First of all, I want to say that I am very long-winded and do not have the ability to write prose, so please be patient and read. In any case, it is a free gift, so raise your hands in salute.
It has already been 10 months since I started writing from the year of the Qing Dynasty. 300 days passed in the blink of an eye. It passed so quickly that other than the extra money in my account, I didn't even feel any change.
But the contents of the book were changing. The Jinghua and Jiangnan volume still stuck closely to the topic. One front and one back, the two lines intersected. Finally, the matter of Jingdou and Jiangnan was explained clearly. However, of the original 150 chapters, there were still a few more in the end. My control was indeed not perfect, but there was never anything perfect in this world, so it was not good to be so strict with myself.
In the conclusion of the fourth volume, the Fog of the North Sea, I once said that the Fog of the North Sea mainly wrote about the handover. The romantic figures of the previous dynasty died, and the romantic figures of the present appeared. This volume, Jinghua and Jiangnan, was actually a process of succession.
In reality, between the older generation of Xiao En, Zhuang Mo, and Han and the younger generation, there was still the middle generation, represented by the Emperor, the Eldest Princess, and the four Great Grandmasters. Their strength was the strongest. If Fan Xian and Haitang wanted to take over, they had to break through this tough barrier. However, this had to be a long process. Given Fan Xian and Haitang's current strength, they could only slowly wait for an opportunity.
Fortunately, that middle generation was not a piece of iron. There would be big problems between them. This was the main content of the last two volumes.
The succession in this volume was a difficult kind of work. Destruction was always easy, and construction was always difficult. In this volume, Fan Xian fought the princes in Jingdou and subdued the Ming family in Jiangnan. Although he did not succeed completely, he still achieved his desired goal. However, this process was too troublesome. After the troublesome process, Fan Xian finally truly controlled the Overwatch Council and the palace treasury.
He began to emit the aura of a bastard …
A friend suggested that the fifth volume was written well, but the style was a bit too gloomy.
I had to admit that there was nothing I could do about it. Brilliant political battles never existed. In a society with imperial power, one could not rely on criticism and self-criticism to resolve internal conflicts.
The reason why I had such a feeling, apart from the content of this scroll, was because I wasn't very good at writing such schemes. My IQ was only at the level of the average person, so when I wrote, it was natural for me to feel gloomy and sluggish.
The first half of the fifth volume wasn't too bad. The battle with the Eldest Princess and the Second Prince had already been foreshadowed in the first four volumes, so it was easier to write. Moreover, there were some new characters that I liked, so I was happy to write it.
These people included the First Prince, the Shadow, the woman...
By the time he went down to Jiangnan in the middle, he froze. It wasn't that he hadn't thought about it. He had thought about it a long time ago, but it was written that he was unhappy. Most importantly, Fan Xian's opponent was the Ming family, that insidious, shameless, weak, and bastard Ming family.
There were no good people in the Ming family.
However, in this scroll, Fan Xian could not do anything to Iron Blood, which made him very unhappy.
But on second thought, didn't I write it myself? Why do I have such a problem with the Ming family? If you want to criticize, you should criticize my hands on the keyboard.
So, here, I have to especially thank Fei Liguo.
Yes, it was that Fei Liguo who appeared as a guest in many books.
Around the first of December, around the time Fan Xian went down to Jiangnan to take in Xia Qifei, I once had a long chat with him on QQ for an entire day. We talked about the years in Jiangnan.
Thank you to him for giving me many good ideas and giving me many good ideas. He gave me serious criticism and said that I should have some confidence in myself and not always think that I won't write well. Once I think I can't write well, I really won't write well... and such long-winded words.
I really have to thank him. I want all of those ideas. I want all of those ideas too. One by one, I want all of them. My original design is filled to the brim, so even if the style is gloomy, I'm not afraid … I believe that everyone can see the effort in this scroll.
Most importantly, I had recovered my confidence. Many people said I was narcissistic. The people who loved me said this on their blogs as if they were looking at a cute puppy. The people who hated me said this through gritted teeth on the forums. In reality, narcissism was just a strong reaction to lack of confidence.
I always thought that I could write better, so I wasn't confident. But later, I finally understood that my writing was good enough. At least, it was worth the money everyone spent on subscriptions. That was enough.
I always thought that I could write better, so I wasn't confident. But later, I finally understood that my writing was good enough. At least, it was worth the money everyone spent on subscriptions. That was enough.
At the same time, I had to thank those readers on QQ who generously gave suggestions. Huo Hua, Pillow, and especially the one with the evil smile on his face who strongly urged me to use Wang Cheng's cameo. There were also a few people whose names I had suddenly forgotten. Plum Blossom? Sarui, I won't be listed. Thanks to all the TV.
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The fifth volume, Beijing, Jiangnan. What I liked the most were the occasional chapters in the first half of the novel. For example, listening to the wind and rain in a small building, or an assassination in a rainy day. Although the things I wrote were very intense, they were full of spirit. Not only did I write the feeling of the picture, but I also wrote the texture.
Also, the second half of the plot was interlocking, the rhythm was appropriate, and the foreshadowing could be caught... This wasn't narcissism. It was a kind of self-comparison. I had written novels for more than six years, but it was rare to write such solid words. This was really a kind of improvement for me.
Other than the major channels, what else was important in the fifth volume? I thought it was nothing more than the women by Fan Xian's side. There was no need to mention this. I also didn't like to use the phrase "take what you want". Sisi was taken, but Haitang was?
I always felt that Fan Xian was taken by Haitang...
Wan'er would have children, Haitang wouldn't marry anyone else, and Ruoruo would finish her studies and return to the country. This wasn't a promise I made, but I was willing to write it that way.
Later, there was something more fun. Just thinking about it made it fun.
That was why the next volume was called "Pleasure Before the Palace".
Pleasure... that should be the meaning of the word, but it actually had three layers of meaning. After I finished writing it, everyone would understand. It was quite fun.
However, no matter how fun it was, people would still die.
In this new volume, I will definitely be able to write a good scene. I hope everyone will be satisfied. I will try my best, but there are times when I'm at my limit. Perhaps some of the chapters aren't that good. Please be understanding, I will try my best.
Alright, the summary of the fifth volume ends here.
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Now, let's talk about the past year 2007.
In the past year, a few of my relatives left. It was a very difficult thing to bear.
Other than that, it was tiring. I started writing the Year of the Celebration of the Lunar New Year in May until today. I hadn't rested, not even for a day... Although I went to Beijing to attend the award ceremony in July and didn't write for a few days, those days were also very tiring. Although I didn't write for ten days during the New Year, it was actually more tiring than writing. I'll talk about it later.
Other than typing, there was more typing every day. This kind of life is really not that smooth, so I really admire those writers who work every day for several years. I only persisted for half a year, and I can't take it anymore.
When I was writing Suzaku, when I was writing crazily, I would still take a day off every week. But now, even that day has been thrown away.
Why do I have to make myself so tired?
There were three reasons. First, everyone was waiting to see. Second, I could earn money. Third, I knew that I was a lazy person. As long as I rested for a day, it would become a habit. It would be hard for me to wind myself up again. That was why I didn't dare to relax.
And the reason why I can persist, other than the first two reasons mentioned above, is naturally because... I like to write.
I really like to write. When I write proudly, I will really slap the table and shout 'good'... Sigh, it seems that this proves that I'm narcissistic.
Then let's not talk about it.
In the past year, other than being sad and tired a few times, everything was good. Very good, very good. There is nothing more to say.
So, thank you, everyone.
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Finally, I will tell the story of this trip back to my hometown. I originally wanted to write a mid-length story, but I found that I really didn't have the energy to do so, so I just casually said a few words.
In the morning of the 29th, I took a bus and a boat back to the county town. In the afternoon, it was the big family reunion. There were forty to fifty people. My cousins and nephews who haven't seen each other for a long time drank wine and congratulated each other. Some people shed tears during the dinner, very touched.
On the 30th, I accompanied my aunt for the reunion, gentle and speechless. I drank more than ten small cups of Wuliangye, very happy.
On my first trip back to the mountain village, I was very grateful for the government's life-saving project. They built a guardrail on the side of the mountain road... But there was no guardrail on the winding mountain road. My cousin's driving skills were not good, and she stalled on the slope, slid backwards, panicked, changed driver, succeeded.
When I arrived at the mountain village, I felt a lot of emotions. In the 90s, my mother's hometown was ordered by my family to spend a summer here. I still remember the days when I was surrounded by green trees and big rocks. I took three little girls to climb the trees and fight. We played six decks of cards and performed in the dusk to see who could sing the most songs.
At that time, I was twelve or thirteen, and it was my first time listening to Luo Dayou. The girls who were a few years younger than me didn't understand, so we competed in singing nursery rhymes and folk songs.
That summer, the song I sang the most was — Today is your birthday, my motherland — It seemed to be this name.
When I arrived at the mountain village that day, I went to the trees and rocks that I used to climb. I brought my brother-in-law and niece, who had never been here before. Unfortunately, I only found the big rocks, and the trees seemed to have been cut down.
I wanted to go to the house where my third uncle used to live, because I used to live in that house, and I always thought that house was the most beautiful villa in the mountain village. Unexpectedly, I didn't take a few steps before I heard a dog barking … I suddenly remembered that in 1990, I was also welcomed by two big yellow dogs on both sides of the road. I trembled as I entered the house, so I was scared. Unexpectedly, it was a black dog that looked like Chen Shuping.
My third uncle had moved to the county town. In the village, there were a few uncles, no, a lot of uncles. They were busy giving New Year greetings, reminiscing, and being moved. Four days passed in a flash. During these four days, there was no Internet, no computer, and my cousin's newly built house didn't move the TV over, so I didn't even watch TV.
At night, I would stand on the balcony of the new house and stare at the lights on the opposite mountain ridge in a daze. The night in the mountain village was very dark, and the lights really looked like the stars in the sky.
It was not a petty bourgeois, although it was really something. The main reason was that we went to the mountain ridge on the second day of the New Year.
The mountain ridge was called Zhongxing Liangzi, and it was directly opposite our village. There was a river between the two mountains, and there was a stone dam on the river. It was very beautiful.
The problem was that the mountain was very high. It looked very high from the mountainside, not to mention the climb up the mountain.
But we still had to go there.
It was because it was the place where my mother had fought and lived thirty years ago. After she graduated from the teachers' college, she was assigned to teach in the primary school on the mountain. She lived there with her sister and grandmother for more than five years.
When my mother left the mountain, she was already eight months pregnant with me. She went down the river to Yichang.
I was always curious. How did my mother walk down the mountain with a big belly?
My mother was now more than sixty years old. She told us clearly that she couldn't climb up the mountain anymore. As her children, we had to take her place and go to the primary school in the mountain village thirty years ago.
Moreover, my sister was also very motivated. She had lived there until she was five years old, and her feelings for me were deeper than mine.
On the second day of the New Year, my sister, brother-in-law, eldest cousin, second cousin, and little cousin went up the mountain. I held the bamboo stick that my niece had made.
When we went down the mountain, we met my cousin and her husband. We chatted for a while before crossing the river and climbing to the other side of the mountain.
I decided to give up.
I was tired. I was so damn tired. My eyes began to sparkle. It showed how my typing job was harming my body, and how hard it was to climb that mountain …
I didn't need to describe my feelings in detail. Anyway, my sisters and brothers had coaxed me and tricked me. We took three steps at a time and finally reached the top.
The top of the mountain was flatter than the middle of the mountain. There were fields and houses. Of course, there were people there, and there was an elementary school.
The old school from thirty years ago had been demolished, but the new school was still on the mountain.
We first went to the new school and took some pictures. In a noisy classroom, we found many people playing Pai Gow and gambling.
Then, we went to the old school and chatted with the residents next to the school. We found that the old school had been demolished and only a dam was left. My sister sighed and said that we used to play on this dam.
It was foggy and cold at the top of the mountain. I couldn't describe it. When I went to the department store to buy water, I heard a name. It was something called Cui. I remembered it was my sister's playmate. I asked her and learned that she had married in Hubei.
The most successful thing was that we found the home of one of my mother's good friends next to the old school. The poor aunty had moved to another place. We only saw her uncle and her son. The uncle didn't remember what had happened in the past. He only remembered his mother's and father's names. He also remembered that his father was a soldier.
The aunty's son lived in the Chengdu Sports Institute. She gave us her phone number. We exchanged greetings and felt touched.
Then, we went down the mountain and returned to the village. I told my mother the details and her phone number. A few days later, she contacted the aunty. We planned to have a good chat later.
When we returned to the village, we met her eldest cousin's son and daughter. They were very sad. My eldest cousin was the sister I had mentioned in the article. She had passed away. Alright, let's not talk about this anymore.
Life in the village was good. My niece, brothers, and sisters had fun. I saw them playing Landlord and climbing the mountain happily. It was like a pilgrimage.
My sister told me that if I didn't climb up, I would regret it for the rest of my life. Now, I believe it because I have climbed up. In the future, I will let my niece climb there again.
My mother didn't have a good time on the mountain. However, she didn't tell me the details. Fortunately, there were many uncles who could help carry things up. She only told me that on the first day she brought her sister and grandmother to the elementary school, the wind was strong and it was raining. The three women, old and young, hugged each other.
Grandmother comforted my mother. "Daughter, don't be afraid."
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We left the village on the fourth day of Chinese New Year. On the fifth day, we went to warm up the son-in-law's house. Son-in-law was someone close to us. Now that we met across the yellow earth, we didn't feel as sad and sad as when we first heard the news. It was more of a comfort … The younger generation was living well. After kowtowing and burning joss paper, we arranged the dishes and wine along the graveyard. We sat with the son-in-law, toasting and eating as if we were going on an outing.
When we went down the mountain, we saw those white banners. I didn't know if it was the name. Alright, let's not talk about this anymore.
In short, I went back to my hometown and found that the new town was very beautiful. My elders were healthy, my brothers and sisters were rich, and the younger generation was well-behaved. I was very happy.
Oh right, one last thing. On the fifth day of Chinese New Year, after drinking, we went to sing. One of the girls who had competed with me in the village was there. She had graduated from university several years ago and was working in Haidian.
The well-behaved girls were picking songs, and the eldest girl was singing.
I was drinking wine. When I heard the music, I almost spat it out. I looked at her dumbly. It's been eighteen years, and you're still singing folk songs? Do you want to continue challenging me?
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