Qian Zhongshu said, if you eat an egg and feel it is good, why do you need to know the hen that laid the egg?

I think so too. But there was no Internet in Qian Zhongshu's time. If there had been, his hen would have been stripped clean.

There are no secrets in the Internet age. Liu Cixin can curse people on Tieba, and Hideo Kojima will promote his works everywhere on Twitter. When the life-filled behaviors of celebrities are exposed to the public, they will fall off the altar in the hearts of some people and become reduced to

For the commonplace.

If Mark Twain had lived in this era, he might have been a big troll in forums; George Bernard Shaw might have fought against others for Genshin Impact; Dostoyevsky might have borrowed a small loan because his card was drawn crookedly.

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This is a very interesting era. I like it very much.

Among my readers, some know me through this book, some know me from reading "The Saint of Tea" and "The Beauty Group", some read all the way from my answer posts, and some read my posts

Articles in magazines, platforms...

The things I have written are too many and too complicated. Readers each hold fragments of me, but they find that they can’t fit together like a puzzle with missing pieces. So they are confused. Many people are asking, what makes a person who writes about small things come together?

The author of Bai Wen came here to write such a book?

What force turned the author of "Drawing the Female Boss into the Beauties" into the author of ""?

In fact, I don’t mind people getting to know me. I don’t have any secrets. So here I will briefly introduce how the miraculous craftsmanship of nature allowed me to grow into such a face.

If you're not curious, keep the mystery alive and skip this section. It's a long story.

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【Special thanks】

Jingfeng Zhiyuan, Damenzrr, no intentional typo, Clay White Buddha, Wandering Toad, How is the love, a piece of snow cake. Thank you for your recommendation.

(The "My Super Powers Refreshed Every Week" by a piece of snow cake is very beautiful. The link is in the chapter section at the back. Click to go there.)

【Special thanks】

ptik, Mo Xiaoxuan, the tearful monster in the starry sky, a guest in the mortal world, a flowing wave, a fighter against naughty boys.

【Special thanks】

Shadow Immortal Qi Tian, ​​Qiran qwq, Literary Op, Ning Baiming, Entering a Dream, The Age of Wei Wu, Notes, Let's Get a Wuxiang Egg, Drunken Sword Changge, Damen Zrr, Camus' fanboy, a person who does not want to reveal his name

Lord Guang, Feng Yi, are flowing waves, are you at home at night, Yi Xinghe, Daoyuanzhai, group friends naturally wake up, Oh Ordinary Heart, Du Ying Qun Feng, Zi Xinqi 66, three-inch annual ring, group friends

Feng Lu, twenty-three years of romance, Jiuli, Luo Hua Ming Yue, Qcber, An Ziyu, LC, Wu Mian, anti-bear boy fighter, Wen Liang, hes, Ganfan century fuyin warrior, Jiangpan, Mo Liyo, tut tut

, Mr. Le who does not want to be named, underwoodtan, Mr. Zhe who does not want to be named, Mr. Ai who does not want to be named, I am not that kind of person, Shihuai A, Fengyuntun, Nanshu, Save Salted Fish, Storm

Commander, I am illiterate, Lan.

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It wasn't until I was about 20 years old that I finally made up my mind to start writing.

Before that, whenever I expressed my inclination towards writing, someone would always advise me not to think too hard.

They told me that you can take up writing as a hobby, but you still have to find a class. This is for your own good. Then they forwarded me the famous quote "Don't turn your hobby into your career."

When I was in school, my parents encouraged me to read more books, but as I read more and more books, far beyond their most optimistic imagination, they began to fear. They put away everything I could touch.

, let me concentrate on studying.

Study, study shit, I’ll watch it secretly.

But I am the kind of person who is relatively easily influenced. I can't do what I want to do like Han Han. In fact, I think those who persuade me do do it for my own good, because I also doubt that, myself

How good is it, and whether it is really possible to sustain a life by writing.

I was very scared. I didn’t want the writing I liked to become a painful thing, because there weren’t many things I liked. I was so internally consumed that it wasn’t until I was 20 years old that I made up my mind to just treat it as a hobby.

Write about it.

At that time, the answering platform had just opened for registration, and I also registered. I wrote random answers on it, mostly essays, but also some novels and stories.

This post attracted tens of thousands of followers.

What I wrote in secret at that time, thinking that no one would discover it, was frequently reprinted in magazines or some influential media. Even the professor in our department knew about it, and he would still comment on it until a few years after I graduated.

The junior students mentioned me.

I worked in new media, wrote a lot of copywriting, and wrote scripts for comics. I also met a group of writer friends.

There is always a strange concept in my mind: I think novels are different from other texts. Novels are more valuable and more fascinating to me. I would rather be a writer of novels than an "opinionist" who outputs opinions.

Of course, you can do both, but you must create a novel.

The inspiration for this novel came from that period. It was probably 2015. At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, I was walking home and made a voice call with my apprentice, telling the prototype of this story: a middle-aged man who was down and out.

I hope to win the Nobel Prize in Literature and read all the Nobel Prize-level works, but unexpectedly I shine in the porn industry.

The name of this story is "The King of Love".

At that time, I never thought about writing an online article, nor did I think about turning this story into an online article. I originally planned to publish it to a purely literary magazine. I kept in touch with the editors of some literary magazines, and I published this story

The beginning of the project was sent to them and received unanimous praise.

However, this story was not written down after all. I am only twenty years old, and it is beyond my ability to write about a 30-year-old middle-aged man. But I am not in a hurry.

Wang Xiaobo had his "Golden Age", and I also had my own "Golden Age". At that time, I felt that I was capable of anything. As long as I wanted, I could write 100,000+ and 10,000 likes at any time. It was like playing table tennis.

A master can control the landing point and rotation of the ball at will. At that time, I wrote as if I was playing. I played with words.

At that time, I never thought that I would become an Internet article author in the future. I didn’t think highly of Internet articles at that time. When I evaluate Internet articles, I usually say that they are “wanking to people’s souls.”

Later, it was not until 2017 that I started writing online articles at Qidian. The reason why I started writing online articles was also due to a rather bizarre reason.

I once wrote a short story called "The Exploding Bowl Hand", and I can still find it when I search for this name.

This novel reached the top of the popular website for that issue and was reprinted by some magazines. It was reprinted without telling me. It wasn’t until a reader sent me a private message that I realized that I had been reprinted by the print media.

Only one magazine contacted me and promised to give me a manuscript fee of 200 yuan. But to this day, I still have not received this manuscript fee.

Including that magazine, a large number of magazines didn't even pay attention to me. Later, I heard people say that print media has long been dead, and the payment speed is very slow. And the way they choose articles is a group of editors.

I look for manuscripts everywhere on the Internet, and then "recommend the manuscript" to the editorial department, and the magazine will pay them a "recommendation fee." It sounds true, but I have no way to verify whether this is true.

In short, this incident left a very bad impression on me, making me think that it is difficult to make money by writing for print media. Because I also have a side job of writing for public accounts, and I have already made a lot of money. In comparison, naturally

It seems that the paper media is in poor condition.

Compared to novels, I am actually better at writing essays and prose. But in my mind, novels are different. I always feel that novels are more "precious" than exporting opinions. Because images are greater than thoughts. I want to do it anyway.

Become a novelist.

However, the pressure of graduation is looming, which makes people have to consider money. So I wanted to find a suitable platform for me to write novels.

The first choice was naturally a platform that attracted attention. At that time, I was between a "little transparent" and a "little famous". But there were no other means of monetization at that time, and even writing stories was something that everyone wanted to do.

I don’t know where else can accommodate me and still make money. The rest of my livelihood is nothing more than taking the public exam.

Or just write online articles.

In fact, my style is not suitable for writing online articles. I read very little online articles. I took a quick look at the novels on the list and started writing an online article myself. The writing was chaotic. It was neither traditional literature nor traditional literature.

Like web articles.

As a result, this writing became popular in Sanjiang.

During the period when I was serializing my debut online article, my parents and all my relatives believed that writing was unreliable and that people always had to have a job. They strongly urged me to take the public examination.

In my heart, I didn’t want to take the public exam, so my focus was still on writing. In order to avoid my parents’ urging, I hid in a friend’s house and prepared for the exam while writing.

As a result, I passed the exam.

After passing the exam, I had to go, right? I stopped reading and went to work. Not long after, the supernatural area at the starting point was gone, and my book was gone with it. This was the whole process of writing an online article for the first time.

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The second time I wrote an online article was three years later. During these three years, something happened, and I hardly started writing. What happened specifically, I talked about in the last book, is no longer like

Sister Xianglin kept repeating it.

I really want to use a cool word to describe my three years of silence. For example, "That night, when the wind and rain came heavily, I experienced my own Dragon Field Enlightenment." But there was no such night, and there was no such Dragon Field.

Some are just ordinary life day after day, and the glorious deeds I once had seem to have disappeared overnight. Some are just the constant tug of life and death. I have been thoroughly worn out in this tug of war.

All in all, when I returned to the human world after three years, I found that Sanjiang was not as good as before. I was not as good at writing as before.

To describe it, it's like being isolated from the world for three years. After three years, you suddenly find that the world has become very strange, as if you have traveled through time.

The platforms suddenly had a new level of writing, and there were many people I didn't know before, speaking words that I couldn't understand.

There are suddenly a lot of memes on the Internet that I don’t understand, and some memes that I have never heard of have even become bad memes.

Writing suddenly became very unfamiliar. Whether it was writing novels, essays, or answers, I was unable to do so, just like a patient recovering from myasthenia.

As I walked on the road, I often felt very hesitant, as if something was missing.

If you experience something that you are very good at and suddenly become bad at it, you should feel how I feel.

I suddenly became very unconfident.

But I won’t shed tears because of the sad spring and autumn, right?
To be continued...