Chapter 14 postscript

Before I became "Cangyue", I used another pseudonym: Medea de La Mole. That was not long after I entered university. At the age of eighteen, I was still a rookie who had just groped to learn how to surf the Internet. Apart from chatting and filling water on the BBS of Zhejiang University, the only use of the Internet for me was to give me An uncle who is far away abroad sends an e-mail. After entering the campus, I met a buddy who loves anime: Chao. Driven by her, I became obsessed with anime. It took me two years to read a large amount of manga and animation stocks she had accumulated, and I started to hang out on anime websites.Then one day, in a moment of urgency, I used the pseudonym "Medea de La Mole" and wrote my first online novel: (star sky) in a famous animation forum.

When I wrote the first sentence, I was 19 years old.The most brilliant blooming years. I watch a lot of anime.Chao's favorite anime is "Legend of the Galactic Heroes" by Yoshiki Tanaka.She gave me a set of "Yinying", and ordered me to read it and discuss my thoughts with her. I bite the bullet and spent nearly a semester looking at it in class, in the dormitory, and after the lights were turned off. Only read the entire ten volumes. It can be said that "The Legend of the Galactic Heroes" is not a very "good-looking" book, nor is it very suitable for female readers.At the beginning, a large number of background narratives and military and political descriptions made reading a bit difficult, so the entry was very slow when the book was opened.However, as the scroll slowly unfolded, the warp and latitude interlaced, and a grand picture was unfolded in front of us—it’s hard to describe the feeling of reading the full text at that time.It was as if a child suddenly looked up and saw the bright stars in the black sky.

For many days to come, every time I unintentionally look up at the night sky, I will think of the countless radiant fragments in it: "My journey is the sea of ​​stars" - said the blond young Overlord. "In the long history, a person is as insignificant as a drop in the ocean, and can only be one of the countless roads leading to the future" - said the black-haired commander of black tea. "Wolf of Gale, how dare you insult this exaggerated name" - the admiral with golden and silver demon pupils sighed. Those people and those words rushed into my heart like a torrent, arousing countless echoes.During the years of fanatical reading of anime during the period from 19 to 21, this book should be the one that had the most profound impact on me.So that when I started to create my own world, I inevitably took the first step from imitating and learning "Legend of Galactic Heroes".

yes,. As the radiant overlord said, his journey is the sea of ​​stars—and Yinying seems to be the guide who inspired me to look up at the starry sky, let me see the grand story at the other end of time and space, let me see how The existence of a fantasy world as vast as the sea. At that time, it was 2000. Two years later, "Cangyue" was born on the website under the banyan tree.Since that day, Ms. Medea de La Mole has gradually disappeared, leaving only 90,000 words of unfinished manuscripts and some anime colleagues such as "White Flowers of Summer" and "Like a Dream", proving that There are traces of her past existence.

For a long time after that, I trekked forward on the road of "Cangyue" without ever turning back once. It was not until eight years later, when the million-word "Mirror" was over, that I finally decided to level this ten thousand-year pit from beginning to end.However, after digging out the old manuscript and rereading it carefully, I couldn't help being surprised—is that me?Is it my work eight years ago?It turned out that besides "Cang Yue", there was another soul called "Medea de La Mole" living in my body. After so many years, when I look back, I am still shocked by my original self.

In a sense, it is a manuscript that I can no longer write, it is so green and immature, but so affectionate.The narrative structure is built randomly, and it is traced from the perspective of a special "later historian". Flashbacks and interludes abound, but it does not look messy.That kind of feeling, that kind of style, that kind of narrative structure, I can never reproduce it now—it’s like visiting Taoyuan once by chance, and it’s hard to find it if you deliberately search for it in the future. This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was already at a loss at that time.

I would like to use this article to commemorate that period of passing years and that forgotten ID.