Ending remarks
The ending was very sudden, and it could even be said to be a bad ending, so I would like to say sorry to all the readers who have always supported me.
I had the idea of finishing it a long time ago, but I only made the decision tonight.
Can I continue writing this book? Of course I can. According to the original outline, I was aiming for two to three million words, but later I thought that it was not necessary.
In fact, when I was writing this book, I didn't think too much about it. To be precise, after I thought of the subject, I wrote an outline and started writing.
Originally, according to my outline, there would be a lot of content to write later, including having the protagonist involved in other areas. In addition, readers have made various suggestions, which I have considered, but after thinking about it, I decided to give up.
Firstly, it would cause too many changes to the outline, and the subsequent content might stray too far from the topic; secondly, it would make me feel it would be too bloated.
But even though I thought about all this, the more I wrote, the more I felt that the rhythm was a little off.
I think it is probably because of the limitations of my own writing ability that what I write is always far from what I want to express in my heart.
As the saying goes in the online literature world, I'm a complete failure in writing.
This is also the reason why I felt more and more disgusted the more I wrote, the more disappointed I was in myself, and the more I wanted to finish the book.
It is a kind of disgust that comes from physical factors. I feel like vomiting when I see the computer. It is really a vomiting feeling that makes me want to vomit out the food in my stomach along with the stomach acid.
Of course, this feeling of nausea could also be caused by the migraine I was having at that time.
During the period of writing this book, I tried to pull the deviated plot back to the track of my preset outline, but unfortunately, I failed to do so and even made the situation worse.
Therefore, many readers are complaining, why are you so watery, are you doing us justice by being so watery?
I am indeed sorry. Because of the lack of strength in the later content, many old readers chose to leave, including many familiar IDs and many reader friends I am familiar with, who never appeared in my book review section again. This made me further doubt myself about what I wrote.
But there is no way, I have strayed too far, so there is no way to make amends.
Back to the content, when I was writing this book, I actually had a lot of things I wanted to express in the book.
Everyone knows the background of the story, which is a second-rate high school in a small county town.
As I said, my original intention was to express the meaning of struggle in the story. Struggle will bring us hope and change, so Zhou Yu came into being and brought changes to the students in the book.
It is because of Zhou Yu that the struggles and efforts of those students have paid off, their struggles have become more meaningful, and their efforts have produced concrete results.
But every time this happens, I, who am deeply influenced by pessimism, will wonder, will these things in the book really come true?
I don't deny that I am a pessimist, so I am always conflicted. The conflict is that I hope everyone can be like the students in the book, even if they are just small-town test-takers, they can exchange for a better future through their own efforts;
On the other hand, I am pessimistic and think that all this is just my wishful thinking.
Thinking of this, I suddenly realized that I am not a pessimist in the pure sense, because I am still full of expectations for life.
I am still full of hope for life, because just like the Internationale sings, 'There has never been any savior, nor any immortal emperor. To create human happiness, it all depends on ourselves.'
Yes, wallowing in self-pity will not bring about any change.
We still have a long way to go.
Even though our life isn't perfect, it's getting better, isn't it?
The world is in tatters, but there are always people patching it up, which is why we still maintain our love for life.
Zhou Yu is fictional, but you lovely people are real.
There are so many things I want to say that I could not finish even if I talked for three days and three nights, but there is also very little I want to say, and the words that come to my lips can only turn into a helpless sigh.
Zhou Yu’s story ends here. Let’s meet again in the next book.
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