Missing for a year.

In the first half of the year, I was recuperating from illness.

Normal facial paralysis usually recovers within half a month, but I ended up having a big pain.

A few months later, I went to the hospital for an electromyogram. There was still no signal on half of my face, and my eyes could not be completely closed. I could only rely on eye drops every day to relieve the pain.

After consulting the doctor, I learned that if the disease shows no signs of recovery for such a long time, it will be difficult in the future.

So I quickly prepared myself mentally for the rest of my life to have facial paralysis, and then I gave up treatment and was done with it.

After a while, hey, it actually started to recover bit by bit on its own.

For a while, I got used to having only half of my face, so I still only use half of my face when making expressions. Every time I realize that the other half of my face can move, and then I add it back, and the lag becomes symmetrical.

Although there are still some sequelae now, they no longer affect life and are basically invisible.

In the first half of the year, in addition to facial paralysis, I also had many other physical problems. I used to feel young and fearless, but then my body was built to the point where it collapsed.

When you start to reminisce about your youth, it proves that your youth has left you;

When you really understand "Wish you good health" and no longer regard it as an indifferent polite word, it proves that you have at least lost it.

At that time, a friend who worked in the same industry was sick. He came to me and told me that I comforted and encouraged him and kept him optimistic and positive. He did the same and used to smile when chatting in the future.

Then suddenly one day I got the news that he was gone.

In fact, our relationship is not that close. We are both homebodies and we have only met a few times in real life. The last time we met, I still remember that after we finished eating, when the waiter came to pay the bill, I silently took half a step back and let him pay the bill.

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Now that I think about it, ah, I really deserve to die.

During the last period of his life, he was still very open-minded and optimistic, but his passing had a great impact on me, as I was also in poor health at that time.

It turns out that I, the one who encouraged him to be optimistic and positive, was a coward.

I think I was depressed during that time. When it was severe, I would wake up with heart palpitations every night. Every day, I would either lose interest in anything or I would get angry for no reason and want to lose my temper.

At that time, every time I thought about "coding", I would feel disgusted, frightened, and shudder. The psychological shadow it caused on me was so great that I once felt that my career should be over.

After resting for half a year, my body has recovered a bit, so I thought that I didn’t have time before and was stuck at home for months without going out, so I would go out for a while to relax.

Then I took a self-driving trip on the 318. After returning, I drove the G331 around the Northeast. After coming back, I drove to Hainan. After coming back, I drove to the WLMQ and around the northern Xinjiang...

I am like an ant crawling around on the map of my motherland.

So in the end, there was really no place to go, and I actually started to complain about why my ancestors didn't conquer more land back then.

The broken bridge of the Yalu River, the magnificence of the Changbai Mountains, the majesty of the Qilian Mountains, the tranquility of the Tarim Lake, the sandstorms of Inner Mongolia...

Really, going out more often does help.

I realized that, in a literary way, it means feeling your own insignificance, and in a popular way, it means finally realizing that you are a piece of shit.

Then, I felt itchy and found the desire to talk about writing a book.

Although I said last time that I would use the gap period to learn how to make up for my shortcomings and how to improve myself...

However, I'm sorry to tell you that I really haven't made any progress at all.

As an author, I haven't read much in several years, and not only that, I find myself increasingly disconnected.

In the previous chapter, when Liu Yumei said that middle-aged people have lost the motivation to learn new things, she was talking about myself.

I went to look for books and read many books. I could feel that the author's writing was very good, very interesting and exciting, but I just couldn't stand it. Some of the books were trendy and not suitable for me.

Then, I don’t want to force myself to scan the rankings, study and analyze. Reason tells me that as a creator, this is a slow death. I am destined to be eliminated by the times, but my sensibility tells me that I should die.

Because the last experience of physical and mental collapse told me that I don’t know which one will come faster, whether the era will eliminate me or myself.

I knew very early on that my style would not produce a hit report, and I was only suitable for a niche audience.

So this time, I simply wanted to write about something that interests me.

Nantong is my hometown. I have included the dialect of my hometown. I know this may make it more difficult for you to read, but it’s okay. I have a strong sense of belonging.

The character's house in the book is actually the house of my relatives in my hometown. I have already positioned it in my mind. Who lives in my uncle's house, who lives in my aunt's house, including the one who runs the paper-making business of Li Sanjiang's family, it's me.

Which relative? When I was a kid, I often went to watch Ultraman with other kids of the same age.

So when Xiao Yuanhou and the others were doing some mapping in the village, I was from a God's perspective, and oh, I went to "Yunchuan Relatives" again.

After turning thirty, I finally reached the threshold where I can write some chronicle articles.

In fact, I have wanted to write it for a long time, but it is not suitable, because not only do I have to wait for myself to get older, I also have to wait for my readers to get older too.

Fortunately, everyone is old.

You can have fun making some memories.

My interest in writing this book lies largely in the fact that I suddenly thought of an old object from the past, and then I wrote it in, waiting to read this chapter, and waiting for old readers like me to post this chapter.

Ah, yes, yes, I used to use this in my hometown."

However, it is inevitable that there will be some cognitive biases caused by geographical factors or the uneven development of rural areas in that era.

For example, when I wrote that there is a small river behind Li Weihan's house, I remember that a reader came to criticize me for writing nonsense, saying that building a house next to a river would not be afraid of being washed away by water! When I looked at the IP, I saw that it was a reader from Shaanxi.

This is normal. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that there were towns built on cliffs. I can only say that our country is too big and the landforms are too rich.

In fact, many times, the supernatural elements are more like a thread running through the book, and the beads on the thread are stories and individuals.

In my opinion, the traditional supernatural beings do not follow the purely upgrading route. Don't write about breaking barriers and ascending in the end.

Therefore, the pace of this book will be very slow, and many things will be written in detail, and it will be very watery, and the water will overflow the golden mountains, and the water will be crazy.

When I showed the first part of the manuscript to the editor, my editor warned me that the pace was too slow and it would be easy to persuade people to quit.

I said it was okay, I did it on purpose.

To show off, you have to have an attitude of showing off. Anyway, readers who are not used to this style will be dissuaded by the front. Those who are left... those who have looked all the way and saw the testimonials on the shelves, have survived through hardships.

When I don’t have big requirements for the book’s performance, I think I can also actively choose my readers, so this should be called looking for people who resonate with the same frequency.

Our country has a large population, and I am not a pervert who is only one in a million. I have always felt that if I like things that I find interesting, there must be a group of people who have the same taste as me.

After expelling some readers, when the number of words has increased, everyone left in this chapter is all good friends with similar interests. They can communicate and play more harmoniously and happily, which helps to create a more comfortable atmosphere.

Here, I would like to thank my editor-in-chief Yisuo and editor-in-chief Zhusha, because I have never been an obedient author, and they have always been very tolerant and helpful to me.

I would also like to thank Yintian, pp, Yashao, Fanfan, Miaosang, Sisi and others. I suddenly said that I was going to publish a book, and then I called them to help me set up an operation team.

I would also like to express my gratitude to the readers who have been sending me private messages over the past year asking me when I will come back, and to all of you who gathered here soon after the book was released.

I find that I am really getting lazy now, and I really can’t say provocative words. You see, I don’t even bother to pick the title of each chapter.

Of course, this is also because each chapter is too long and it is not easy to title it.

Throughout the new book issue, the only thing I said about the author was, "There is one more chapter before 0 o'clock."

Other than that, I didn't say a single word. Because I don't think it's necessary, I can just rely on the chapter content to communicate with you. I'll add a string of my own words or words of thanks below. I think it will ruin everyone's reading experience.

Okay, having said all that, it’s time to wrap up.

The next chapter will be released at 0:00 tonight (it may be delayed by a few minutes).

Don't say that I was lazy and blocked today's update. In fact, I had 3 chapters saved when I released the book, and they were all written from the third day after the book was released. If I had saved the manuscript, I wouldn't be out of my mind.

I've been posting updates every day, but it's getting later and later.

Old readers all know this about my writing habits.

In addition, due to some reasons, the launch plan has been temporarily advanced.

Therefore, today’s update can only wait until 0 o’clock to publish the chapter, because if I write the update at night, what is waiting for me is that I will not be able to write the update in time. The boss has arranged a publishing activity for me, and then everyone

At first glance, oh wow, this guy doesn’t have a VIP chapter!

Finally, I am very lucky to have you by my side on the road of life. You should post this chapter more and brainstorm more. You may not be as good as me in writing long articles, but I am not as good as you in my imagination.

Finally,

Don't panic,
Chapter completed!