The World Is Clear at Night

Everything was too sudden, just like the boy who suddenly broke into her world. After enduring a long and cold winter, there will always be someone coming to you with the warm sunshine of early spring. Together with the catkins flying in the sky, it is like a beautiful dream. Ye Yuanfan saw An Yu letting his hair down in the corridor. The wind blew her hair, almost touching him, but he didn't avoid it. This was the first time that Ye Yuanfan was looked at openly by a good-looking girl, with a half-smiling mouth and an indescribable expression. He never forgot her. "A story without a beginning has no end." Concept: The heroine in my works is like me peeling off a little bit of my own soul, and then integrating it to the extreme, making it splendid on paper. She dares to love and hate. I thought of many names for her, but I felt that none of them suited her. I wrote about many people, men and women, throughout her half-life. Some brought her happiness, while others made her suffer. Some offer her salvation, and others commit themselves to the flames. But I hope that after her experience in Daoshan Volcano, she can still bloom beautifully, even if she is scarred. She is paranoid, twisted, and rotten in her bones, but she will always be like Su Yu said, a flower blooming on the top of the snow-capped mountains. People often say that cold people cannot escape love. She is far colder than me, but also more passionate. She is not afraid of death. Her youth was unhappy, and this unhappiness lasted. It does not mean that she was unhappy every day and lived in pain. She could also laugh and make trouble. She liked to sing, and she always had a desolate and beautiful land in her heart. But overall, she was unhappy, and this thing was like poison that had invaded her bone marrow. Like lice, it clung to the strange flowers of life, causing no pain or itching, and began to rot from the inside. When she was young and ignorant and gave up on herself, she was very happy. She was very happy when she had a bunch of "little followers" and several pursuers who were stalking her. She held hands with the person she liked and walked around the snack shop and vegetable market downstairs at home. She was also very happy, even happy. She embraced the body so close to her soul, thinking that it was happiness. But God has never been very kind to her. She never had real, lasting happiness. Her life has been one of loss since childhood. She's beautiful, but she's in pain, so she's dangerous. She was used to living in the spotlight, and she thought that meant she was special. But when she looked at herself in the mirror, everything was falling, everything was just ordinary. She is just a common creature, dust in the universe, and the ink marks of history have not touched her fingertips. But she will grow with all her scars. One day, she will set foot on the road to a distant place again, carrying the warmth and love left by those people when they stayed, and walking unswervingly. She will mature, and then grow old freely away from people's eyes. In fact, I despise youth romance novels and pain literature. But I have read a lot, and it is undeniable that there are also excellent works among them, and the imprint they left on my heart is even more profound than those famous classics that have been passed down through the ages. Maybe my level is too low, or maybe it's just because those feelings, close to life but higher than life, always make adolescent children throb. I am a person who likes fantasy, and I have written many fragments inspired by life, but none of them are articles. If this article can be written, I don't care how pretentious it is, whether it is in line with the current craze of online female videos, or how much scorn it will receive. I don't even care. I just hope that I am happy writing it. Fiction is far more attractive than reality, and love and hate are both pure. But I have mixed up too many emotions, and I'm afraid I can't be as happy as Jianghu said. Many emotions in reality are complicated and messy, and so are people. Faced with the same thing at different times, they will still make different choices. I wanted to write it purely, like most novels, with a fixed template, male and female protagonists with distinctive personalities, and attractive plots. Even if it never happens in reality, some people will be moved by it. Unfortunately I can't. But I still hope you enjoy watching it.