Chapter 30

Missing for a year.

The first half of the year, recovering from illness.

Normal people with facial paralysis basically recover in half a month, but I drew a big one.

A few months later, I went to the hospital for an electromyogram; half of my face still had no signal, and my eyes couldn't close completely, so I could only rely on eye drops every day to relieve it.

After consulting the doctor, I learned that if this disease has no signs of recovery for such a long time, it will be difficult in the future.

So I quickly made psychological preparations for facial paralysis for the rest of my life, then gave up treatment and let myself go.

While letting myself go, hey, it actually started to recover little by little by itself.

For a while, I was used to having only half a face, so I still only used half a face when making expressions; every time I realized the other half could move, I would make up for it, which was a lagging symmetry.

Although there are still some sequelae now, it doesn't affect life, and it's basically invisible.

In the first half of the year, besides facial paralysis, many other problems appeared in my body; I used to think I was young and fearless, and then I destroyed my body to the end, and it collapsed directly.

When you start to reminisce about youth, it proves that youth has left you;

When you truly understand "wish you good health" and no longer think of it as an indifferent polite phrase, it proves that you have at least lost it.

At that time, a fellow author friend got sick; he came to tell me, and I comforted and encouraged him, letting him maintain an optimistic and positive attitude; he did the same, and got used to adding smile emojis when chatting later.

Then suddenly one day I got the news that he was gone.

Actually, our relationship wasn't that close; we were both homebodies and hadn't met many times in reality; I still remember the last time we met, after we finished eating, when the waiter came to pay the bill, I silently took half a step back to let him come out and pay.

Now that I think about it, ah, I'm really damned.

In the last period of his life, he still performed very open-mindedly and optimistically, but his departure had a great impact on me; it happened that my own body wasn't working at that time.

It turns out that I, who encouraged him to be optimistic and positive, was a coward.

I think I must have been depressed during that time; when it was serious, I would wake up with heart palpitations every night; my daily state was either not interested in anything or inexplicably angry and wanting to lose my temper.

At that time, every time I thought about "coding," I would feel disgust and fear, shivering; the psychological shadow caused by that time was too big; I once thought my career should end.

After resting for half a year, my body recovered a bit, and I thought I hadn't had time before, and I had been stuck at home for months without going out, so I should go out and walk around to relax.

Then I drove 318 by myself; after coming back, I drove around the Northeast on G331; after coming back, I drove to Hainan; after coming back, I drove to WLMQ and circled Northern Xinjiang...

I am like an ant, crawling around on the map of the motherland.

So much so that later there was really nowhere to go, and I actually started to complain about why the ancestors didn't conquer more land back then.

The broken bridge of the Yalu River, the magnificence of Changbai Mountain, the heroism of Qilian Mountain, the tranquility of Sayram Lake, the sandstorms of Inner Mongolia...

Really, going out for a walk is indeed useful.

I realized it; the literary way of saying it is feeling my own insignificance; the popular way is finally discovering that I am actually a fart.

Then, my hands itched, and I found the desire to write a book again.

Although I said last time that I would use the gap period to study hard to make up for my shortcomings and improve myself, etc...

However, I am very sorry to tell everyone that I really haven't made any progress.

As an author, I haven't read much for several years; not only that, I also found that I am becoming more and more out of touch.

In the previous chapter, what Liu Liu Yumei said about middle-aged people losing the motivation to understand new things is exactly myself.

I went to find books to read; many books I can feel the author wrote very well, very interesting, very exciting, but I just can't read them; some trendy styles are not suitable for me.

Then, I am unwilling to wrong myself to scan the list to learn and analyze; reason tells me that as a creator, this is chronic suicide, and I am destined to be eliminated by the era, but sensibility tells me that I should let myself go.

Because the experience of physical and mental collapse last time told me that the era eliminating me and me dying first, I don't know which one will come faster.

I knew very early on that my style couldn't write a hit book; I am only suitable for niche.

So this time, I just simply want to write something I am interested in. Nantong is my hometown; I wrote my hometown dialect into it; I know this is likely to increase your reading difficulty, but it's okay, my sense of substitution is very strong.

The character's home in the book is actually my hometown relative's home; I have positioning in my brain; who lives in my uncle's house, who lives in my aunt's house, including Li Sanjiang's family doing paper-tying business, which relative it is; I often went to watch Ultraman with children of the same age in his family when I was a child.

So when Xiao Yuan Hou and the others were running the map in the village, I was in the God's perspective, yo, "cloud visiting relatives" again.

Over thirty, finally touched the threshold of being able to write some era literature.

Actually, I wanted to write it a long time ago, but it wasn't suitable, because not only do I have to wait for myself to be older, I also have to wait for my readers to be older.

Fortunately, everyone is old.

Can happily engage in some memory killing.

My interest in writing this book largely lies in the fact that I suddenly thought of some old objects from the past, and then I wrote them in, waiting to see the chapter comments, waiting for old readers like me to post chapter comments "ah yes yes yes, my hometown also used this in the past."

However, it is inevitable that some cognitive biases caused by geographical factors or the uneven development of rural areas in that era will appear.

For example, when I wrote that there was a small river behind Li Weihan's house, I remember a reader came to spray me for writing nonsense that day, saying that building a house by the river is not afraid of being washed away by water! Looking at the IP, it was a reader from Shaanxi.

This is normal; if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that there would be towns built relying on cliffs. I can only say that our country is really too big, and the landform features are really too rich.

Actually, many times, supernatural elements are more like a line threading through this book; as for the beads on the line, they are individual stories and individual people.

The traditional supernatural in my cognition is not to take the pure upgrade route; don't break the barrier and ascend in the end.

Therefore, the rhythm of this book will be very slow, many things will be written very finely, will be very watery, will be watery to the point of flooding the Golden Mountain, watery to the point of being insane.

When I showed the opening of the manuscript to the editor-in-chief, my editor-in-chief reminded me that the rhythm was too slow and it was easy to persuade people to quit.

I said it's okay, I did it on purpose.

Letting go, you have to have the attitude of letting go; anyway, readers who are not used to this style will be persuaded to quit by the front, and those who stay... those who have read all the way to this author's note here are all those who have gone through hardships and survived.

When I have no big requirements for the book's performance, I feel that I can also actively choose my readers, so this should be called finding resonance.

Our country has a large population, and I am not a one-in-ten-thousand pervert; I have always felt that the things I like and find interesting will definitely have a group of people with the same taste as me.

After persuading some readers to quit in the front, when the word count increases, the everyone left in the chapter comments are all good friends with similar preferences, who can communicate and play more harmoniously and happily, which helps to create a more comfortable atmosphere.

Here, I want to thank my editor-in-chief Yisuo and editor Zhu Sha, because I have never been an obedient author, and their tolerance and help to me have always been great.

I also want to thank Yintian, PP, Yashao, Fanfan, Miaosang, Sisi and others; I suddenly said I was going to publish a book, and then temporarily called them to help me set up the operation team.

I also want to thank the readers who kept sending me private messages asking when I would return in the past year, as well as you who gathered quickly after the book was published.

I found that I am really getting lazier and lazier now; I really can't say sentimental words; look, I am even too lazy to take titles for each chapter.

Of course, it is also because the length of each chapter is too long, and it is not easy to take titles.

During the entire new book period, the only author's words I said were "there is another chapter before 0 o'clock."

Besides that, I didn't beep another word. Because I feel it is unnecessary; just communicate with everyone based on the chapter content; I add a string of my own words or thanks below, I feel it will destroy everyone's reading experience.

Alright, saying so much should be the end.

The next chapter is the launch chapter, published at 0 o'clock tonight (may be delayed by a few minutes).

Don't say I was lazy and blacked out today's update; in fact, I had 3 chapters of manuscript when I published the book, and then from the third day of publishing, it was all written on the spot; if I had manuscripts, I wouldn't have been brain-dead to post updates every day, and posted later and later.

On this point, old readers all know my writing habits.

In addition, for some reasons, the launch plan was temporarily advanced.

Therefore, today's update can only wait until 0 o'clock to publish the launch chapter, because if I write the update at night, what awaits me is that the launch update is too late to write; the boss arranged a launch activity for me, and then everyone looks, oh, this guy actually has no VIP chapters!

Finally, I am very lucky to have your company on the road of life; everyone should post more chapter comments, brainstorm more; you may not be as good as me in writing long articles, but I am not as good as you in brain holes.

At the very end,

Don't panic,

Hold the dragon tight!

(End of chapter)