Six Records of a Floating Life

On the morning of December 17, 2024, sixteen years after you left, I saw this article of yours. On a whim, I entered the two letters "be" in the search engine, and the first thing I saw was your "I Wait for You Until I'm Thirty-five". I had heard earlier that the writer Nan Kang Bai Qi wrote his own experiences into the book. At that time, I hated all the pain and despair in the world and did not dare to face it and solve it. Today, at an age where I don't have much experience, I read your short but deeply rooted article with awe and a little melancholy. Tears silently flood my heart. All the beauty and pain of your past sixteen years ago, your thoughts and considerations are wrapped up in the dust of time. , Hit me all over my head and face, causing me to sneeze loudly and chokingly. The interface of the website has not changed in several years. The last article you left, "Fate", stood silently behind the dazzling white light of the computer. My thoughts were surging and I couldn't help myself. I left some superficial words to mourn you. If people have past lives and present lives, they will be reincarnated. All the suffering in your previous life will turn into happiness and peace in your current life. I imagine you when you were about sixteen years old, walking through the streets of a certain city, or running in the mountains. No matter what, you are a happy and pure boy. This is the same as your nature in the previous life, and it has not changed. You will grow up safely, find a partner who loves you and love you, and live your life as you expected. Kangkang, the last life was too difficult, too difficult, but you are undoubtedly brave, follow your heart, and resolutely pursue the path to death. Looking through the comments section under these articles, I couldn't help feeling that time is rushing like a river, and those strange years have lasted until now in the blink of an eye. I once saw someone compare life to a river. I think you will like this metaphor. When you jump, the river washes away the scars on your body and the scars in your heart. The turbulent rolling of the river, coming and going, coming and going, takes away your lifetime of suffering and brings you a pure new life. From that day in 2008, it will last forever and never hurt again. There are only a few days left until 25 years, happy turning 17

I didn't expect to see you in Jinjiang. The first time I knew you was when I first entered the industry. I heard a saying in Yuandan circle: "If you don't listen to the drama, you will worship the world; if you don't read the article, you will read Nankang Baiqi." I later learned that your account number in Jinjiang was still saved, so I found you with mixed emotions. After reading your Six Chapters of a Floating Life, I cried for most of the night. Kangkang, you must be happy in your next life.

In fact, I really want to travel back to 20 years ago and post to you, even if the people around you don't love you, it doesn't matter. There are many, many strangers like me who love you very much. You are not alone and you are not alone. My grandma said that if this life is particularly difficult, it means that the difficulties in the next life will be added to this life, and the next life will be particularly smooth. Therefore, Kangkang must be super happy now. He will definitely get what he wants in the college entrance examination this year, and the road ahead will be extremely smooth [milk tea] [milk tea] [milk tea]

I rolled with laughter while reading "Six Chapters of a Floating Life". I read it again after knowing the ending. Every word is like a knife. Nankang left all his sweetness to books and sank into the Xiangjiang River. Kangkang, this is your eleventh year since you turned thirty-five. Have you waited?

Kangkang, I really feel that today's novels are getting worse and worse. TT There is no real feeling in the long flow. The author seems to just want to "please" the readers, without any inner feelings, they are all on the surface. It makes me feel so uncomfortable. TT Maybe the times are really getting sick, people seem to be more free, and the shackles are indeed tightly entangled and never relaxed at all. If you saw what it looks like now, I don't know what you would think.

2026.01.03 Four years later, the second episode of Fusheng Six Records was completed. I didn't cry this time, I just felt it wasn't worth it. Maybe it was because I was still young when I first watched it. At that time, I saw a lot of people on TikTok talking about "the four regrets of the original delay" and "listening to the drama and not listening to Yibai Tiandi and reading the article and not reading Nankang Baiqi", so I watched it. After watching it, I burst into tears. After a while, I had no impression of the specific content written in the article. After a few years, I have read more things, so I read more carefully this time. I can feel that Nan Kang loves him very much, but he does not seem to love Nan Kang as much as he remembers, and suddenly he feels that it is not worth it... As an outsider, I can only know their stories through words, so I can't comment much. Nankang Nankang, may you be well in the next life. May you love someone in the next life no longer need to be restrained and interfered by the outside world, and be able to love someone freely. Hold hands, hug, and kiss in an open and honest way. May the two of you grow old together.

Nankang, after all, you are 16 years old this year. Have you met someone you like? In this life, no matter whether you are gay or not, you can go out in front of the world openly and hold your lover's hand. When I think of this, I am really happy for you. Sometimes I wonder, will you be like us, looking at your works in the previous life and wondering? But I think it's better not to let you see it. If the memory is restored due to stimulation, that would not be good, it would make you very sad...

The south wind blows gently across the Xiangjiang River, and the true love of Kangzhuang falls into the underworld. The white body cannot sink for fifteen days, and the bright moon cannot be full again. The six notes are like the words of the harp and the harp, and the thirty-five notes are full of fruit and nectar. He stayed by the bridge for seven years and passed away. In the next life, the music will be broken and the strings will be continued. Happy New Year from Nankang, I wish you well

I can't believe these words were written by a boy. They are so delicate and sensitive. It turns out that personality and gender are not completely related. I hope you will be braver and stronger in the next life, and be born in a more tolerant social environment.

Reading the author's words, I really feel your poetic delicacy. I think of Lin Daiyu, who died in tears and burned the manuscript to end her infatuation. She broke off this earthly bond and returned to the Sansheng Stone to continue her work on the Crimson Pearl Immortal Grass. We can only imagine that your soul will ride on the poetry to a place where everything in the world is gone.