A few years ago, I attended a friend's party. When everyone was leaving, I cleaned up the mess with a few close friends. In order to add a bit of liveliness to the cleanup scene, I suggested finding some fun topics to pass the gloomy atmosphere. We all agreed, but we couldn't find any fun topics for the moment. I saw that everyone was in their youth and at the peak of love in their lives, so I suggested that we talk about the topic of "first love" and share with everyone the feelings of falling in love at that time. I thought that this suggestion would be unanimously opposed by everyone. It is a sensitive topic after all, but I didn't expect that not only did it not meet with everyone's resistance, but it aroused their intense youthful enthusiasm. On a whim, everyone talked about the most unforgettable years that they treasured in their hearts. We seem to have returned to those days of burning passion. "Love" once again blows in everyone's heart like a spring breeze. The narrator's eloquent talk and the listener's attentive listening made the atmosphere at the scene suddenly become relaxed...
Among everyone's self-narratives, only Zhang Jun's story is the most touching and unforgettable. He told a love story that he had personally experienced, from the recognition and confirmation of the relationship to the final separation. It was full of storytelling, appeal and challenges. In the end, his story moved us. In order to let this story be passed down forever, everyone suggested to write this story into a novel so that the past can be passed down and admired by future generations. They heard that I had a habit of writing, and everyone unanimously agreed to assign this important task to me. At that time, considering the difficulty of the task, I reiterated again and again that I could only do my best, and whether I could complete it or not would depend on God's favor...
From then on, for this unnecessary task, in the most difficult days of my past few years, I was always looking for a suitable time and a suitable environment to complete a work suitable for the times. For it, I closed my door and studied literature; for it, I lived in a foreign country and lost my job many times; for it, I endured humiliation and hardship, and finally, four years later, I started writing...