Drunk Eyes Looking at the River

The theme of a little love story in a small town always reminds me of a movie called "Li Mi's Conjecture" and a short novel I read many years ago whose title I have forgotten. I have a few points to make about the author's latest chapters, and I hope I'm not judging this book out of arrogance but rather honestly speaking my mind. First of all, the author's writing style is very good, and he has a good grasp of the love between men and women. It is neither naked nor very provocative, delicate but not cumbersome. Moreover, the topic chosen by the author is very personal to me, perhaps because of my own experience as a student! However, after the latest chapters came out, I felt something was wrong. Next, I will comprehensively elaborate on my views and some of my logical conceptions of this book. First of all, out of understanding of the theme of this book, I think this book will not be able to serialize hundreds of thousands or even millions of words like most books on the CEO's Wife. It is destined to be a book with a beginning and an end. It will be a long story told through the author's pen and the author's life as a reference, so it is destined that it cannot stop at the current level. I think that in the following chapters, the sweet plot is no longer suitable for too many appearances, but should focus on telling this story, maybe one line, maybe two lines. The development of the story requires contradictions and conflicts. No matter what the ending of the protagonists will be, they must bear their lives in this book. Whether it is Yan Yiheli or Gao Xian Zhuzhuang, they must go their own way in this book. The road... I think maybe the author has already planned the direction of the next story, and my above opinions are based on the assumption that the author has no plan. Therefore, if the author has already had a plan, take my opinion as a reminder, because I think the story of about ten chapters should be able to touch conflicts and add variables based on the original data. As Thoreau said, writing does not allow any skills, you can only write your best. Every writer has never told the story of others. Everyone is writing about himself. Therefore, real writers do not need to worry about readers, because similar people always attract each other. Write about yourself, and then there will be people who share your mind!

My name is Yan Yi. It was many years later that I realized that Heli and I were both fools. If I could go back to that night more than ten years ago today, I would gently hold her hand and talk to her. "Dear, if you would rather spend time with that man, I fully support you doing that. You don't have to lie to me with anxiety, how painful it is to live with lies!" This is growth. I know that I can't go back, and I can't ask the childish boy from more than ten years ago to deal with life with a mature heart. I can't say: I could have. Because if my heart hadn't experienced such heartbreak that night, if it hadn't been for the setbacks life has given me all along, when would I have been willing to open up and allow my heart to become soft? Heli did not betray me, she did not hurt me. We were too anxious at that time. I understand that, at most, Heli just made a little calculation and chose a way that she thought would make her more recognized than being with me. Maybe she didn't deny me because of it, maybe she denied me because of it, either way, because no matter what, that was Heli's way of affirming herself. In that lengthy story that cannot tell all the details, Yan Yi's heart may be broken forever. But that story is not true. Even though it is so touching, it is still not true. Because, under all the pain and heartbreak, Yan Yi has always been safe and sound. He just believed a story used to deny himself. He forgot that he himself was a priceless treasure, and that it had nothing to do with everything he had or lost. Thank you author, I like this story very much, even though its ending surprised me a little. But still, thank you.

When I read this novel, I suddenly thought of my first love. I thought of myself who was in love at that time. After the cold and violent breakup, she quickly found her next partner. I was also pursued by someone, but at that time I always felt that the seamless connection was not good, so I refused. When we first broke up, it actually felt like nothing, but every time I recalled those promises and discussed the future, the girl who once belonged to me would marry someone else in the future. They obviously liked each other very much when they were together, but this ended up. Later, I went to get back together with her, but was rejected. Maybe she was already having an affair with someone else at that time. She chose a new love, and I chose time. She returned two terms in just six months, and suddenly she felt like she was the same as those girls. I understood the fast-paced relationship, but I once thought she was special, but it turned out that she was not. And I am not as affectionate as I imagined. I especially like Yun Bian's words. Some people remember them hard and will forget them in a few years. I am the same now, time has blurred her voice and her appearance, leaving only some special fragments. I don't have much feeling, I just feel a little regretful, but life is not like this, maybe I will encounter more profound feelings in the future, and completely forget it. I have withdrawn a bit too much. When it comes to this work, I personally feel that it is not detailed enough. Most of the expressions are focused on dialogue, and it is also a dialogue about love. Maybe more attention should be paid to the description of some actions and expressions. Of course, it is purely a personal opinion.