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[Just a few words. I haven't been feeling particularly good lately. The pressure of studying has been immense. I'm also a student, so it's a bit overwhelming. Even though I'm in college, I have so many classes. Mid-Autumn Festival is tomorrow. Well, after that, I'll probably have more classes. I'm not entirely sure. At least I'll use the remaining ten days to get myself in shape. I'm not a professional; I do this purely out of love and passion. But I never seem to be able to produce results, and I feel so guilty about it. However, sometimes I even miss out on studying because I'm busy writing. Lately, I've been feeling lost. I want to continue writing Jin Suting's Helan Ruizhe story because they have so much to go through. I'm already very far along in the outline, and I've thought about it so thoroughly, but I just can't bring myself to act. I don't know why. Or is this a common problem for all writers?
I also read other people's writing, and it feels like my writing is worlds apart from theirs. Sometimes I console myself by asking myself, "How many years have they been writing? How many years have you been writing?" It's only been six months, and while it's certainly challenging, I'm passionate about it, so I think I'll keep checking back. Even if I don't get paid, I'll still stick with what I love. After all, who hasn't had a time in their youth when they wanted to fight tooth and nail?
At least you have to persist to know whether you are suitable for this job.
Moreover, Jin Suting is my first female protagonist, and my first time writing about time travel. I've written short stories before, either about school or youth. Back then, they were just practice, and their time in my writing was too brief, too short for me to notice, care for, or even linger on their emotions.
I'm incredibly heartless and can forget anything in a blink of an eye. But I don't want to forget Jin Suting, not only because she's my first female protagonist, the first character I've written hundreds of thousands of words about, but also because I have deep feelings for her and strong hopes for her.
I always feel that she is not vivid enough, not enough to make people jump to the page at first glance.
Maybe my writing skills haven't reached that level yet.
In fact, Jin Suting is a very contradictory person. She grew up in a very dark environment. It is equivalent to having no parents. Her parents are just figureheads, and she has a younger sister who bullies her all day long.
But she didn't look like she came from such a cold-blooded, despicable family. She simply hid her dark and inferior side so well, so well that even she thought it was nothing. It was just her parents, what was the big deal?
No one is born sunshine. If you always see her as the sun, maybe it's just blocking the darkness.
What I want to express is that, in fact, those friends around you, those lively and cheerful people, or those who always liven up the atmosphere.
It is possible that they are not as happy as they appear.
They liven up the atmosphere, but they don't like silence. Because when the atmosphere is dull, they will think a lot, just like they are afraid to stay alone late at night.
Although these people are just individuals, they themselves also need sunshine. Except for the real sun, no one is willing to emit sunshine all the time, which is very tiring.
Jin Suting's subsequent transformation was indeed due to the warmth and sunshine brought to her by the people around her. She slowly opened her heart and took off her disguise.
This should be a heartwarming and inspiring novel, but I keep rewriting it in various ways, probably because it's a serial. It's really exhausting.
Let's talk about the male protagonist. Helan Ruizhe is actually the male protagonist I wanted to be cooler from the beginning. If he is too hot, I always feel that he will clash with the female protagonist. It would be too tiring for two suns to stay together.
I've already written him as being a bit overly passionate, but that's only true for Jin Suting, because I have an inexplicable sense of familiarity with her. As for what this familiarity is, I'll temporarily call it "fate."
So the more he wrote, the colder and more heartless he became, even to the point of contradicting his grandmother, Helan Minzhi. This fully demonstrates that men in love are brainless.
But actually, he is quite pitiful. His father died when he was young, and his mother didn't want him. She left him and went to explore the world. Helan's mother will have a lot of roles in the later part.
As for the ending, I think the title of the book clearly states it and it is completely predictable.
Okay, I think I've said enough. Two hours a day, I'll keep going.
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