The Little Things Between Authors and Readers

Yueyue... When I saw the long comment I wrote for your short article four years ago, I really feel that things are different and people are different... Maybe you have forgotten who I am, and you still wear this ID that has been changed since you left (but this is a small number), because you are my first life. I just want to thank you for the happiness you have brought me.

Ah, although I feel that Ah Yue, you may not remember me for a long time. After all, it was when I insisted on following your articles when I was still in junior high school, but I want to say that your articles really brought me a lot of fun at the beginning! Although I haven't read the article for a while, you have always been in my exclusive favorites! Well, after all, when I changed my ID and found that you remembered it, I was really happy. I jumped up from the bed and jumped a lot! _(:з)∠)_Well, the solid camp and the flowing soldiers, although readers come and go in waves, my love for you and your words when I read the article comes from the bottom of my heart!

Why do I feel so sad after reading this. This is the first time I have seen the author Dada, and it is also the first time I have read the author's articles, so I decisively collected the author Dada. A reader is also a little transparent writer. Every time I see a comment, I laugh until I feel like I have a stroke, and I want to cry. It turns out that I can really be seen and recognized by others. Every day I start writing from the feeling of bottleneck. Sometimes my blood boils as I write, but I can still write a lot of words. After writing a small chapter, I feel extremely confident and feel like I own the whole world. Then when it was time to sink to the bottom of the sea again, my heart became cold again, but I still cheered myself up unconsciously - someone will still see it, just wait, maybe they are looking for me, as long as I keep writing, they will see me. Only the higher I stand can they see me when they look up, so I have to keep working hard and keep writing. I am a person with extremely low self-esteem. I have no skills, my appearance is hidden among the public, my IQ is weak, and all I have is a never-ending nightmare every night. In my dreams, I was always alone, either being hunted because I broke into some mysterious organization's evil deeds, or being preyed upon by terrifying monsters. I can only keep running, because if I don't run, I will die. I can feel my heart screaming in my chest and my legs that are like lead. I always feel the loneliness of a person who suddenly wakes up at night, or the confusion of seeing dust dancing in the sun after the alarm clock rings. When I told my friends about nightmares, they gave me some advice on how to avoid having them again, and I nodded. But I have a contradictory mentality. On the one hand, I hate those nightmares, but on the other hand, I cherish these nightmares. Isn't it ridiculous to say that, as an extremely ordinary person, my dreams are special, novel, and bizarre, so I am different from them. So I want to logically organize my dreams and write them down for everyone to see. This is my original intention of becoming a writer. I have been writing since I was very young, but I never wrote a complete story because I wrote them over and over again and tore them out and rewrote them over and over again because I was not satisfied. My mother once saw me and she once severely questioned me about what I was writing and asked me to focus on studying. But I still haven't given up writing. It's what I love, and it's the thing that I persist in doing the longest besides eating and sleeping. Now I still come to the website every day to read some articles. There are gods who are sought after by thousands of people. I always wonder if one day I can have one-tenth of their brilliance? There have also been authors who I think are excellent, but they didn't get much publicity, which makes me feel very regretful. Why have most of these excellent authors not been discovered? So can I persist until the day when I am discovered? Today I saw you, the author. I think DaDa is really special. DaDa is already respected as a great god, but DaDa still replies to almost every reader's message. I always thought that those great people were too busy to reply, and their actions deeply warmed me. I always felt that even great writers would not remember most of Little Transparent's fans, but I never thought that I would meet such a special author like you—it turns out that there is someone who cherishes her readers so much. I once thought that as a viewer, I just accidentally discovered a new world. Because I was a passer-by, I would eventually leave. I thought I was passing through the author's world, but I couldn't even catch their back. But today, I can finally say that I am no longer being selfish, but I am consensual. Most of the articles I read are not just for simple entertainment. I always think about the plot after reading it. I want to stand in their shoes and feel it more, so that when I write the article, I can make my article fuller. By saying this, I just want to tell the author Dada that if I like the author Dada, I will always support the author Dada, no matter whether he writes articles or not in the future. Knowing that the author has also worked hard step by step until today, I have more strength in my heart. Maybe I can persist until this day. After collecting the author, I logged out of my account and wrote a message again. I hope that I can make friends and communicate with the author with more excellent works in the future. I very much hope that the author can read my message. This is my first long comment. It is my voice and my journey. Finally, what I want to say is. I finally waited for you, but fortunately I didn't give up. Waiting and being waited for are always relative. The author must believe that there are really many steadfast readers like me. They may seem unknown but actually have a deep love for the author in their chests. Don't look at it, their faces may be as pale as water, but their hearts are as deep as fire.

I didn't forget [Let me be healthy] It's just that I came late [crying] I'm sorry [holding fists]

Well, it's true that as time goes by, the author's name, the title of the novel, and the protagonist's name of the story will all be forgotten one after another (the first two may never be remembered). For most readers, reading novels is just a pastime. The author is too far away from them and is only equivalent to an NPC who can publish articles. Probably only true fans or readers who are fellow authors will remember the author and want to hook up with Barabala. I used to think that I was just one of the millions of readers of the goddess, and I was just being sentimental. Now I understand how much the author loves his readers

After reading the comments, I feel that Ah Yueyue loves to be cute as much as my senior brother ╮(╯▽╰)╭

When I read your article, you had already stopped writing for several years. I regret that I didn't follow your article. I miss you very much.

I like Ah Yue's writing very much because it is very warm. When I read it when I am lonely, I forget my loneliness in an instant. Every time I read Ah Yue's articles, I feel a sense of admiration. Ah Yue who can write these articles is also an extraordinary girl. Ah Yue, I like you. Ah Yue, come on

The first time I ordered it, I dedicated it to "Nine Swords"~ I won't forget it (*ˉˉ*)

The capacity of novels in my brain∝, the first one I read on jj now also has images