Self-order
In March last year, I moved and packed up my old belongings, and came across a diary from when I was 20 years old. I was curious about what I wrote back then, and when I opened the first page, I found three goals I had set for my life: marry a good wife, go abroad once, and write a novel.
The first goal is achieved earliest;
The second goal has been exceeded;
As for the third goal, what dear readers are reading right now is about a man named Luo Ning's understanding of a good wife in different eras. Here are:
His first love, Lu Ming, was a woman who held hands and was abandoned, causing him pain for a lifetime;
His wife would rather be a woman whom he holds hands with but gradually dislikes;
His lover Shanshan, a woman whom he can't hold but misses deeply;
His netizens are several women who want to hold hands but can't even meet him in person.
Time is the best fighter. A slap on the left made Luo Ning forget the pain, and a slap on the right made him say goodbye to the encounter.
No auxiliary writing tools are used. Every line and word is the author's decades of observation, experience, and emotion. Do something, see something, hear something, think something. So it was written slowly, and it took one year and five months to complete.
Corrections welcome.
Thanks!
October 12, 2025
