Disclaimer: All chapters are locked, please do not click to read.
I locked the chapter myself because I felt that my writing was not good, so I planned to re-write it, and then re-post it when it was finished.
When I first started writing this article, I couldn't wait to start with just an impulse, an idea, and an eagerness to make money. (Friends around me are all working part-time to make money to support themselves. I am anxious and want to make money for myself without relying on my parents.)
Regarding the story itself, I only had a rough idea. I read some writing guides, fumbled around and wrote an outline, and arranged the name of the protagonist, the world setting, and the general situation of the story. Okay, I decided on the outline and seemed confident, so I started writing. It's so impulsive and blind.
At this time, I couldn't see myself clearly at all. I felt that I would be able to write it well based on the accumulation of novels I read for more than ten years. What's even more frightening is that at the same time, I still have a sense of arrogance. I feel that my major in college is Chinese language and literature, and writing should be a no-brainer. I just don't write on weekdays. If I do, I will definitely produce good works.
But this was an extremely wrong misunderstanding. Reality slapped me in the face: I often got stuck, couldn't arrange the plot of the story, had no new ideas, and couldn't connect the plot to one another. Therefore, I can't keep writing my stories. I often spend three or four hours writing a plot over and over again, which may only be a thousand words. Every time I finish writing, I go to read it by myself. After reading it, I feel bad and even I am not satisfied.
When I can't continue writing, I wonder if it would be better to write another one? So I opened new articles, thinking that the new articles would be easier to write. Just like that, I opened more and more new articles, but I couldn't write any of them.
Being in this state consumed all my impulses, and I couldn't write anymore, so I gave up my plan of updating and writing novels every day, locked the article, and didn't write another word for a long time.
But I am still passionate about writing novels and want to continue writing novels. Not only because I want to make money, but more importantly, I want to present the stories and characters that I have imagined in my heart (this is what I have always wanted to do). Therefore, I need to settle down, deal with the messy things in my study and life, and then focus on one book, explore it slowly, take my time, write it well, revise it well, and then publish it.
So if you happen to see the title of the book and are interested in it, I would be very grateful. But that's why I want to apologize to you for making you happy because it hasn't been written yet.
But if you are still interested in this story, then please look forward to it. Someday in the future, I will try my best to write the best version I can and present it to everyone. This is the agreement I made with myself.
Sorry, thank you.
October 17, 2019 at 8:30 in the morning
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The moment the moon turned into smoke, the puppet silk in Si Xi's left hand fell out, turned into a beautiful and noble puppet in red, and fell to the ground.
"Puppet..."
Si Xi recalled the strange novels he read when he was keeping a low profile. It said that there was a puppet spirit in the world, which would implant its puppet silk into the person he fell in love with, and then throw himself into the people next to that person, and achieve a good marriage with that person for a lifetime. But before the lover recognizes himself, the puppet cannot tell everything. This is the limitation that God made them adults. And if this puppet spirit who has joined an adult dies before his lover recognizes him, he will turn into a wisp of smoke and dissipate in the world. And the puppet silk implanted on the lover's body will take off and turn into a puppet that is exactly the same as the puppet...