Although you have seen through me, I have not changed

my love for reading the comments in the chapters. I read them several times almost every day. I feel bad when I see the scolding, and I feel happy when I see the compliments.

During this period, I continued to have outbursts, all accompanied by a three-color lamp and my wife. Many times I went to bed only when I saw the morning light. I was very tired, but thinking about my wife and daughter, I felt that I had to persevere.

This book made me write badly. The beginning was amazing, but there were a lot of tedious and lengthy contents later. Because my daughter was born and got sick, I stopped updating for a while, so fewer people read it. I worked hard to adjust the content and update more after returning to Shanghai, but the results are still not as good as the beginning.

I myself find it difficult to read books again after I stop. I only read works such as "Celebrating Yu Nian" and "Long Live the Director" several times. Internet fast food, there are too few books worth recollecting.

I have said some off-topic things, which are a bit off topic. Let's get back to the main text of this article.

I saw your speculation about the result of the eighth generation of witches in the comments, and I thought at that time, I want to change it, so that you can't imagine it.

But I thought about it, but I didn't know how to change it. The template of this character is a person I like very much: Lincoln.

Lincoln's early life experience was also very bumpy. Of course, that experience cannot be called a failure, but it was definitely a stumbling all the way. Fortunately, he did not give up.

The eighth generation witch was also like this. In his early years, he encountered the migration of the tribe. When he became a witch, he was suppressed by the sixth generation leader. Finally, the sixth generation leader left, and he encountered a ferocious beast. In short, his journey was not smooth, but he did not give up.

When he broke through the obstacles, found the best of himself, and moved towards a new goal - Lincoln was also like this at that time. He won the Civil War and the election and was about to show his strengths - everything came to an abrupt end.

This kind of life seems legendary, but I don’t like to look at life from this perspective, especially those who are famous in history. I like to find their tragedies.

In my opinion, this kind of life that comes to an abrupt end is a tragedy. Everything is beautiful, all the sufferings have come out, everything seems to have been done to the best, and then fate says no to you.

Because of this reason, I finally chose this way to die. Let him die and complete the mission given to him by the author of this book.

This kind of sadness is very suitable for lighting a cigarette, watching the raindrops fall on the leaves, and thinking about it when the leaves are shaking. That moment is beautiful.

After a while, looking back, it is life, which is no different from the sadness I saw on Douyin two days ago, when a father and son sat side by side and slept on the roadside. The child woke up from his dream, stumbled a few steps, and stood on the roadside in a daze.

Will this world be better? Or worse?

I forgot where I saw this sentence, and later I looked for the answer. When I saw someone citing the example of the improvement of the system and the improvement of self-cultivation, I laughed and turned it off.

The good or bad of the world is never because of the system. I remember the joy of eating popsicles when I was a child. Now I can't even get it when eating ice cream, but I can still relive that kind of happiness occasionally, but it's only very short.

In my opinion, what controls the world is the good and evil in people's hearts. If you meet good people, you will be happy even if you eat coarse food. If you meet evil people, you will not be happy even if you have a life of luxury.

Human heart, human nature, I like to write about this, and I am also trying to write about this. I hope I can do better and better.

Finally, thank you all for your support. You are one of the most indispensable elements of the author's writing motivation.

I haven't commented on the book recently because my computer can't display the comment area below. I don't know why.

Finally, let me ask the book friend "the villager who witnessed all the events":

What did you see?

What did you see?

What did you see?

What?

Routine request for votes, for the sake of the 12,000 words.