Xiaoxiong's book age has been around for ten years now. It is not long, but it is not short. It is a level that has just been able to taste it but has not been soaked in it.

Ten years ago, it was the day when the heroes competed for dominance, and they just touched a little corner of the golden years of the online literature. However, before they could feel the warmth of the sun, they could only watch the treasures disappear. The majestic momentum was gone, but they could only face the arrival of a new era.

I can't forget that the first time I happened to walk into the bookstore and opened the thick yellow pirated printing book, which said Huang Yi. Of course, I couldn't help but be amazed. This master named Huang Yi is so amazing. The densely packed works like mountains were all written by him alone. (Laughs)

What is the first book, or the first book that I really love? Is it the cute and irritating angel baby in "The Handsome God of Death", or the amazing creativity of "The Cultivator Plays Online Games"? I wonder if it is the literary and wonderful "The Legend of the God", and the enviable and jealous Wang Daming?

None of them.

The most unforgettable thing for me is that many years have passed, as if the voice, appearance and smile of those characters are still appearing in front of me, but the hateful pneumonia "Canaan Heart".

This book teaches a book, a book that has been circulated on the Internet, what exactly does it rely on to exchange for readers' true love and tireless pursuit.

Is it refreshing to ascend and reach the end?

Is it the beautiful wife who is full of ambitions to live in the world?

Or is it the humorous writing style that is full of chatter and laughter?

I think, in the end, it is still the same character, the character who is like a real person, but still living in the virtual world. Those people, like Xiao Fen, portrayed vividly, the public, like you and me, with a hint of elegance and indifference, along the way, meeting lovers, brothers, friends, and even enemies, makes people feel very "real". Unlike those books now, which occupy one or two chapters, purely naked, showing that disgusting temperament and domineering power, the only function is to provide the overused, unworthy XP, fleeting and forgotten.

The protagonist of that book has never been invincible, but he has never fought alone. He may never be like the popular cool articles nowadays, breaking stars, stepping on gods, and walking towards the road to heaven, but he can only seek it alone, brothers and lovers are just embellishments or burdens.

He walked on the ground every step, and there would be mud under his feet and would fall, but there would always be a pair of hands to help him up. He was the heroic and stubborn dwarf uncle, or the blind lover who looked at him with a smile, or the knight girl who admired him, a bard who looked indifferent on the outside but passionate on the inside. But more of it was you and me who were looking at this book, we held him up with our hands, put it in his ear, and whispered that someone was watching you, walking down with my heart.

At that time, I vaguely understood.

I love novels, not the invincible pleasure all the way, but the growth of a young man like me, with his obsession still on his way to the end.

So readers, please ask me why I am so procrastinated and why I am so literary? Why do I have to spend so much writing to describe the supporting role that may never appear in the next volume?

As small as them, what qualifications do you have to waste your energy to describe?

Yes, please forgive the dream of a stubborn new author. What he wants to tell you is the paleness of the protagonist in that world, not the protagonist alone. Even the ordinary uncle he meets, the perseverance he bears, the will he accumulates in vicissitudes, and his past are equally wonderful, not inferior to the protagonist's struggle to protect love.

I want to tell you.

It was on that land that there was a resolute man who lost the invincible father, the gentle wife who loved him, and the only daughter left alone, but never discouraged. He turned the pain in his heart into a black poisonous snake, allowing time to sharpen his will. Under the sun, he carried the expectations of his tribe and smiled, leading the tribe toward prosperity. This is his wing, his hatred, with the loading of the data, the sharp spear passed on to the protagonist. He was a man who longed for revenge, but he let go of his hatred, standing tall, not inferior to his father, and the leader of the tribe. He always showed a bright smile, carried the pain and burden, and led his subordinates to make the big family grow and prosper.

It was still on this barbaric land that two teenagers depended on each other for life. The boy with healing power was simple and kind, and regarded another white-clothed alien as brothers. They struggled to survive and grew up little by little. The trust between brothers exceeded time. The brother who was proud of his bones, even if he did something wrong, even if he was possessed by an evil god, gritted his teeth and refused to hurt the most important person. He would rather have a lot of holes in his body than insist on the last dignity in his heart.

There is also that weak mother, fragile and powerless, but with invincible love, who can create nature, move the world, and nourish all things, and use the passing of life to give birth to the first god. With the humble body of a mortal, she dares to charge towards the scarlet dragon of destruction. Even if she dies without regrets, this will was passed on to her two daughters, and they did not let down this love.

There is also the stubborn, once invincible, but powerless old man who fell down in the end, and he refused to rest in peace when he died. He turned into a heroic spirit to protect everything. There is also the tiny flower that abandoned everything and cared for his mother and sister. Even the little villain Lei who only showed his own side also had his own suffering. He was despised in his youth and developed a desire for power. His greed at all costs made people feel annoying, but also a little pity.

Too many, too many things I want to tell you are so much that they ferment in my heart, but they can only write them slowly little by little. Even if it is limited to the rookie author's ragged writing style, it seems not so outstanding, but it is stubborn and unwilling to give up.

Please forgive this willful author for his persistence and refuse to downplay these people. Even if they will slowly fail to keep up with the protagonist's pace, I will not be willing to bury them, so that no one can know the touch that is hidden in his heart and stirring.

After writing, review your speech.

Before I knew it, I became literary again. It seems that this problem is beyond help in this life.

I like myself like this.

Thank you. Those who support me, dear readers.

Luo Yu is "me" and you are also you. We have grown up all the way, and we have never been lonely or lonely.

2013/4/25
Chapter completed!