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    Sometimes she can't stop chattering.  Sometimes silent.

    I want to hear her talk.

    Only when she talks can I really calm down.

    She exists in another dimension.  It exists quietly.  I told her that I was writing a book called [Blue Forest]. Whenever I thought of the character Ziying, I couldn't help crying.

    She asked me why I was crying.

    I said, I sympathize with her.

    She is a tragic figure.  The humbleness of love, but the inability to love.

    ? According to the original idea, Lei Xiaoyan rarely appeared on stage, basically playing soy sauce.  I added her later, just to make up the word count.  It doesn't make any sense.

    I did not write a complete synopsis of the story.  Every day, I think about many things.  Confused, confused.  Inspiration is an elusive thing.

    I want to write 500,000 words, but it doesn't seem so easy.  Like a straight line has almost reached the end.  Maybe 200,000 words can write the ending.  This is a bad omen. I want to make the plot narrower and narrower. What I want to express is not this idea. It should be broad and intriguing.

    I don't want to write something too sensational.  After writing and writing, I still can't escape this cage.  The bottlenecks encountered in the creation, the plots that racked their brains to conceive.

    Have you ever experienced the moment when your arms are tired and sore and you can't lift them up?

    Have you ever experienced being unable to fall asleep in the middle of the night just because you couldn't think of a storyline?

    Have you ever driven yourself into a split-brain in order to perfectly create a character?

    There are many characters in [Blue Forest], but the only one I can't let go of is Ziying, maybe because she is tragic enough.  On the contrary, Lin Shujie and Huang Jialan didn't have much feeling.  Their names are as common as plain water in my memory.  It's not even as profound as the Lu Mengchen and Yu Jiahe I wrote about before.

    I am different from ordinary people's memories.

    I will forget the plot of the story I wrote, but I will not forget the name I wrote.  I will not look through the things written in the past, I will feel childish and ridiculous.  Usually I call it "the corpse of the work".  If anyone asks me which work I like the most, I will tell them that it is the next one.

    People don't stay where they are.

    As you grow older and experience more, what you write will be different.

    Maybe I was born to write, and the romantic complex in my bones keeps me out of touch with reality.

    Now what I write is what I want to write.  I don't care if anyone sees it or not.  The rest of the time, I just want to please myself.  And sometimes the heart will soften, and the bad guys are not bad enough.  The direction of the plot will be flat.  I don't have any feelings for Huang Jialan and Lin Shujie.  Before writing, I would listen to a lot of songs, my ears were about to explode, to cultivate a sad mood.

    Just like an actor brewing emotions before a performance.

    I love writing, even though it hurts me sometimes.  Pain and joy with every word I wrote.

    I don't know if I can make the plot of [Blue Forest] wider, I don't want to write it to the end so soon.

    Looking forward to a burst of inspiration.  I don't want to write too tragic plot, I just want Lin Mujie and Huang Jialan to be happy forever.

    When I was 20 years old, I was worried for a long time because a three-year-old child called auntie, but now I was walking on the street and was called auntie by a 13-year-old child, and I was able to calmly respond, um.  I think I have finally reconciled with age.

    I envy 20 year olds.  Because they are having the youth that I can't get back.

    Wearing a mask is not a bad thing, it just covers the shortcomings of appearance.  Showing a pair of puzzled eyes.  It is not easy to be detected by others.  It's a cover for emotions.

    2020.  I am 30 years old.  At first I didn't want to grow old, I didn't want to grow up.  Wish time stood still.  Hope the years are safe and sound.

    One of the things I look forward to the most is to wake up with my vision back to normal.  The world of short-sightedness is simply abysmal.

    Maybe I've written too much blue lately.  Even looking at the blue overalls are so good-looking.

    If there is a next life.  Hope to be reincarnated as a peerless beauty.  Overwhelm the country and the city.  All the regrets left in the previous life will be completed in this life.  No need to be too smart.  Goofy and kind-hearted.

    In the future gender world, there must be a majority of unmarried people.  The reason for this is related to the rapid development of the network.  I used to love you like a marriage contract, but now I love you like a common meal.

    I have been to many places, the only place I have not been to is your heart.  I want to step on the lingering spring breeze, not to be ruthless with the years, not to be more beautiful than the years.  Quietly and full of joy, walk into your beating pulse.  with blood flow?Your body.  Your brain has memories of me.

    A rain, quiet the world.  A snow, the world is beautiful.

    I like nostalgia.  The bag I used seven years ago is still in use.  Although it is very old, it has been with me for seven years.  The broken edge is the trace left to it by the years.  It is the map on which I grew up.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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