Blue You

If I had to write a paragraph for these so-called novels, then through the short youth of the protagonist Lan Dongchen, I think what I want to express is growth. The articles on youth are all similar. A few best friends and a few girls have a beautiful yearning for love and friendship when they are young and ignorant. I don't dare to shamelessly call myself a writer. At best, I am just a storyteller. I have to say one piece of advice: Never fall in love with someone who writes novels, because they eat wire, pull fences, and are very good at making up stories. I tried Murong Xuecun's writing method, which was to lock myself in an expensive hotel and force myself to write something. Later, I found that what I wrote at that time was completely unavailable. There were two reasons for me to continue writing. One was my friends' urging, and the other was to assume the most satisfactory ending for my youth. This is something meaningful and makes me happy. I once divided all things into two categories, one is meaningful and the other is meaningless. Try to do what is meaningful, and try not to do what is meaningless. I thought my life would become more fulfilling in this way, but later someone told me that people spend their entire lives happily wasting their lives on things that are meaningless but make us happy. It suddenly dawned on me that life has no meaning in the first place, but I just have to find happiness in a meaningless life. Later, I reclassified all the things into one category that made me happy and one category that did not make me happy. Things that make me happy, such as playing the piano, writing, and reading, I must do; things that don't make me happy but are meaningful, such as work, I try to do; things that don't make me happy and are meaningless, just let them play with the handle of a spoon. On the day of deadline, I had a heavy drink alone. In a daze, Lan Dongchen came to my side. We nodded, he didn't speak, and neither did I. I accompanied him through his youth and frivolity, and he drank a whole box of Bravely to the End of the World with me. I feel sad for the character Lan Dongchen. Perhaps youth should be like this, giving youth and true love to a person who forgets each other in the world but misses him until he cries; and gives life to a person who helps each other but ends up being ordinary. In fact, no one who has truly loved has not had a few sad past events. Sometimes when I write, I think about some past events, just like pricking my own veins with a pen, drawing a tube of blood, writing a paragraph, and then drawing another tube. Probably only when you really let go of the past can you look back, purse your lips, and say to your past self, oh, is it just like that? Let's end it like this. My friend asked me what the ending was. Regarding the ending, I want to say that the one in your heart is the most perfect ending. Strictly speaking, this should be considered the third novel I have written. I have forgotten the purpose and reason for writing in the first place, and I don't know what I write to express. If I have to say something shamelessly, I think what I want to express is growth and desire. The book describes many hangover scenes. I like drinking, all kinds of wine, and most of the content in the book is the product of my drunkenness. What is writing? What is the meaning of writing? I think it's nothing more than making up some characters and then running rampant into lawlessness in their world. I remember reading Feng Tang once said that the two major functions of writing are self-deception and deception. I agree with this statement. But in writing, I enjoy the pleasure of instilling emotions into the characters I create. I don't like the pretentiousness and pretense of Lan Dongchen, but I envy him and wish him well. The people who left left, maybe they should have left long ago. Those who stay stay, and they will stay. Just like what a friend said: Leave the best to those who are filtered by time. I have read many stories and am writing stories, but after all, that is not my life. I am still young, we are all still young. Conception: