To My Frozen Hometown

My originally dusty heart was beating because of this book. It was a kind of loneliness accompanying the primitive wilderness and wasteland. There was a burst of vitality and a throbbing of hope. In the wasteland and ice fields, we are all lonely ferocious beasts, creeping and sneaking, fighting desperately, always looking for a place to prove that we belong. This is not the sadness of a fox dying in Shouqiu, but a kind of sustenance called "hometown".

When I first saw my hometown, more than thirty chapters had been updated. With a keen sense of good books, I clicked in and read all the more than 30 chapters that were updated at that time. To be honest, I felt at the time that this book might still be some distance away from the climax that the author wanted to write, but even so, I was amazed. I felt an emotion, sadness, from just over thirty chapters. It is a very natural and smooth sadness. Perhaps these two words are not suitable to describe such a serious word as "sadness", but I feel that I can only use them to describe it at this time. I am a person who likes to read sad stories, and I have read many such articles. But to be honest, there are very few good ones. Compared with joy and passion, sadness obviously requires more writing power and better writing style to write well, because sadness requires more empathy and resonance to reflect its charm. The joys and sorrows between people are not connected, so it is even more difficult for readers to identify and understand the feelings reflected in the article. But there is no doubt that my hometown did it. It is not a forced emotion, everything seems natural, and the delicate writing style makes it easier for people to think from the perspective of the characters. Behind every sad little story, there is enough foreshadowing and a complete background; every character is like a living person with a full image. The world in the book is inherently sad, doomed, and destroyed; and the protagonist's purpose - death, which has been clearly explained from the beginning, undoubtedly exaggerates the sad atmosphere and sets the tone of the story. In such a world, under the main line of such a story, the sad stories that follow will not seem sudden. And in the protagonist Yanagihara, the birthplace of all these storylines, this kind of sadness is even more prominent. While watching, I often thought of a sentence I had seen somewhere before. What people are sad about is not the death of human beings but their birth. I think this matches Yanagihara very well. Born at the wrong time, in the wrong place, with wrong memories, without knowing where to go or where to return. There is no home, only constant wandering, like a lonely ghost. She chose to die, in my opinion, because she did not know the reason for her birth and the meaning of her birth. She tried to find it. In such an era, she initially felt that the meaning was salvation. So she joins the fight to fight for a chance for humanity. But she found that it was meaningless. She could only watch helplessly as her partners died one after another, but there was nothing she could do. Climbed out of the dead, out of hell. She was confused. If it wasn't for her to save, then what was the meaning of her birth to this immortal body? No one can tell her. So she started wandering, trying to find. However, it was in vain. During this period, she also saw the light of humanity disappearing bit by bit. The light that she and her comrades fought desperately to grab and protect in the dark ages disappeared. She finally despaired. So she felt that such a birth and such a life were meaningless. So she chose death. But sadness piled up blindly with despair cannot win the soul, and sadness without hope has no emotion. This is why there are many books that can make people want to cry, but I feel that they are not good enough, and the reason why my hometown is particularly amazing. Hidden behind these sorrows are elements we can see at the end of every story. Hope. Sadness is that Yanagihara is destined to die, and hope is that she is not alone on this road. Sadness is that Elle can't find her sister. Hope is that she has found Yanagihara and found her destination. Sadness is the short life of Droso, hope is the brilliance that blooms in the end, the eternity left between the ice walls. The book is full of sad stories, but there is also a small but hard-to-ignore light everywhere, a hope that directly hits people's hearts. The tiny light that supports people through one difficulty after another. This is an NPC book, so its ending will most likely still be tragic. But in this journey that was almost destined to be a tragedy, before Yanagihara was destined to die, I felt that I saw hope, the hope of mankind in this apocalyptic world, so even if Yanagihara died and our eyes filled with tears, we could still say it with a smile. Human beings have never lost those lights, no matter how small. Humanity did not disappoint Yanagihara. I really hope that when mankind gets back on its feet, Liz's singing can be blown to the east by the wind, and Yanagihara who has sunk into the sea can also hear it. The lie woven with the stars finally brought hope. That is the future of mankind. We still have a future. The above are some of my feelings about this book. Finally, let's talk about the shortcomings. Updated too quickly and frequently. To be honest, the book friends in my hometown are the most Buddhist book friends I have ever met, and I am no exception. NPC is still injured in his arm. In order to have more good books like this in the future, I still think the update should be slower, and I am willing to wait. It seems like this is the only flaw I can find. This book is so perfect.

Wall Breaking Strategy 😜😜😜 I'm paid, I'm paid~ Well, I'm an old fan of NPC, but this is my first time to speak 😥 How can I put it, starting from Riven, I'm a serious person The big guys in the Northeast couldn't stand the transformation story. It might be the writing style or the NPC's attitude. Every time I read the book, it was one feeling. Watching him act cute and talk about his happiness and dissatisfaction in the comment area was another feeling. I just kept reading like this, but... I originally thought Riven had it. Sugar can be found even in poor ghosts. As a result, haha... The NPC book is said to be a novel. I think it is more like an intercepted life, a fable, and an addictive drama, from Gu Nan's lonely journey among the poor ghosts, to the partings in the wasteland, to the one who looks free and easy but carries... The shackled thief is now in Liuyuan. It seems to be a journey of redemption on the road to death. NPC books are like a jar of old wine that makes people tipsy, but like a pot of good tea that makes people's lips smell fragrant... I hope it will get better and better. Please also note that the body is the capital of revolution, pay attention to your body 👍

Many people know that NPC's book has many knives, and they will cut you gently with small knives and small knives. But actually, it's not bad. You see Liuyuan and the others are so "miserable" and self-abuse on a daily basis, but they are also quite "happy" on the road to death. Comparing it to myself, it seems that the troubles in front of me are nothing. One short story after another, with sadness and people's yearning for a better life, people can't help but feel that Yanagihara is actually wrong, and people should live with hopes or dreams or sustenance or something like that. It seems that I want to talk about the shortcomings. Probably from the reader's perspective, sometimes it is a little monotonous.

Let's not talk about the plot of this book for now. NPC books are always excellent. Whether it is the writing style or the characters in the story, each one has its own unique soul. This is what attracts me the most. Sister Nan, Chu, Li Si, and Yanagi Yuan, each of them The images of people are all imprinted in my mind. They are not the same as other novels. Every character is vivid. I think this is why NPC always changes the subject matter. This is the world he writes. Each of them is typed by the author word by word. Thank you. But they are also ruthless. They walk through my world ruthlessly without ever thinking about what they have brought to my world. After each book is finished, I will be sad for a while, as if I am immersed in the world in the book. Therefore, every time there is a new book, I feel helpless and entangled. It is very uncomfortable, but I can't help it. The world in the book is wonderful, how can I not read it? Ah, I have said so much but I don't know what I am talking about. Just think that I am being pretentious. Cry and laugh.

Lonely people walk in a world full of despair and loneliness, and meet brave men who do not succumb to reality.

I accidentally discovered the NPC book a few months ago. At that time, I secretly read pirated copies in school. After reading more than a dozen chapters, I regretted finding out so late that I had missed such a good author. Then I read Black Cat and this book Frozen. This book is one of the most touching ones I have ever read in Qidian (the same goes for poor people) In a desperate and dark era, the protagonist has immortality, but she is still powerless. She watched her teammates die in front of her and fled the battlefield alone, which made her feel guilty. People around him left one by one, making Liuyuan's heart feel dead. At this time, human beings are like prisoners waiting for death sentences in greenhouses, waiting for resources to be exhausted, and then declared dead. People choose alcohol to numb themselves - this is also very common now. Liu Yuan felt that there was no hope, so he embarked on the road to seek death, which was the road back to his hometown. But this road is the most exciting and the most promising, Deroso's last painting on the ice wall, Liz's last song on the high platform, Aztod's last report at the observatory... They burst out sparks of hope in the ordinary madness, maybe only for a moment in this long night, but it can be regarded as bright. At least, this makes people understand that the future is not just destruction, and find hope in living day by day. Ranagihara is more like a witness here. She has witnessed the world falling into darkness and the human spirit falling into darkness. Although she is immortal and has extraordinary physical fitness, she cannot change anything. Just like the collapse of the Qin Dynasty in the poor ghost, it gives people a deep sense of powerlessness. These have created the ice field in Liuyuan's heart. Maybe when Yanagihara finally sinks to the bottom of his hometown, the ice field will melt... Although it has been three years since I stopped updating, truly good books should not be buried by time, so I give them to you with the only two monthly tickets I have left

It's an ordinary article to complain before reading the article, and to lie to me after reading the introduction. You xxxx is very bad, I won't be fooled 🤭🤭🤭

The big-written books are getting better and less profound. Making the eyes of readers comfortable and moist can cure eye discomfort

This is the fourth book I have read about NPC. The first three books were all fully ordered, so I am considered a qualified audience. At least I accept NPC's writing style. Sorry, I am very dissatisfied with this book. This book has major flaws and the setting is unreasonable. The setting is unreasonable, seriously unreasonable, and the story is extremely poor! First point, the duration of the apocalypse is seriously inconsistent with people's spiritual behavior. In the book, it should be nearly a hundred years since the end of the world, but from the perspective of people's spirit and behavior, it is more like four or five years after the end of the world. The strongest sense of resistance has passed, and some people have begun to give up, but in terms of spiritual and material aspects, some of them still retain the state before the end of the world. The first example is that there is still a certain amount of artistic content in the greenhouse, let's talk about painters. Let's not talk about where the paint comes from. It is incredible that the old painter can survive and even leave an asset to the painter. He can't live anymore. How can people pursue art. The second example is that Liz was able to assemble a set of computers in the ruins of the old world, which shows that not long after the end of the world, these high-value high-tech materials were not even noticed by the top management. The third example is the mental condition of the victims. The new generation was born to survive on the ice sheet. Since they have survived, people have strong adaptability and will not be so fragile. On the contrary, those who have personally experienced the beginning of the end of the world and the collapse of human society are even more desperate and fragile. The second point is that at least up to more than 60 chapters, this situation does not look like the end of the world. After all these years, the greenhouse defenders still have bullets and have not degenerated into the cold weapon era. Therefore, there are still minerals, gunpowder, and military factories. From around Chapter 60, when the victims went hunting to obtain enough supplies to survive the blizzard, it seems that this apocalyptic environment is not harsh. Human beings can completely rely on hunting to obtain a certain living space. The third point is the social system of the greenhouse. Greenhouses are built by humans! Greenhouses are built by humans! This is the continuation of mankind's fire. How could such a class arise? When disaster victims come in, the people in the greenhouse will not receive decent resources. I really don't understand. If the greenhouse is only for the small group of people who are addicted to the status quo, what is the meaning of the existence of the greenhouse? The greenhouse should be a place where the last elite of mankind exists. It should be a place for those scientists who are willing to change the status quo. It should be a place for young and middle-aged people to work, not to wait for death. To sum up, this book seems very fragmented. The setting of the plot is unreasonable and the description of the disaster environment is not harsh enough, but the NPC still spends a lot of pen and ink to describe the emotions of the characters: moaning for no reason. Why do readers like to read "Poor Ghost"? It also pays attention to the emotions and images of the characters, but this book seems so separated? The characters in "Poor Ghost" are set against the background of heavy history and grand stories. I don't say whether it is good or not based on history, but at least it is reasonable. The background of "Iceborne" has a lot of holes. I feel like the NPCs are written on the forehead with a slap on the forehead, and the settings have not been carefully polished at all. This is also what saddens me the most. I like the NPC's treatment of characters, but I really can't stand such a story. I have to give up and look at the works behind NPC.

It feels strangely beautiful. It feels like a bowl of clear porridge; when you eat it, you can maintain your health; when you feel like you don't want to eat it, you can taste the slightly salty taste of pickles. However, the amount is too little! ! ! 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡

The previous cover was quite interesting🙂

The blade has been blatantly removed, so let me ask you if you want to eat 😓💀

A squeak that chased me all the way from the poor (≧∇≦)/

I drew a Yanagihara fanart, but it's not very very nice. I'll try my best next time.

Since then, in the two thousand years of history, there has been one poor man missing, there has been one missing thief in the world of entangled grievances and hatreds, there has been one missing messenger in the cruel and indifferent wasteland, there has been one missing boxer in the ring full of dreams and faith, and there has been one missing returnee on the frozen and cold road to my hometown. Since then, we have lost one of you in our lives, but we are still grateful to you. At least the shadow of these books still gives us a place to rest and cool down. I wish you a speedy recovery, from a reader who has been silently cheating on you for two years.

I have three years left, I hope you can recover.

*Yagihara Center *There are a lot of fantasies and fabrications _______________________________________________ When she held Deroso's wrist, the cold and delicate touch of skin stung her. Ranagihara pulled the young painter out of the camp. At this time, the starlight was dim and the sky showed a unique black-blue color, a gentle blend of darkness and light. The horn of dawn glows with a faint white light, and the night is slowly fading from the earth. The cold wind of the ice field passed through her blood-stained black hair. Liuyuan touched his face randomly and waved to the boy. "Let's go." She said. The painter's figure is particularly blurry and thin in the night, like a pile of burning ashes. He staggeredly picked up the brush and paint bucket, and walked towards Liuyuan with difficulty. "Tsk." Liuyuan glanced, stretched out his hand to take all the paints, and hung them on his arms. "Thank you, Ms. Yuan." Droso wiped the sweat from his forehead tremblingly and showed a bright smile. They stepped onto the ice field in silence, and the loud noise of the car engine broke the silent night. The car drove farther and farther and disappeared on the edge of the ice rock. But Yanagihara didn't know that when the sky was dim, the friends in the camp were opening their eyes, listening to the roar of the car slowly dissipating. Jester opened his eyes and clenched his hands tightly into fists. This is not the first time he has faced such a separation. To exaggerate, he has experienced it many times. After Anna died, the stench of that worm kept echoing in his mind. He pinched the stiff and cold quilt cover and blinked. At this moment, he recalled all his young and beautiful friends. They were running to the stars one by one, hand in hand in front of him, but before they left, they told him: Jester, you have to stay. Jester thought he was used to this unreasonable separation, but on this night, the ice field was extremely cold. One side of his tent was not covered, and the pale and cold moonlight poured in from the gap, like a roaring silver river, squeezing the darkness inside the tent. Jester felt it was hard to breathe. He huddled in the dark corner, watching the white light slowly crawling on the dark blue cloth. There were vague sounds of conversation outside, more like a vague and soft whisper mixed in the wind. Deroso is going to die, he thought endlessly. He is not sad, or even sad. This is a story that is played out every moment on this tragic land, and it is also one of the tragedies interspersed in his short life. Jester turned over, wrapped himself in a thin quilt, and looked at the low and shrunken ceiling of the tent. Kent, Macca, these two must be awake too. He thought. People who are running around on the ice sheet to survive will always be extremely sensitive to death. There is a smell when people are about to dissipate, and that smell will accompany the dying person until the end of his life. And every footprint of Droso's feet was filled with gray breath, as if the god of death was holding him while walking. The mercenaries were vaguely aware before Droso confessed that they were not blind. Kent and Macca came to him earlier and asked him what his plans were. Kent smoked a cigarette at that time. Orange sparks were swaying in the wind, and the smell of inferior tobacco filled the cold, dark blue night sky. The wrinkles on the middle-aged man's face were criss-crossed with ravines, and his face showed a strange yellowish color under the light of the fire. He took a gentle breath, took the small white smoke into his mouth bit by bit, and then slowly exhaled it reluctantly. "What do you think his disease is?" He said. "It's not like heart swelling anyway." Maika sat on the ground and looked at a withered grass in the snow. "Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to walk that far." Jester scratched his head and smiled: "I have a bad feeling." Maika raised his hand and threw a stone at him: "You are stupid." Then they talked about how shitty the weather in the ice field was and how difficult business was. This topic is like a spark falling from a cigarette, extinguishing quickly when it hits the ground. But now, Jester's unreliable mouth succeeded once with great accuracy, at the cost of the death of his friend. He sat up, the tent was twisting and swaying in the strong wind, and Jester was surrounded by a wave made of cloth. He stretched out his hand, preparing to make the open gap disappear completely. He grabbed the zipper that collapsed. As the action progressed, the light source in the tent gradually dimmed. The darkness first lay dormant on his waist, and then rose to his neck, driving away the bright moonlight fiercely like a beast. The movement of the hand stopped. The struggle between light and darkness also ceased at this moment. Jester felt very incredible about his thoughts at this time. He wants to go out. Go outside, go out now, and see the direction Liuyuan and the others left. Sitting in a windy spot, or building a fire, whatever, he wanted to get out. He stood still in shock and doubt, holding on to the edge of the tent. You are crazy. You have to do things tomorrow. You have to maintain your strength. Besides, doing inexplicable outdoor activities late at night in this weather is no less than courting death. He is just one of your employers, an ordinary painter, a poor man who is dying. Jester froze in place, fiercely pulled his hand off the tent, and was about to lie down and fall asleep again. He forced himself to bend over and fall backwards, tugging at the sleeping bag. But the moment he closed his eyes, he felt an indescribable pain that made him unable to breathe. So Jester jumped up, grabbed the protective gear around him, wrapped himself in a mess, and then rushed out of the tent almost rolling. When he came to his senses, he was already running dozens of steps away from the tent, panting, for fear that he would regret it. Jester stood under the huge sky, with the bright moonlight in front of him, and the cold wind stung his face like tiny needles. He stood in a daze, stepping on the soft snow with his feet, and his ears were filled with the noise of the wind pouring into his brain. He looked at the endless white earth. The ice and snow on the ground spread infinitely, reflecting little silver lights in the moonlight. Jester felt like an idiot, but he still didn't want to go back to the tent. My brain is broken. He thought. "What are you doing there?" A small stone hit his back. Jester jumped up and turned around subconsciously in a fighting posture. The warm firelight and the figures of his companions came into his eyes, and he was stunned again. McKay looked at him like he was an idiot: "What are you doing." Kent looked helplessly at Jester, beckoning him to sit over with his left hand, and cooking his signature broth with his right hand. Jester walked over with his dazed head and sat beside the blazing bonfire, letting the fire roast his body. The flames brought a sleepy warmth. Only then did he realize that he had rushed out in too much haste and didn't even see the two living people here. The hot steam of the broth penetrated into his nasal cavity, and he took a deep breath involuntarily. Kent placed a box of fragrant broth on the snow in front of him. Maika had already started eating, and he glanced at Jester; "Aren't you stupid?" Jester took a big mouthful of broth and felt warm all over. He had never thought that Kent's soup tasted as good as tonight. He didn't answer, but asked instead; "You guys woke up a long time ago?" Kent stopped stirring, wiped it on the snow, and said: "No, I woke up when they left." "Me too." Maika lowered his head and thought for a while: "Kent and I came out at the same time." "Oh." Jester responded. They fell into a brief silence, and then looked at the direction Yanagihara and the others left in unison. At this time, a large white light crawled out on the horizon, blending with the receding night, and the skylight turned into a gentle and hazy turquoise. A faint mist rose up and quickly dissipated under the strong wind. Jester could almost feel the mist flying past his ears. The sun has not yet officially appeared, but their vision has already brightened. The entire land is blurry, with a little green of the morning light, making this cruel land look gentle and full of vitality, making people think of the lush and prosperous Mother Nature before the disaster. Jester suddenly felt that under the embrace of this tolerant and benevolent green vitality, he could go wherever he wanted to go against the wind, just like he had imagined when he was a child. Kent's voice brought him back to reality. The middle-aged men stared at their distant friends: "Do you think they have finished painting?" They tacitly avoided the true meaning of "finished", as if the breath of death had never lingered on the young painter, and their friends really just went to paint and would come back to joke with them soon. Maika took out a pack of firewood cigarettes, lit it, and took a long puff without feeling distressed: "Who knows." He also looked into the distance with a complicated and stoic expression, not knowing what he was thinking. An extremely shining light appeared in the sky, breaking through the darkness and light, breaking through the darkness and pain, and traveling across the sky with an unstoppable momentum. The sky burned with white flames, the darkness retreated steadily, and white fireballs fell from the sky, burning the earth together. The dull black and gray colors fled quickly, running like a tide towards the edge of the earth. The panic-stricken darkness crashed into them, and then they were swallowed up by endless light. They looked up as if they had a premonition. I saw that painting that can illuminate the entire era. The ice wall appeared in the darkness, just like the goddess in the ancient epic. At the beginning of the new life of the world, when mankind was still confused, she passed through the filthy darkness and pulled her young creation up the golden ladder. From then on, mankind was no longer ignorant, and civilization took root on the vast land. A stretch of mountains and rivers stands on the ice sheet. It looks like a small piece of space from the past has been cut out and stuck into this time and space, creating a dizzying sense of time and space, but it is more beautiful than anything they have ever seen in their lives. The ice wall is quiet and silent. It's still cold, dangerous and impersonal. But the young painter turned this hard giant into a gentle exhibition board. The precious, exquisite and beautiful hope it carries can give countless people the courage to survive. Jester opened his mouth wide and spoke intently: "Drosso..." "Very powerful." Kent took the words and sighed. Maika's cigarette fell to the ground, and the butt created a small cloud of mist. He ignored it until his eyes got sore, then he lowered his head and said: "He is outstanding." Jester wanted to say something else, but couldn't. His throat was dry and clogged, as if he had swallowed hot yellow sand. No one broke the silence, no one moved, they thought of Dresso, their young and beautiful painter friend. Everyone knows that Droso may be disappearing at this time, and the free soul may have burned out and slept in the wind. They experienced the passage of time in silence, and the cold wind blew across their faces, as if they were attending an unarranged mourning meeting. Sorrow and regret were cleverly buried in the wind and snow, leaving only their calm and frozen expressions. After a while, Kent stood up and said firmly: "Let's go and find..." He paused hesitantly, leaving a heart-wrenching silence, "Go and find Liuyuan." Jester was startled, but quickly got ready, as did Mika. They are going to find Liuyuan and the others. Jester, Kent and Micah will face Droso's departure together with Yanagihara, like a qualified friend. They climbed into the car quietly and quickly, heading for a meeting whose outcome they already knew. The outline of the car gradually melted into the cold skylight, and it kept running towards the land of hope full of life without hesitation. ____________________________________________ Ranagihara squatted next to the young man's body that was twisted in pain. She blinked and said nothing. He just gently put his hand on the enlarged and ferocious eye sockets, and slowly closed Deroso's eyes with an almost gentle and firm force. The moment his eyelids closed, Droso's expression softened and his muscles were no longer stiff and tense. As if a sleeping child was disturbed, he turned over in a mumble, and his frown relaxed peacefully. Liu Yuan looked at the body of the young painter, which was pale and thin. She suddenly wanted to have a cigarette. The death of her friend made her numb, and her own powerlessness made her sad. But facing the death of a friend alone has happened too many times, and Yanagihara has rich experience in this. She took out her cigarette case, took out one, and sat down next to Droso. Tobacco burns slowly, and the red color with infinite vitality jumps in the black ashes. This has almost become a metaphor for life. But Yanagihara didn't know that she was no longer alone and silently seeing off her friend this time. The mercenaries are running towards here quickly, with a similar mood to hers and equal sadness. At this moment, no matter how the road ahead stretches, Yanagihara and the mercenaries' road ahead has been briefly washed away from the gloom. They become companions in one moment and separate the next. But at this moment, they all have a bright future. _________________________________________ It was a casual thought: After the exam, I will write something to Sister Yuan, which contains a lot of selfishness. When Yanagi Yuan was on her journey to seek death, did she ever think about the countless rays of light following behind her? When her eyes were dark, did she know that there were tiny sparks shining in the cold night? This is why I wrote this article. I also want to send this article to NPC. Since the beginning of "Frozen", there have been many big and small things happening. Thank you for your hard work. I only recently learned about the incident with my hand, so I wanted to write this article to the NPC even more. Although it is not easy, I still wish you hope and light, and we will all have a brighter future.

In recent chapters, there was a description of Al lying in the snow. I couldn't help but touch it after a few days. It was so cute. (I am just a novice from the South. I have never seen snow, so please forgive me for my poor drawing.)

Finally it's back to the theme of transformation, and the apocalypse that I like. Go! ! !

A poor ghost is like rice wine, rich and mellow, with endless aftertaste A messenger is like wine, the blood of Jesus, bitter and sweet A thief is like sake, with a refreshing taste, like an immortal but close to the common people Hometown is like vodka, with a mellow taste, wild and uninhibited

I was deceived by the author at the beginning of the introduction to Poor Ghost. He said it was a healing article, and the titles of each chapter were also very light-hearted. However, in the end he lied to me, it was obviously to Yu Wen! I am the kind of person who is so sad that my throat becomes speechless. Not only do I feel uncomfortable in my heart, but I also suffer physically. When I saw that there was only the last chapter of Doufan left, I didn't open the novel for half a year because I knew my relationship with this book would end. Later, I heard that Pauper had been banned, so I kept looking for a substitute, but in the end I found another book whose author kept revising and rewriting it like a lunatic. At first it was easy and funny, but later on the literary youth turned into a mad dog-like protagonist. Finally, I heard that the poor author had rewritten the book and transformed. I came back happily and found that there were only a few short chapters. I wanted to give it a try, but today I watched the anime The Immortality of You and suddenly recalled my frozen hometown. Unexpectedly, the author can no longer write due to surgery and depression.

I am Scissors. I am the only Scissors who has stayed in the body of the boss of this book for 12 hours (so far known). Those Xianxia fans, please stop thinking about it. There is no such thing as a weapon, but the little sister's body is very cold. Okay, I won't talk to you guests anymore, I am going to cut my kidney. See you next time! ! !

I finished reading this book a year ago. For me at that time, this book was really a very rare treasure. Although the protagonist is determined to die, he has always remained gentle and kind, helping every companion he meets along the way. Those other characters are also very vividly drawn. Characters with dreams and their persistence in the apocalypse are the glory of mankind and the glory of hope. And the protagonist is Lily, hehe. The protagonist has a good outlook on life (except that I always want to freeze myself into a popsicle, which I don't support), which made me very comfortable to watch. The struggles of those characters in the apocalypse are very telling and exciting to me. All in all, it was the most satisfying original novel I had ever read. Then I turned to the last chapter. The author stopped writing because of physical illness. It was a few months ago when I turned the page. I was sluggish. The author's self-narration made me feel his pain, and the helpless fragments brought me despair. At that time, I was reading this book on the website on my computer. I tried every means to leave my own comments, praise the book, and comfort the author, but due to personal reasons, I was unable to do so. I felt like I was slipping from the edge of a cliff, with the pebbles falling into the darkness, no more sound. After that, every time I see this book from the bookshelf, I feel a chill in my heart. Even now, this book is the novel that suits me the most. I haven't turned another page of the original text since I wrote this review, but those characters and those pictures are all coming to mind. When I look at the catalog, it shows that this book was updated 1 year ago? I thought it had been two or three years. And now I am so excited that I am narrating this lyrically because I just found out that the author is back and has written a new book, which has been updated recently. The author is alive again! He is alive! ! ! Just come back! It is impossible to know when he came back, I only know that it must have been a long time ago. Just like a year ago when I read the author's apology chapter, I only knew that the author stopped writing it a long time ago. I didn't have time to persuade him to stay at that time; now I don't have time to congratulate him either. But I still said these words, hoping that the author and other readers would take another look at this novel, which is extremely precious to me.

I feel that Yanagihara's ending is that he still won't die, and he will live alone.

Because I have read Pauper, I don't dare to read books written by the author, because I do have a strange feeling. I can't tell whether it's touching or shocking, but my soul is trembling.

I really cried when I read this book. The discomfort that came from my heart. Compared with the current situation, the world view depicted by the author can no longer be described as cruel. After the dark century, human beings are still alive in the world, and there are always a small number of people who are still searching for that beam of hope. The past civilization has been reduced to dust, and the products of civilization stand in the ice and snow, like nameless and broken tombstones. The painting on the ice wall is like a photo hung on a tombstone, telling the glory of the past, displayed in the wind and snow. The formation of the precious beam of light in the darkness, if you look closely, is like particles of light floating like fireflies.

I like it very much, this book is quite touching sometimes No matter when people have hope Disasters will always come May we always have hope The people in the book are all ordinary Maybe some are just like us This makes us like it even more The story is very good Have expectations Come on, wait for updates

Continue to update tomorrow! I like them so much (ฅ>ω<*ฅ)

NPC books give people a different feeling, fresh and refined. It makes people want to watch it again, but there are too few updates. The protagonist of the story is always unhappy and has regrets. Occasionally, the knife will be used to torture me. The places the author has visited in the Easter Egg Chapter have beautiful scenery. I feel that the author is a sensitive, meticulous and fragile person. I wish NPC Hand a speedy recovery.