Journey of the Legendary Wizard

ended.

ended.

Many, many people, many, many things have come to an end here.

A lot of things, all the stories, the people in the stories, all the things in the stories.

In fact...in fact, I suddenly don't know what to say.

Everything here is over, and for a brief moment, I am full of joy, but my heart seems to be suddenly empty.

This is the first time I've written a true testimonial, the first story I've ever written.

More than two million words, a year and a half, countless sacrifices, countless pains, and countless cold and long nights.

so many things...

I was a little disappointed.

It was painful, and it seemed like a feeling of rest.

rest in peace.

After experiencing all kinds of earthly sufferings, he finally got liberation.

Yes, writing this story, writing this novel called The Witcher Saga, was a real pain for me.

The reason for the pain is very simple. First, it is because of the results. Before and after my novels, there were novels written by wizards, and their achievements were brilliant and extremely dazzling to me.

but I do not have.

The two, from the very beginning, they have been encouraged by many people, so many book friends, and the level of activity made me envious and even deeply jealous, but the same... I didn't.

I do not have it.

The three, everyone is the same wizard chip novel, with more or less the shadow of the classics of the predecessors in the writing, but their shadow has been recognized by many people.

but I do not have.

All I have is countless insults.

Countless insults.

Countless disgusting book reviews.

Countless maddening comments.

Lots and lots of things.

very many……

It drives me crazy.

Really, during that time, I was really going crazy.

Why, why, why is the previous book that is also a newcomer and a new book, but he is the best thing all the way to the end, the book review area below is full of praise, but I have been streaking for more than a month on the shelves, and then endure countless taunts and abuse afterward.

Who knows how many disgusting book reviews I have deleted over the past year or so! ! !

Is my writing bad? Maybe, I was outside the door for more than a year, but I finally saw the door. The quality of my opening and the quality of my free period novels are really not too bad.

That novel couldn't compare to me at all, really, really couldn't compare to mine......

Of course, this is a subjective thing, but I'm still not reconciled, why, why can he get the editor's encouragement, and then continue to struggle, and come to a result, and I, and I have nothing.

The road of a newcomer is difficult, I admit that, but I am also a newcomer, my quality is not bad, why is what I have to bear like this, it is such pain, it is my suffering for a year or two in vain what.

what! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

There is another book a little later, he is similar to me, but his beginning is more extreme, that is, he directly uses other people's books, but it is even more praise, it is countless praise, it is countless recognition, it is a series of Recommendations are a lot of royalties, a lot of things.

Why, everyone is the same, everyone has the shadow of other people's literature, mine is very few, others are a lot, but why is what I get is such a thing.

Crushed everywhere.

Being crushed everywhere.

I'm in pain, it really hurts.

We are the same novel...

My writing is really not bad.

My story can definitely be taken out, absolutely can be right anyone...

But, but...why did I get something like this...

If they were different novels, a lot of different things, and were really better than me, I'd agree, but, they're not...

we are the same...

the same...

The same thing, the same shadow, but why is what I have endured like this? Why am I here to lose everything and become the most embarrassed? ? ! ! ! ! ! ! !

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it really hurts, it really hurts.

My body was shaking in waves.

My body was shaking, and my whole body was hurting.

It really hurts, really hurts, really hurts.

Why! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

what! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

crazy.

At that time, I was crazy, and I guess it's really not far.

It was such a painful time.

Unimaginably long years.

During that time, I wanted to come and write well, but I couldn’t settle down in my heart. I couldn’t grasp the full text, Calvin’s madness, and these emotions rushed up like crazy weeds, in my heart Spreading and growing, I am going to be completely crazy.

The feeling in my heart is really hard to describe.

I've stopped.

Calvinka was crazy and couldn't really write it, so I stopped the update; when these emotions surged in my heart, my heart twitched for a while, and I listened to the song while crying, and then stopped the update.

Even when the editor arranged a recommendation for me, I had a manuscript that I did not post, and deliberately broke it.

It doesn't matter after all.

A lot of things have become like this, and it doesn't matter anymore.

I've lost so many things, what's the point of writing or not writing?

It doesn't make any sense anymore.

Sometimes I really want to cry.

In fact, I cried many, many times.

I am writing the article very seriously, all the plots conceived, all the characters depicted, and other systems and so on, I am scratching my head here and thinking, I feel like crazy every day, but squeeze Without a few words, this is all the essence and crystallization, but, is it useful?

What's the use, it's useless, it doesn't work.

That feeling is like you express your love to the girl you love with the best heart and the most perfect everything every day, but she has a cold face and smashes your hottest and cleanest heart with disdain. He stepped on the ground and smashed it, and then laughed at you in full view.

Everyone around was laughing, and there was sneering on their faces.

Everyone is pointing at me and scolding, constantly scolding, constantly scolding...

Occasionally I would read those two books, and sure enough, everything was fine, but I was so tragic and even tragic.

What to write.

Stop it.

I don't know how long I cried, how much I cried.

What a heartache day and night.

In fact, I'm a slap on the street, but I'm even more miserable than the people with slightly lower grades, because their books are very good, many people are supporting them, no one will scold them, they have a book A complete novel that belongs to me, but I am not. I am being scolded. Even the meaning of writing this book is being questioned and weighed.

Not only can I not compare to those two books, but I can't compare to other books that did not fare as well as mine.

Clean without them, pure without them.

sin.

What a sin.

I closed my eyes.

The world is so quiet.

I can't take it anymore, really, I'm dying.

At that time... no, no, many times, many times, I was really close to giving up on this book.

What to write, it is extremely painful to write, I can’t write it after racking my brains, and I am scolded when I write it, and I don’t have much manuscript fee. What to write, let’s be honest and write a new book, you can write better, yes Write better, at least the new book is clean, clean! ! ! ! !

New books can naturally be written, but... but I'm not reconciled.

My story is good, really good, there are good boys, there are good girls.

Is this the end of the infamy...

Not reconciled, not reconciled.

I am really not reconciled.

Do you know, do you know, I am really unwilling.

I……

I...I...I really hurt.

A little time before writing this book, in February 2017, I just experienced a love, I met a very good girl, I like very much, I like her very much, but because of her young age, I let her go and lost. I have no love with her, and there is no story. I and her are two completely different lines in life. I didn't understand it before, but later, I realized it.

No.

There was nothing between me and her, nothing, nothing.

No, no, there is still one thing, that is the love letter I wrote to her, a love letter of more than 10,000 words that I slowly typed out with my heart on the keyboard.

She still left.

Like me, her home is in Sichuan, but her school is in Hunan, so she left, went to her school, never looked back, and never came back.

I understand, I really really really lost her.

At that time, I had already started to conceive some of the following things, probably in the purgatory world, I thought of her, she had many different appearances in my heart, and she was very beautiful.

She is Tsing Yi.

She is Sophie.

She is Annie.

She is a silver bracelet

I suddenly realized that I couldn't lose my novel.

I may not care about this novel, but I can't forget her, and I can't forget the young me! !

At that time, Violet Roland, who had given the most ardent heart.

So I continue to write.

Continue to write down.

Not for the others, for her, for the good, good girls, to prove to others that my story is a good, good story, even if it's flawed, it's still a good, good one s story.

Yes, I admit, my story is good, it's really a little bit flawed, it's a problem in the early stages.

undeniable.

This is as if I used to be, once, when I faced her, the young me.

I was in love for the first time.

Write it.

Write it.

Keep writing.

So I continued to write, and I started to continue the story, and I thought, my story was flawed, but it was still a good story, and someone would like it, and someone would like it.

Of course, in the middle of writing the article, I stopped updating for some other reasons, some in life, and some in the above-mentioned, bad emotions broke out, I didn't want to write the article, I didn't want to make a detailed outline , do not want, do not want anything.

Of course, it is undeniable that there are also some of the reasons why I sometimes get lazy and become very lazy. This is true, there is no need to avoid it, and there is no doubt about it.

This is not my novel, this is my redemption.

I think.

Yes, this book, The Wizarding Journey, is not my novel anymore, this is my goodbye, I'm really saying goodbye to my girl - I still love her, but I don't dare to love anymore She, love her is too painful, too painful~~

It's my debt, it's my sin, it's my cause and effect.

A lot of things, a lot of things.

What I thought at the time was that no matter what, I must finish this book, no matter how bad it is, no matter how bad it is, it is the same, I have to finish it.

Finally, I finished writing this story, and I had an account of myself.

Hooray~~~

My heart became calmer.

More than a year has passed like this.

Some sad, some sigh.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it's not just an explanation or a lot of things. I have gained a lot from this book.

From the people outside the mountain gate, I finally became a god in the mountain gate, and ah, I also saw the road, and I really walked up, not lost, not lost.

I have grown up too.

There are also some things about novels, about Dian Niang, those very good encounters, and they are also very good and very good, which I like and sigh very much.

In addition, there are some people who support me. Although there are very few people, it is impossible to compare with others, but I am still very happy, very happy.

Thank you, thank you.

Thank you for having you.

Whether it is genuine or non-genuine book lovers, thank you, thank you for accompanying me through this story.

I have no anger anymore, no need, no need.

Everyone's path is different. I have my own path. I walk alone, I walk alone, I stumble, and I can always keep going.

Always go for something.

This book has lost the brilliance that should have belonged to it, just like I lost the girl I love, it's the end of life, and it's the road we must take.

It could have shined brightly, but in the end it didn't fall into the dust, and I didn't have the chance, and I accepted such a thing.

It's like... the fate of dying without choosing a person.

They are going to leave after all, they are going to leave after all.

What falls on me is pain, suffering, and growth.

It's okay, it's okay.

I'm going alone, it's fine to go alone.

I have always been alone, and I am living alone now. There are many things that others don’t know and cannot understand. I used to shout loudly, but now, it really doesn’t matter.

I just feel a little sorry for myself.

I feel sorry for me, I feel sorry for Violet Roland.

I feel sorry for the purple leaf Luolan who used to be paralyzed on the chair, I feel sorry for the purple leaf Luolan who was full of pain and trembling in my heart, and I feel bad for the purple leaf Luolan who looks at other people's books and feels resentful and powerless. The purple leaf Luolan who came from the word, distressed the purple leaf Luolan who tapped the keyboard in the middle of the night, distressed the purple leaf Luolan walking on the road, felt sorry for the purple leaf Luolan in 2017, and felt sorry for the purple leaf Luolan in 2018......

I feel distressed that I have passed the age of 23 and am already 24 years old.

Violet roan, violet roan~~~

I kind of fell in love with myself, not defensive protection, but love, similar to loving myself, falling in love with me, falling in love with Violet Roland.

Violet Roland~~~

You are really walking slowly.

We all have our own way to go in this world.

The length, distance, pain, and joy in it, only one can walk and truly understand.

The world is very big, always intertwined with different joys and sorrows.

Everyone's world has never been connected.

We can look at other people's scenery outside, but we can't walk into other people's world to experience other people's joys, anger, resentment, joys and sorrows.

You never walked my way, and I... never came into your world.

laugh/

In fact, I just planned to talk briefly, but I didn't expect to say so much at once, and there are a lot of negative emotions, a lot of emotional outbursts, etc., emmmmmmmmm, it's really a lot, too much.

Apologize to everyone who saw this, after all, this is not a good text, it's a bit sad, 2333333333333

It's over, it's over~~~

Okay, let's get down to business, um, it's about the new book.

There will definitely be new books, because after all, I am a guy who relies on novels to eat, and there will be new books in the near future. It should not be long.

Please don't delete the bookshelf first, after all, I'm going to talk about it --- I'm going to lose my subscription and collection when I think about it, I still want to say 'Rinima',,, lol cry / cry with laughter / cry with laughter /

Alright, that's it for the end.

I hope everyone can have a smooth road and have a good life.

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