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Chapter 908

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    The fake hero is over.  From writing the first word on July 16, 2007 to July 15, 2011, it has been four years.

    To be honest, when writing the finale, I suddenly felt an unprecedented relaxation in my heart, and at the same time, an unprecedented emptiness.  Mechanically opened the author's zone, uploaded, published, and then just stared blankly in the study.  Holding a book, unable to turn it in, walking around, fumbling here and there, feeling a little dazed for a while-four years, has it passed like this?  Is the phony over?

    I thought about this question for a long time, and then accepted the reality.

    Two days passed, and I was able to calm down and talk to everyone in words.

    Four years, 4.1 million words, a very useless data.  The average day is less than 3,000 words.

    However, I know that in terms of the total number of words, at least two million must be added to this number.  That was deleted as soon as I wrote it.  Then add a million, which I discarded after writing a whole paragraph.

    Looking back on the bits and pieces of the past four years, it's like standing by a clear spring and watching the reflection of a silent movie.  Some are blurry, some are distorted, some are missing.  But it's so addictive that you can't extricate yourself.

    I remembered four years ago, when I typed the first word of the counterfeit.  That day, full of my desire to express myself, I embarked on a road that I never thought would go so long, go so far, and meet so many fellow travelers.

    I am not a writer with passing literary literacy.  I was poisoned by the vocational high school education of that era. I just learned abacus, counting money, and learned industrial accounting, but I never used commercial accounting.  Having done many jobs, he was pulling suitcases and was standing in the long crowd waiting for customs clearance at Moscow Customs. After being constantly checked by the blond customs staff, he breathed a sigh of relief holding a stamped passport, and walked quickly into the  A fat man with a lot of traffic.

    Four years ago, I never dreamed that one day, I would start writing novels.  So, when I started running for four years, I only wore a pair of shoes and a pair of jeans.  Silly, happily running all the way with his stomach full.  It couldn't be more appropriate to describe it as ignorant and fearless.

    But fortunately, I ran that day and was able to walk with you all the way thereafter.

    I remember that during the new book period, I often broke chapters at the climax, watching your book reviews, and seeing how crazy you are.

    I remember that on the day when it was put on the shelves, I called out the monthly ticket plus change, and I was stunned by three or four hundred tickets a day, gasped, and begged everyone to stay alive.

    ? I remember the first big push, it was the time when the data soared in high spirits, but an earthquake caused me to piss off at home on the 25th floor, and finally I could only hide in the tent and type.

    I remember that in Moscow, after a busy day of receiving and shipping goods, I was as tired as a dog and went home to code words. I was able to code seven or eight thousand a day.

    I remember 34,000 codewords a month, and the fear of not being able to go to the book review area for half a year.  I still remember writing a chapter with good quality, and seeing your joy and relief when you laughed or shed countless tears in the book review area.

    In four years, there are too many memories.

    These memories belong to me, but they are closely related to you.  Because time belongs to us, and fakes also belong to us.  I don't know if you are working, going to school, chasing girls, playing games or scolding the fat guy who hasn't updated yet when I am coding, but I know that we have been together and experienced this together  Every scenery on the road.

    I am grateful from the bottom of my heart.

    Let's talk about books.  Counterfeit is the first book I wrote.  I was scratching my head, sitting in front of a computer dying, while everyone else was mastering the stages of a novel.

    After writing for four years, others are veterans, but I am still a novice.  It's not pretending to be tender, it's really tender.  Every stage, every question, is completely new to me.

    People say that writing a novel has to go through different stages.

    Seeing that a mountain is a mountain, seeing that a mountain is not a mountain, seeing a mountain is still a mountain Wensi springs up, dries up, springs up, and dries up again Isn't this Nima a tosser?

    Poor me, I have been tortured alive for four years, and I still don't know what stage I am.

    However, I know that over the past four years, there have been many regrets and flaws in counterfeiting.  This is inevitable, and to this day, I am still a guy who runs mountain roads in leather shoes.

    Of course, when writing counterfeit, I still accumulated a lot of experience, a lot of ideas and materials that made me excited and excited.  I still have a full desire to express, and I want to write a goodLook, exciting story.

    The counterfeit ending is not perfect.  Just like I deliberately ended at Chapter 99 of Volume 10, I feel that I am not ready for a perfect ending.

    I said on Weibo that I wrote down the details seriously until 20 [End Times] appeared behind Sober, and the story behind it is not important.  Yes, for me and Fatty, this grueling war is over.  He went from being a mechanic who ran away to the present, and everything behind him was a matter of course.  The biggest enemy, Sober, was captured without a fight, whether it was Li Fu or William III, they were just tasteless.

    With no experience, I built a large stall four years ago. Fortunately, I kept it.

    Of course, as mentioned earlier, this is not a perfect ending.  Because I can write it fuller.

    In my original design, I designed the narrative of two people, one is Maquia and the other is Moore.  Two people narrated the war from different angles, plus the description of the war itself and the fat man's perspective.  Presenting a contradictory ending of the story that does not know whether it is true or not.  However, I thought about it for a long time, and I found that I was not ready, and the time came.

    I left this ending in Chapter 99, which is not good, but for this "new book" that has been written for four years, I am satisfied at the moment.  Flat, leave room.  Just like the stage of the war era, when the curtain was drawn at the most splendid time, I can always reminisce about it.

    I think I'll rewrite the ending one day when I stop writing stories.  Draw a perfect ending for this story that has accompanied us for four years.  And now this ending is the best for me now.  Just like we don't know what will happen to us along the way, so we shouldn't have a complete ending.

    This is not the end.

    The new book is a story of magic and chivalry.

    Very corny.

    However, for me, science fiction is a space opera, and magic is a war epic.

    I dare not say that I can write a book that surpasses fakes.  I also don't want people to compare new books with counterfeit ones.  Good or bad, it's not fair to fakes.  Not fair to new books either.  It's like comparing the older son with the younger son, but the parents forget that they are all their own children.  They are different individuals with different personalities and hobbies.

    ? Believe in my desire to write a passionate and exciting fantasy work, and also believe in my four years of experience in counterfeiting.

    I believe that I can write a feeling that is different from others.

    In mid-August, new books will start to be uploaded.  The specific release time is estimated to be in November.  During this time, I will save manuscripts.  Ha ha.

    Entered the rest area, refueled and changed tires.

    We will set off again when the runway lights are on.

    Thank you for your continued support and company.

    I am in Chengdu, and I hope that one day, when you pass by here, you can sit with me in the sun, chat and drink tea.  Recall the time in our lives that we had different experiences but shared together because of a book.

    above.

    A friend who uses words and tells stories, like time, background music, and gurgling water, to accompany you in your life

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