This story is purely fictitious, if there is any similarity in real life, it is a great honor!
At the beginning of the story, let me introduce myself first, my name is Birdman Feiyue. I'm a paid living, a reporter at best, but not famous. The little-known reporters are, at best, echoers and advocators who make a living.
The occupations I have experienced are soldiers, policemen, journalists and others. I taught myself journalism at the age of eighteen, and started writing literature in my twenties, intermittently, all according to my whim. Being a writer has been my childhood dream, but after I dropped out of middle school for some reason, I almost never went to any class, and I had to study by myself. A modern urbanite who doesn't even have an authentic college diploma has always made me feel ashamed.
Wandering around on the road of literature for these years, I suddenly discovered that news is not like literature, truth is its life, and it cannot be sloppy; I think literature is a story that conveys a variety of spirits, and it can be true Yes, it can also be fabricated. It is not bound by the "five w's" of the news. It is like scattered beads. As long as you can connect these beads and add some personal embellishments, It will become a string of beautiful pearl chains. Although the characters are different, they are all interesting.
I like to express what I see, hear, think, dream, and dream with spiritual words. The truth and falsehood of the story let readers feel and experience themselves. If the story can move you, that¡¯s my level, if it can¡¯t touch your heart, then I will tell you a story without color¡
? September 4, 2013 (remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com