OTL that "the children and grandchildren are infinite".
Forget it, thank you all around the world, please take the book and consciously take the seat.
It's been nine years since my last book.
All the things I regret at the time have the ability to achieve all of them.
Fortunate to meet you now.
God favors (emm) the favor.
Cross Secretary
2017-11-15 in Shanghai