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    Time, like a dog!  !  !

    In a blink of an eye, it has been more than two years since I stopped updating this novel.  In two years, I changed from an office worker living in a foreign country to a good young man who returned to his hometown to start a business.  Looking in the mirror, I seem to have forgotten what I used to be like.

    Two years ago, I could happily type on the keyboard in the house after get off work. At that time, I typed so fast that I was dazzled.  But today, two years later, when I retrieved the login password I had forgotten for 17k, the friends who stayed up late with me to update the novel were not online for a long time, and the brothers who laughed and scolded and discussed the plot of the novel were gone.  The speed of my typing on the keyboard is not as accurate and fast as before.  .  .

    When I was very young, when my Chinese teacher asked every child's dream in the dilapidated teacher, others said that I wanted to be a scientist, businessman, and pilot, but I said that my life's dream was to be a writer.

    To this day, my dream is still to be a writer.

    However, at this moment, I am unable to do what I want, and feel that the dream I just knocked out is out of reach.

    Now, I am in the world of chaos, and I am physically and mentally exhausted by many mundane things. I don't even have a plan, and I don't know which direction I will go in the next step.

    Maybe one day, I'll start writing again.  Write down the beautiful things in my heart, and write down my feelings after experiencing many things.

    Every stage of life should be a kind of understanding, whether it is good or bad, but one day, we will all sit down quietly and think about the detours we have taken over the years, the wrong words we have said, and the wrong direction we have decided.  Loved ones, hurt journeys.  .  .  .

    I think, I still continue to start a business, but I classify myself as a literary youth, so one day, I will continue to live in this small town as a literary artist.  .  .  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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