so-called "forever" For this book, I wrote the preface by myself again. Thinking about it, it seems that there are already two books, and I haven't found a scapegoat.However, thinking about it more carefully, even if he finds a scapegoat, it seems that Xu himself still cannot escape. I was looking through my photo album recently and saw that photo again.It was an old photo from seven years ago. There was no one there, just looking at the hazy sea under the setting sun in a panic.The back is filled with ugly words written by myself-Seattle's harbor is a sad place. There was once a girl who said she loved me in front of the sea, and it was that girl who begged me not to leave with tears.

I smiled noncommittally and looked at her crying face silently.That beautiful face, with heartbreaking tears, couldn't stop me from thinking that I was great. The text describes my first love, which was when I left the United States.That girl drove me from Portland to Seattle, and I never stayed. I was seventeen years old that year, and with the wind blowing away, not only my first kiss, but also my first love... Thinking about it, at the age of twenty-four, it seems that I have not had the kind of youthful emotion that would blush even holding hands, and my skin is so thick that even the city wall at the corner of the Great Wall is not too shy.

One year when I climbed the Great Wall, I was pleasantly surprised to find that my skin was quite thin, at least with such a thick skin, I could still squeeze through it easily. (laugh) When it comes to the Great Wall, if you count your fingers, the ex-girlfriend has been gone for a long time. When you read this book, if you push back one month, it will be her death day again.This book should be regarded as commemorating her existence, or commemorating her past existence. Almost three years?Time really flies by.I remember that on Christmas that year, it was snowing heavily in Beijing. After finishing chemotherapy, she forced me to push her to climb the Great Wall.

The city wall of Juyongguan was very majestic that day, but it was very cold, as cold as the temperature in my heart.Sitting in a wheelchair, she quietly stroked the stone engraved with "If you don't reach the Great Wall, you are not a hero", she urged me to climb up. I really climbed up.Every time I climbed a section, I turned my head and saw her waving at me with a sweet smile.Climbing slowly like this, getting higher and higher, until she gradually blurred in his snowy vision... I bought two concentric locks, locked together firmly, and locked firmly in the middle of the Great Wall.

I thought I would be able to lock an eternity firmly, but I didn't expect that "eternity" was not obtained, and even the little extravagant hope of "transient" disappeared in the palm of my hand. Haha, how to write and write, like writing prose.Shouldn't, shouldn't! As usual, let's talk about this book "The Way of Demons and Demons". Generally speaking, this is a very light-hearted and fast-food special chapter of "Silent Night". If you want to see it as a prequel, it's okay.I wrote it very lightly at the beginning, and almost cried when I wrote it at the end. I hope everyone can read it more easily.Although the plot behind it is a bit sad, it can't be regarded as easy.

Whether studying or working, everything is very tiring.If you can relax, I hope everyone can take a lot of rest.The weather is going to be cold again. I have been planning the next story for a long time.It was about a special discovery that let Ye Buyu and others know the existence of a treasure by accident. During the treasure hunt, many weird and inexplicable things happened.Due to the huge structure, in order to avoid the sloppy ending of "The Saint of Tea", it will tentatively be serialized in three volumes. My shoulders are so tired and sleepy, I take a shower and go to bed.Looking at the phone, I found that I accidentally got mixed up until after 7 o'clock in the morning, and the sun came out.

Suddenly, I felt that I began to envy the guy Ye Buyu in my writing.He has enough personality, and he has the conditions to display his personality.But in reality, how many people can do it? At the end of February this year, I went to Shanghai.I thought I was very strong, but felt lonely for the first time. Although I like traveling and walking around with a backpack on my back, in that crowded city with more than 20 million people, I can't find anyone I want to meet or talk to. Only then did I realize that my skin, nails, toes, and even the ends of my hair were filled with the pain of loneliness.As long as you are lonely, no matter how crowded you are, you are just staying in a city of one person.This sentence I wrote casually before, I never thought it would be true...