Random Notes

Baozi, I first noticed that you read "Wen Qinghe" by mistake. Your description of his appearance in the first chapter left a deep impression on me. It's not just about "beautiful", "handsome" or "handsome", but because the appearance you described can reveal the character of the protagonist. I was surprised that a new author could have such writing power, so I chose to follow up. I've said before that I like this book the most, but after reading it, I didn't rate it very high. You said that you remember every reader's message. I wonder if you have paid attention to the ratings. Do you think I am hypocritical for saying that I like it but giving it such a low rating? I'm not lying, I really like Wen Qinghe, but the completion of that book is indeed not high. I thought you just failed in writing this book, and the next one will be better. Unexpectedly, I followed two more books in succession. The beginning is still perfect, and the follow-up is dull, but at least it is no longer anticlimactic. Isn't this progress? But this also made me realize that your book is not to my taste, so I stopped there. Later, when I saw your related news, I found that you had been copied by Wupanjian. I have always been a person who loves to join in the fun and is very empathetic, so I sent you a private message in the middle of the night. I wanted to comfort you, but I don't know if it was conveyed to you. Anyway, because of that incident, I seemed to know more about you, outside of your works. Then I saw your essays in Jinjiang, and suddenly I resonated with you. Suddenly I had the feeling: It turns out you also suffer from mental illness, it turns out there are people who feel the same as me, this feeling I'm not very good at positioning myself Reader? But our tastes are not the same Netizen? But we didn't even say a few words So I don't know how to comfort you - of course, maybe what you need is not comfort. I believe I can sympathize with your feelings. Sometimes you feel that you are terrible, and sometimes you feel that everyone else is stupid. The strongest love and hate sometimes burst out at the same time, causing the soul to ache and collapse, and sometimes even tears cannot be shed. You may stare at a place blankly, not knowing whether you should complain or not. If you want to complain, who should you blame? Why should you complain? The plain words of comfort always seem hollow because of the lack of support. We are strangers, which makes the words of blessing seem false and empty. But I sincerely wish that everyone in the world will be free from disasters, be safe, be happy, and have a lot of money and a lot of love - everyone, including many of you, be blessed Don't chase the past, the future is bright and bright

I was looking through my comments today and saw that most of them would always reply to my comments (although I only posted two). Then I clicked on the book to relive my old dream, haha. Here are some personal thoughts: I was in school when I was chasing this book again. Although I had the pleasure of reading several chapters when I got home, I gradually became tired after chasing a book for a long time. I gave up many of the books I was chasing. I started to look for new prey. Book reviews are the most intuitive and subjective things in books. Everyone is defending and arguing. There is always a mess in the comment section of a very popular book. People argue for various reasons that I don't understand. It's wrong to go up and defend it with a few sentences. I was very sad at the time and I didn't understand them, so for a while I left JJ and went to other places. Sha Giaowen made me happy, no need I didn't need to argue with my brain, but I felt that I was unsatisfied. Later, I thought about it, and it would be better if people were happy. I reduced the frequency of depositing money, started to look outside more, and occasionally visited JJ, and suddenly I found that a reader actually enlightened me and said, "Comments are noisy, but they are really noisy." Try to understand the characters, they may even inspire the author." I suddenly realized that debates are not "arguments" with rules. Then I looked away. I remembered that when my teacher taught me how to write new media copywriting, he said that controversial copywriting is the only return copywriting. I suddenly understood, and it seemed like I had grown up in an instant. In the past, I always didn't understand the twists and turns between girls, saying one thing to her face and another behind her back, but as she got older, she became a polite person (it's true that I hate it, it's true that I'm indifferent to it, and it's true that I want to help it); when I get older, I will dare to take a taxi alone at night without any care, and laugh at my previous stupidity; now I honestly go out with people during the day, and feel that I was reckless a few years ago and was innocent and cute when I was a child. I don't even know what's going on with me. I don't lack love but want to show off love. I don't believe in pure love but want someone to love me. I'm a bit of a pleaser but also refined and self-interested. But at least this proves that I'm unique and precious, right? (The above is the neurosis of a twisted person at night. People always want to talk. If you ask me what I want to say, it may be a meaningless moan. Plus this emotional journey in my heart, I will tell you here. Meeting is fate. I hope it can make you smile.) Finally, I would like to thank the author for showing the warm world and interacting with my comments. When I read, there is actually a book waiting for me to follow. It is really something worth looking forward to. To the years. To the great. May everything go well in 2025 🌈, I'll give you nourishing liquid as a New Year's gift hehe.

Maybe no one will always be there, but there will always be someone, give me a hug

"Looking at a reader's column..." This is a big bug for the author~ silently

Hahahahahahahahahahahaha

Hug, be well 🤗

When will Xiaoyu come back to write?

... Let me prove that I still remember the author. I remember the author who made me realize one late night that I was not "brain-sick" or "neurotic". In the past few months, friendships collapsed, parents were dissatisfied, failed the college entrance examination, and old illnesses relapsed one after another, but maybe it was suppressed for too long. These were more like the first lightning and the first thunder in the sky that had been dull for too long - although I couldn't cry and just wanted to laugh. All the unnecessary thoughts that others or I thought were "unnecessary moaning" in the past became my anchor point. I still don't know what I want, but I know what I don't want. I still don't know what I have, but I know what I don't have, so I have an almost cold calmness after a brief collapse. I don't know if this is good or bad, but at least it has allowed me to "survive the desperate situation" at the moment. … What nonsense am I talking about? I don't know if I have the qualifications to say this: but I sincerely hope that both the author and I can continue to grow and get better—not in the eyes of others, but as long as I feel that I am better.

... Let me prove that I still remember the author. I remember the author who made me realize one late night that I was not "brain-sick" or "neurotic". In the past few months, friendships collapsed, parents were dissatisfied, failed the college entrance examination, and old illnesses relapsed one after another, but maybe it was suppressed for too long. These were more like the first lightning and the first thunder in the sky that had been dull for too long - although I couldn't cry and just wanted to laugh. All the unnecessary thoughts that others or I thought were "unnecessary moaning" in the past became my anchor point. I still don't know what I want, but I know what I don't want. I still don't know what I have, but I know what I don't have, so I have an almost cold calmness after a brief collapse. I don't know if this is good or bad, but at least it has allowed me to "survive the desperate situation" at the moment. … What nonsense am I talking about? I don't know if I have the qualifications to say this: but I sincerely hope that both the author and I can continue to grow and get better—not in the eyes of others, but as long as I feel that I am better.

Maybe there is no absolute right or wrong. Existence precedes essence. As Hao Jingfang said, the only way to prove that a choice is right is to take one step forward along this choice, and then take another step.