A Young Man's Journey: Lighting Up the Bright Moon

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[I'll update the continuation in the revised version first. There won't be any new chapters here in the old version.] Title: "Shining on the Moon [Revised Version]" Address: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=9387691

As soon as Jiang Yang returned to his hometown of Dayue, he encountered the infamous hostage prince from Northern Chu.

Everyone said Qiang Xiao was no good, but to him, Ah Xiao was clearly a one-of-a-kind, extraordinary person.

He said, "A beauty without equal, peerless in the world. With such a lovely moonlit night, of course I came to invite you on a stroll beneath the moon!"

The beauty said: "...Get lost."

Beautiful male lead and strong, put-upon partner (the beautiful, blind, sickly one is the male lead), childhood friends, growing together, wholesome friendship that turns into love.

[Additional note]

For the past few years, I haven't been in a very good place. Fortunately, things finally got a little better last year. I planned to pick this story up again at the end of the year if I could get my real life settled, but that didn't quite work out, so I may have to put it off for a few more months.

I didn't expect to see new readers when I logged in. Before, I didn't think many new readers would find this story, because I figured a story with no reputation and no contract would probably only be found by accident, and the odds of that seemed pretty low. Plus, it's obviously abandoned, so most people probably wouldn't click on it anyway.

I'd wanted to add a few things before the story for a while, but since I haven't updated, I didn't want to touch it. I don't want to send an update notification for something that isn't a new chapter. I haven't officially resumed updating, either, so although there are dozens of chapters on CP, I haven't moved them over. I had planned to revise them first and then transfer them all at once.

But since new readers really may come across this story, I think I should add the notes I wanted to put at the beginning.

[Notes before reading]

I've written this before, so I'll just copy it over.

I don't want to spend my emotional energy on the internet, so I'll do my best to say what I don't like upfront, before any conflicts arise and make things more complicated.

[First] Don't bring up anything outside this story, including other works, authors, characters, real people, events, phenomena, opinions, controversies, and so on.

[I have no interest in learning about anyone's ideas or hobbies.]

As for my own views, to put it simply, I believe every situation should be considered on its own merits. Explaining exactly what I think would become a huge, tedious undertaking, and I'm too lazy to do it and have no interest in doing so.

I'm also not interested in watching arguments between people.

[So] You can simplify it to this: there are only two kinds of comments I want. Simple ones like "Keep it up, sending flowers" are fine, and more involved comments discussing the plot are even better. In short, don't bring up other works, people, or things. I may delete those comments outright.

Writing is something I do because it makes me happy. Whether or not my writing is any good, some of the characters I've written have sometimes given me the rare feeling that I've touched something real and flesh-and-blood, and that's very important to me.

Take Qiang Xiao, for example. At first, he was only a vague, one-dimensional concept. But during the period when I was suffering the most, I happened to pour my heart into gradually fleshing out his past and personality. Little by little, it felt as if he really was sharing my pain, my conflicts, despair, and resentment. Then one day, I suddenly felt that he was like flesh and blood brought back to life by everything I'd poured into him, while Jiang Yang was like a flower blooming alongside that flesh and blood.

They were like parts of my mind, drawn out and made into an extreme, sharp reality, and an ideal that was two sides of the same coin beneath that reality. That ideal was also the longing on which this reality was founded. It was the reality of reality, and a reality that could easily be mistaken for something false.

As I gradually began to feel that they truly existed, my state of mind became much more stable.

[So] I love them too much to like seeing them treated as stand-ins for anyone else.

I also love some of the other people I've written, so I don't want them crudely treated as mere "skins" to be fitted over some other real or fictional person, so someone can imagine a fanfic story.

Anyone can like whoever they want, but bothering me with it is impolite.

I can accept that the world is one giant substitute buffet, and that transferring your feelings onto something else is human nature. But I'll be frank: I don't like people taking the characters I've poured my heart into and forcing them into the mold of characters or people they already like. I don't mean to blame anyone; I just don't like it.

So, to reduce the chance of unpleasant things happening from the outset, I'll go ahead and nip this in the bud by saying it here:

[※] If you came here because you have a particular work or character you love and you're going around looking for substitutes to fit into that mold and fuel your fantasies, then I think you should just leave. That would be better for everyone.

After all, reading is a matter of chance. Whether or not someone comes across a particular story doesn't really matter to the reader.

[※] As the writer, I don't care if few people read this, even if nobody does.

[※] Because, when all is said and done, writing is my own business.

[※] Because I've realized that, in the end, writing should make me happy.

Of course, I know that writing in isolation for too long makes it easy to abandon a story. Of course, I like reading comments and hearing people praise my writing, whether it only has the occasional bright spot or is pretty good overall. And of course, I once hoped I could prove myself and turn writing into a career, so that I could spend plenty of time doing only the work I love in the future.

But ultimately, that was all so I could do as much of what I love as possible. If I turn writing into a process that comes with too many things I dislike just to get people to read it, then I've got things completely backward.

I'm a worldly person. I still believe that tangible results are the only proof of ability. But if it makes me unhappy, I don't think it's worth it.

We only have so much time. Since we're all rushing toward death, I think we should spend it doing as much of what we like as we can. Most people won't achieve great success anyway. I've worked hard up to this point in my life, and I've done enough. I really feel that, as long as I don't harm society, I should spend my energy on things that make me happy and not let anything else hold me back.