Documentary novels come with their own contradictions. Fiction is a false demonstration of identity, while life is a true blend of souls. This novel is indeed the product of some rational thinking and is not like other novelists said, "You can find your own shadow in it." On the contrary, I do not want readers to force their own worldview into the world of the novel, because strictly speaking, the novel is my product. But this is somewhat inconsistent with the so-called "documentary fiction" I proposed at the beginning. I also hope that readers can recognize my imposition.
Well, back to the subject, since it is a documentary novel, I must interpret life. This interpretation may be the same as what the reader thinks, or it may be completely opposite. I hope the reader can forgive me for this, thank you! Because the novel only makes you think, and the rest is actually difficult to map to your life.
So, remember, your life is the real thing, and all "books" are "novels". No matter how successful you think you are in a book, or whether you can determine success or failure, it is still a book, nothing more.