To be honest, I don't know if I am a real "rice". I have never bought the genuine "Tomb Robbers" novel, nor have I followed "Third Uncle"'s Weibo and updates. I just simply like the work "Tomb Robbers" and the confusing puzzles in it; I like the incredible adventure plots; I like the vivid and three-dimensional characters; I like the tangled but sincere friendship in it.
In view of the above love, I also feel deeply distressed in my heart. I feel sorry for Zhang Qiling's indifference after suffering; I feel sorry for the "innocent" persistence that would rather break his body in order to solve the mystery; I feel sorry for the fat man who sacrificed his life for his brothers regardless of life and death. I also feel sorry for Xiao Hua who has experienced all kinds of tranquil sorrows in life... Yes, there are too many people who deserve to be loved - Hei Xiazi, Wu Sansheng, Xie Lianlian, Chen Wenjin... Each of them has carried too many missions and misfortunes but is still strong. It is this kind of strength that makes people feel distressed, because the connotation of being strong is that no one can protect them. Their strength is their last armor.
I admit that I am not a first-rate writer, but I am willing to use my poor writing to create a different world. In this world, everyone can be happy, and everyone can choose not to be excellent or strong, because they have been excellent and strong for too long. Some would say this is vulgar. It doesn't matter, whether readers like it or not, it is my work.
Intention: Zhang Qiling, do you know that I regard you as a god, but I also pity you for living alone and speechless for hundreds of years. If I could, I would devote all my writing to giving you a worry-free life. Young Master, do you know that I regard you as a god, but I still pity your innocence and let it sink in the sand and sea? If possible, I would like to devote all my pages to returning your innocence to your original state. Xie Yuchen, do you know that I regard you as a god, but I also pity you for licking blood from your knife and staining your clothes with blood? If possible, I would spend all my years playing with you and making flowers. Black glasses, do you know that I regard you as a god, but I also pity you for laughing at life and death and looking at the world indifferently. If possible, I would spend my whole life wandering around the world with you.