
Daydreaming Crosses Me
About This Novel
--The daydream I wrote came true, and the literary spirit in my writing came to help me out of the quagmire. Lin Zhan lived for nineteen years, and there were only two things in his life. The same endless quarrels, patriarchal cold looks, a childhood that was almost given away, and a future that is about to be drained of value at a glance. Another thing is the novel she wrote for three whole years hidden in the encrypted memo on her mobile phone. That was her only outlet, a daydream she only dared to bring out late at night. In the story, she created a home for the heroine where she didn't have to bow her head, and wrote about a male protagonist who understands all her tolerance and protects her. She doesn't have to be sensible, sacrifice, or sacrifice her whole life for her brother's life. Until that New Year's Eve, when she was locked out of the house, a desperate wish made the hero of her novel stand in front of her across thousands of pages. Xie Ciyan, the literary god who gave life to her every stroke, was the salvation she wrote thousands of times. He understood her unspoken grievances, her unwillingness hidden in her words, and her obsession to study and control her life despite all her efforts. Everyone in the world advised her to accept her fate and be sensible, but he was the only one who stood in front of her and said to her: "Your life should be written by yourself." She writes stories to cross the characters, and it turns out that from beginning to end, she is crossing them all. And he was born from her pen and ink, and will eventually return to her world.
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