Hello everyone, if nothing unexpected happens today, there should be no updates. Don’t rush to send the blade first. Today I just want to talk to you, and it should be the last time.

About a year ago, one summer vacation before college, I took the bus home. I hope I could earn my tuition by myself, but it was really difficult to work part-time. I sent flyers and worked as a waiter, but it was still less than the tuition fee. The freshman scholarship for college students will not be paid even if it starts. If nothing unexpected happens, I will ask my parents for money when the start of college.

This is something I try to avoid, but maybe there is no way. I opened my phone and browsed the page without a destination, and accidentally saw a push article about the Battle of Changping. After reading it carefully, I became interested in this war. Anyway, I had nothing to do, so I went to check the relevant information. For the first time, I thought history was so interesting.

400,000 people died in the Battle of Changping. Why did Bai Qi give such an order? Zhao Kuo talked about war on paper, but he fought to the end. I was really unbearable. I had a lot of imagination. From Changping, I thought of the historical story that China has been around for a long time. On the bus, I suddenly thought, I wanted to write a novel about history.

I want to write down those things in history books. China’s thousands of years of displacement, the prosperous times that have appeared, and the romantic figures who have stood by the river in the vast river.

Compared to those, I think today's life is really worth cherishing, without war, disaster, and trouble. We can read all the books we want to read and do most of the things we want to do.

And aren’t these all laid down by history that are rarely looked back?

I have thought about what kind of ideals that connect the Chinese and Western countries are in my heart when Zhang Qian embarked on the road to the Western Regions. I have thought about how far he can see Zheng He’s seven voyages to the West and watch the waves storm all over the world?

The river is red, and the sky is accompanied by whom is walking in all directions? The letter and advice are in the bones, who is saying that the country is stable? Who is wearing a dragon robe and sitting upright in the golden hall, and wants all nations to be king?

The Eight-Nation Alliance once knocked on the shame of opening the country's door; the Japanese massacre in Nanjing made people with bloodshot eyes. The artillery fire crossed the ocean and bombarded our land. Who made the first roar? The bullets slashed over the shoulders, and when fear dominated the dignity, who was the first to stand in the direction of the muzzle?

This is just a country that has just been established for less than 70 years. From the continuous wars and the people are living in poverty, to the present, basically everyone has enough food and clothing. We have only experienced a generation. We have grown up in peace, never experienced the war, never felt the cruelty of death, and never experienced the shame and sadness after despair. It was that generation who used their flesh and blood to drive out the enemy. On the day of the founding of the country, I don’t know if they had ever cried loudly.

Although that generation made many mistakes, they still brought this country on the right track. When the new policy was first established, they were already covered in silver hair. In the midst of the war, they had built a country with flesh and blood and life, for the country we built.

I want to try to say it, these, and convey them to more people.

That day, I started writing. Maybe I was too hasty and had no preparations. Just the imagination on the bus was the reason for me to write.

How could it be so easy to write a history of two thousand years?

I don’t understand history and don’t have enough literary skills. Until now, I feel that I don’t have the original feeling.

A reader once asked me, have you been moved by the characters you wrote, and have you cried, and what were you thinking at that time?

I said, I was very happy at that time.

I was really happy because at that time, I knew that I had written a little bit by myself, although it was just a little bit, a little bit of the amazing style in history. I was also full of joy.

Some readers have also said that I have changed him a lot.

I replied, I am very glad that I am not doing something meaningless.

Really, I'm really grateful.

I remember someone in the comment a few days ago said that I was still a college student and I didn’t have the pressure of life. I don’t have to be so anxious. I will write after thinking about it.

My father has no job, and my mother earns 3,000 yuan a month to move goods in the supermarket. When there was no manuscript fee at the beginning, every time I asked my family for money, I didn’t know how to ask for it and didn’t dare to ask for it.

I really don’t dare to ask for the money my mother used her shoulders to fight it little by little.

Later, I had the royalties and could support myself and give the remaining money to my family. When I first took the money home, my parents were smiling at that time, and I remember it very clearly.

I live on campus, but I will go home on weekends and they will have dinner together. That day I help wash vegetables, and my mother is behind me.

She told me that you are so tired every time you come back. If you are really tired, don’t write it. Being in good health is the most important thing.

I looked back at her, not sure what to say.

She never told me if she was tired, I was very tired, where was her?

Every month, for my little living expenses, she never told me whether she was tired or not.

I really want to make more money so that they can rest and have a good rest.

Maybe I was too hasty and wrote casually.

Perhaps, I was changed by money and wanted to make more money.

Gradually, I couldn't find my initial feeling, and I couldn't find the things I wanted to write.

I know what you said.

I like to write stories, I have loved them since I was a child, and I have always liked them very much. I told almost every reader who supports me that it would be great if you like to read them. I am really grateful. Even if you see pirated copies, it doesn’t matter.

It may be considered a scene, but that is really what I think.

I want to write stories that people like to read and want to read. After reading them, people can chuck and feel a little bit, and I can be very grateful for this.

Unfortunately, I have deviated from my original idea now.

I started to have some stories that I didn’t know how to continue writing so that you could laugh at.

I'm really sorry, I'm really sorry.

I lack talent and my heart is not strong enough. I can't write what I want to say in my heart, and I can't write stories like history even if the great men are afraid of the slightest demeanor and appearance.

I'm really sorry.

That's all, please accept my apology.

That's it, sorry, I originally wanted to tell you something, but it turned out to be full of nonsense.

This story may end here. I am afraid that I will not write it well and will disappoint more people.

Thank you for your support, for your help, and for supporting me to the present.
Chapter completed!