Silent Crown: End of this testimony-8000 miles of road wind and moon

According to the records of the starting point, the prologue of the book Silent Crown, which was dismissed by many readers as incomprehensible, was uploaded in July of one to five years. In fact, the writing time was earlier than this.

About April, right? I have no memory of time and past events. It is not surprising to me that I forgot about two-thirds of the names of the whole class on the second day of high school graduation. By the way, the awkward peak of this incident was on the third day of graduation. I met a female classmate on the street and was dumbfounded for a long time, "Who are you, who are you?"

This story tells us that in the spring you forgot a few names, you can get a lot of dislikes without going to fall.

And you will also lose the invitation letter for the future class reunion.

But who cares, right?

That's all in the past.

Compared with this, face-blindness is nothing to mention.

Now we have to turn the topic back to the original track and talk about the origin of this book.

At that time, I had left Beijing and came to Shanghai. I got a new job. I wandered freely every day, petting fish, drinking, smoking, eating small hot pot, and listening to Li Zongsheng’s singing. Yes, I don't know what new books are, and I don't know what Tianqiu is.

How can the update be with me?

In short, it's not good.

I know I'm awkward to say that, but I can't tell lies to lie to everyone, right? And I have finished my book now, and I'm not even afraid of the monthly pass. What else is there to be afraid of?

Ah, it seems to be far away again, let's continue.

One day my boss called me into the office. After pouring me tea and toasting cigarettes, he said softly, "Fengyue, what happened after you came to our company? Oh, it’s fine. There is a new employee in the company, should we give you a girlfriend when the time comes?"

This kind of thing sounds weird, doesn't it?

Yes!

Because this kind of thing is impossible!

Actually, there is no tea, no smoke, and no soft words. At that time, the boss was exercising with dumbbells, and his two well-developed biceps were about to emerge. The vest was covering the seven scars on his chest.

After killing the last negative copywriter in front of me, he wiped his hands clean, turned around and asked me: "Fengyue, do you think our company has an IP address?"

I said roar.

Then you come to make a worldview, and then come to a novel, the number of words does not need to be too many, just write a few million words, don't you think roar?

I said yes, no problem, wrap it on me!

After I was lucky enough to save a dog’s life and left the office, I squatted at the door and smoked a cigarette to be shocked, feeling that the days of fishing and playing games are gone forever.

Although my heart is nostalgic for the extravagant life that I used to sleep until 12 o'clock noon and go home and continue to sleep back to sleep, I still have to rewrite things in order to survive.

So, after spending some time with a few co-rented brothers, I rubbed an idea of ​​magic with music from my friends, rubbed a few books, and took a few worldview lessons...

In short, the east market rubs the horse, the west market rubs the saddle, the north market rubs the bridle, and the south market rubs the long whip, and then he slapped his head and started to tinker with it. After that, take a look...

En, musicians, natural disasters, there are this natural disaster, that natural disaster, and more natural disasters.

Okay, the career setting is there, and the strangers are all working together.

It's time to start.

Then, here comes the question:

——What's the name of the protagonist?

This kind of thing is very serious, you can't call it Ergouzi or Tieshuan. If the protagonist’s name is not good enough, no readers are willing to read it. Soon these settings made by my Husband are in vain?

After trying several names, I finally despaired of my ability to name myself, so I could only reach out to my friend's newly-born daughter... the nickname.

Yes, let’s call it Qingxuan. Change it a bit and add the first character of her father’s ID, ‘Ye Qingxuan’. Let’s work together!

Moreover, this sale is cost-effective. It is much better than naming. It not only costs no money, but also solves the protagonist’s father’s name by the way!

It's almost two corpses...no, one fish and two...no, it should be a rock and a bird or something, anyway, that's what it means, you're right when you get it!

Also, I want to say: Ye Lanzhou is hacked to death, I am super cool!

The so-called origin of creation is probably like this.

Also, I wish Xiao Qingxuan grow up happily, and I hope she will not read this book, so that she will not be disappointed in the despicable world of adults.

She is so cute.

Super cute.

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Actually, I often feel confused when writing about the role of Ye Qingxuan.

I don’t want to write a book like Steel Throne II or Sky Drive II. This is a new book. The world is brand new. Old bottles should not be filled with new wine, at least it cannot be seen by people. , Otherwise I will lose my compelling standard.

So I had to repeatedly think about Ye Qingxuan's people, how to distinguish him from Zhou Li.

The role of Zhou Li is so much like me.

It's hidden in the dark side of my bones, showing fierceness.

Compared with him, Ye Qingxuan is simply the opposite.

I gave him something precious to me, as Charles said at the end, he always has compassion for the world, not the countless hatred that Zhou Li has already carried.

He loves the world, unlike Zhou Li, even if the world is unfair to him and suffers so much.

Compared with human nature, the most in his bones is the "divine", compassion and quiet, walking his own way without looking back, if the world is not good, then he will break all this and create one better one.

Can make more people happy.

He is full of expectations and trust in the future of mankind, and he firmly believes that it will be good.

Although he refuses to be a god, in a sense, he is more suitable to be a **** than Charles.

Charle is too weak, sensitive and weak, and kind enough to sacrifice himself.

Even if everything is worn away by the world.

Before, "The Mouth owes the Prince" Wilde wrote an article called "The Happy Prince" which was regarded as a "fairy tale" by many people.

Pirated booksellers are illiterate, and when they see birds that can talk, they will be included in the collection of fairy tales, which brings the first shadow of life to children who don’t know. I sincerely wish them the children who are grown up. We beat them to death.

The story says that the statue of the prince is covered with golden leaves, and the eyes are a pair of sapphires, as beautiful as a wind beacon. There is a huge ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt of his sword.

Everyone loves him.

The lone swallow landed on him. He said there was a cry from a distance, and asked him to give one of his eyes to the sick little boy. The next day, he said that someone was in pain. One eye was given to the suffering person.

The swallow loved him, and he was reluctant to leave. It could not bear his tears and pleadings. He pecked his eyes, swords, and clothes of gold and ran in the winter, bringing those things to those whom the prince had compassion on.

In the end, people may all be happy.

The prince also lost everything, without the ornate decoration, became ugly, even lost the swallow, which froze to death in the cold winter.

In the end, there was only one lead heart ruptured by the death of the swallow.

No one loves the ugly him anymore.

Those he had helped push him into the furnace to melt, leaving only the broken lead heart and the swallow's body lying in the garbage dump.

At the end of the story, God said that this is a precious treasure, resurrecting them in heaven, singing hymns.

But I think this ending may have been forced by the publisher...In the original story, neither the prince nor the swallow was redeemed.

It's a pity, this is not a happy story.

This is probably the Shire.

He didn't even have a swallow to love him, he sacrificed himself, exchanged his blood for food, and traded his body for a miracle, but humans began to be afraid.

But on the other hand, perhaps there is a problem in pinning the destiny of the entire world on whether one person is kind?

As Charles said, he finally wanted to understand: this world doesn't need itself.

If he had nothing in the beginning, I am afraid he would not have suffered so much. He may try his best to help those suffering, but in the end he will feel powerless one day.

Just like a human being.

Like you and me.

It doesn't seem to be bad to live a life without regrets.

In short, after gaining a new life in the future, Shire must have a more fantastic and incredible journey to the dark world, right?

How to solve problems as a pure human being? It is very interesting to think about it, but this is a digression.

The story of the Silent Crown is now over.

From then on, human beings belong to mankind, and Dayuan belongs to Dayuan.

The Inquisition will also be transformed into a pioneering organization for the dark world, and musicians with mobile phones will come out to look for work after completing the training class, and all the records of the spells will be filed in real time.

After the brief industrial revolution, with the power of ether, I am afraid that it will soon catch up with the level of modern society, right?

Then the story, I am afraid it will immediately follow another outline I wrote before Silence, well, from the time of birth, Silence should be its prequel.

——The final journey of young girls under the monopoly of technology, the road to death of silent dumb boys and happy girls.

But I'm afraid I won't have the opportunity to write, just mention it here and leave a thought for everyone.

Although you don’t forget, you won’t necessarily have a response, but how do you know if you don’t? right?

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Now, the Crown of Silence is finally over.

Writing the Crown of Silence is really an unprecedented challenge for me. As a fanatic hacking fan, I can’t write about a berserker, just like eating hot pot without red soup, how to write and how to taste is wrong, I can only This begins to explore new areas.

Although I felt like I was back on the old road, it was really a brand new experience. I learned a lot of things that I didn't use in the cool text. It should be regarded as rewarding... right?

When thinking about the setting, I tried my best to separate the world from the gravity of the reality where you and me are. Even the hair color of the Orientals was changed to silver, and the moon in the sky added one, which will bring it to the readers. Try to be more novel.

Well, DND is good, WOD is also good, add two spoonfuls of COC...

However, when I wrote it, it was the other way around. I need to make it a world that you and I know well, so that everyone can blend into it, and make sure that the plot can develop as I expected.

The sins I did before, I still have to pay it back, even if it even vomits blood, and Kavin has been so painful countless times.

Fortunately, although it almost derailed several times, it did not overturn. This train successfully arrived at the terminal, please prepare to pack up and salute the passengers... Then, before getting off the train, let's miss those friends who jumped on the way.

I sincerely hope they can come back.

At least next time I drive, everyone will be happy together.

I thought about whether to say what kind of world I want to create, how dark, how huge, how cruel, and how beautiful... But in the end I feel that for an author, No matter how big the world view is, the only thing you can write in the end is a story in one corner, right?

The story begins with Ye Qingxuan's path of exile, and ends with Ye Qingxuan's wedding. Ye Qingxuan's friends appear one by one, and one curtain call is made.

Either the ambitions are not promoted, or they die with satisfaction, or they continue to walk on the road of displacement...

This is very good. This is their destiny. Their will can not be distorted to choose the ending for themselves. Compared with the magnificent long-cherished aspirations they have, death or life is no longer important.

Hey, idealists are so hell.

Just like what Wolfflute said to the priest: "Those who can die for their dreams are the happiest!"

It is so handsome to be able to face my ideals frankly, walk down that path practically and persistently, and die for something more important than life without regret.

The so-called "man's romance" should be like this.

——That's what I think!

So, if you send out more bento, it doesn’t seem to be a problem, right?

I would like to thank the "King of Light". Roger Zelazny is really awesome, 100,000 times more powerful than me. I love this whimsical punk atmosphere.

I hope he is well in heaven.

By the way, in fact, at the beginning of the writing of Silent Crown, I was still preparing to adapt the comics.

At that time, according to the style of Meiman, a total of four comic scripts were prepared in the form of illustrated novels.

"Son of the Wild" about Wolfflute's past Gladiator's Road, "Starry Eye" about the years of Abraham Dragoons, "Death of the Enlightened" about Hermes and the Eastern Prince's final struggle, and finally A "The Soul Is" with Ye Xuan as the protagonist.

Unfortunately, it was a pity that in the end it had to be shelved due to manpower problems.

Therefore, in order to make up for the vacancy in the logic of the main text, I had to move some of the plots to the main text with great effort, and some of them were really too much to fit, so I had to cut their length with the pain.

Nowadays, whenever I think about it, I always sigh: It's a shame that I didn't pretend to be successful for everyone!

No way, there are always regrets in life.

Manpower is sometimes poor. For me, there is only so much I can do with my best.

After all, "The Crown of Silence" is so literal and so abused. As a cool writer, I am always at a loss... Well, I accidentally abused it again. I'm really sorry, this is my fault. Please forgive me.

In the future, maybe...maybe...maybe...no abuse, right?

Ah, when I write here, I really feel a sense of guilty conscience that scumbags go home to cheat money to fill gambling debts.

In short, you still love me, right?

I believe that this is the close bond between us!

Even if I post the payment QR code in my readers every day, I can’t cut it off, right?

After all, it’s normal to celebrate and draw a card after finishing the book. It’s not my fault that I can’t draw a bow! I can’t help it if the price of STEAM is lowered again. Zelda will release Chinese in February. If you don’t buy it, you can’t...

Not to mention supporting the family.

Hey, as a man who has entered the middle-aged exquisite regimen early, life is really difficult.

If you want to blame, blame this cruel world! See what life has turned into a boy who once asked for a monthly pass to blush!

Then, after fully exposing your shameless face, please treat everyone as nothing happened, let's talk about other things.

Serious topics about life.

Although it is very serious, it doesn't seem to be serious.

After all, it is neither peculiar, nor ignorant. There are not many stories worth telling specifically.

If it is a long story, it seems to be able to deceive another dozen yuan of subscription, but if it is simpler, it is probably nothing more than ‘I am still living a stable life’.

The world is not destroyed, human beings are not burned, and there is no king of another world summoning me to eradicate the devil. All the plots that can save the world seem to be far away from me.

But compared to ‘marriage’, it seems that even if these things go away, it’s not a pity.

——I, Fengyue, Dashen...No, it's marriage!

Ah, to me, it feels as if something far away from me suddenly appeared in front of me, and everything was done at the speed of light that I did not imagine.

After all the luck I had accumulated in the first half of my life seemed to have been exhausted, I met a girl with the same pseudonym as me, and suddenly fell in love, suddenly married, and the changes in fate were always caught off guard.

It's like I've got enough of my harp and crooked complaints, so I can only wrong a girl to sacrifice myself so that I can shut up as soon as possible.

——This story tells us that regular petitions are necessary...probably.

In short, I got married. It’s great after marriage. I live a luxurious life of putting on my clothes to stretch out my hands and open my mouth. I don’t need to pay my wages, I don’t need to sweep the floor every day, and I don’t wash the dishes. I fell on my arm every three to five domestic violence, and I accidentally dropped my broken eyes on the ground!

Okay, stop talking about this hurtful topic, we have to think on the bright side.

Someone can understand that you occasionally sit in front of the computer hysterically grabbing your hair, stay up late to fall asleep and toss and turn, and then go to the toilet to smoke. You can’t think of a plot that is so depressed that you don’t want to do anything.

Being able to tolerate your bad temper will allow you to say goodbye to the bad self in the past and make you better.

This is the best thing in life.

So getting married is great.

My wife is so nice!

It's as if you took your wife to the Tokyo Sky Tree on April 15 and found that the warmest place in the world is on the Sky Tree.

My wife is the best!

This is something worthy of a big book.

For creators, life and work are inseparable from each other.

It’s like opening your eyes, and you have become two parts. A large part always thinks about the next plot and the next unfolding, and a small part makes sure to walk in when thinking about the plot. You will not be hit by a car on the main road.

Sometimes I quickly write down a story after I figure it out, and when I look up at the unfamiliar scene in front of me, I start three questions in my life.

Who am I? What am i doing? Where do I really want to go?

I used to think about the next plot and the place of Cavan before going to bed, so that although there are occasional surprises, there are two drawbacks that cannot escape.

The first one is when you are drowsy, there is a click in your mind, an inspiration flashes, and you wake up suddenly. The second is the next question, you are almost falling asleep, do you want to reach out and pick up the phone from the bedside, turn on the bright blind screen, and write down your inspiration...

Although the result of each entanglement is the same, you will inevitably be entangled next time, do you want to pick up that **** phone?

The problem I have to face now is:

After I finished writing about Silence, I couldn't sleep anymore.

I habitually think about something, but my mind is all empty, there is nothing, countless thoughts are flooding one after another. I opened my eyes during the day and didn't know what to do.

It's like a person is released from prison and is free.

It is difficult to adapt to the next blank space.

Even if you are addicted to playing games, eat and sleep every day, and live a life where pigs will have no desires, but you still will inevitably feel-too useless, I should do something.

The moment you start to get used to writing things by yourself, when you bring this thing into your life, your life is destroyed by creation.

In other words, there is only one kind of creation left.

There are few things left to count, and there are not even a few worthy of a big book.

After enduring a lot of pain through it, you can get such a drop of consolation prize-like happiness. It is not cost-effective and extremely unhealthy.

But no way, you volunteered.

One is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer.

Until one day you can't write at all, put down the keyboard and pen, endure a long period of restlessness, send it away, and then live in a house full of traces, and you will remember it when you look through old things Its phone number, I want to call it back and continue to torture you.

I feel sick myself.

But I am so happy to write.

It's just as happy as getting married. Compared with it, you will give up many things willingly.

This is probably my life.

Throwing away the monthly mortgages, credit card bills, and mischievous things in the hospital are now in front of your eyes.

Since I started to write things in college, my life has gone from regular to chaotic, and then from chaotic to regularity. After several dozens of hundreds of repeats, it has become the way it is now.

I returned to Shanxi from Xi’an when I was writing about steel, and I ran from Shanxi to Beijing when I was writing about Tianqi. When I was writing about Silence, I had already ran from Beijing to Shanghai, and before finishing the book, I ran from Shanghai to Chengdu.

After traveling all the way, I took root and circled a place to make my own nest. From now on, I will eat 300 rabbit heads and grow up to be a Chengdu native.

Running all the way, I went to Xinjiang on a business trip in the middle, drove the car to see the whole Xinjiang halfway, and galloped through the wilderness. I remember that the sky was very high, the clouds were very low, the earth and the clouds. A line apart, as if to extend to the end of the world.

When I got married, I went to Guang'an and collected a lot of money from my friends. After that, I went to Japan and took my wife in a hurry. I managed to come back alive from Japan by relying on my half-baked Japanese. Within eight hours, a "fire line rescue" was staged in Osaka, or "fire line was rescued." '.

By the way, I ran out of money.

I came to Chengdu after chasing the restlessness that was probably the end of my youth, and after the last bit of youthful afterglow was spilled.

Now, my home is next to the university where my wife graduated. There is a snack street downstairs that takes two hours to eat from start to finish. It’s like Shire’s paradise on earth, with milk and honey flowing in the river. Swipe the magic QR code, and you will be able to eat your mouth full of oil.

And the cheap ones are dying, and the cheap ones are dying, and the cheap ones are dying!

The important thing is repeated three times.

This is one of the few things worth mentioning in my life today.

Moving is a very troublesome thing. I haven't gotten the follow-up hand-tails until now, and I haven't started to get used to a new life of doing nothing.

For the sake of livelihood, I am afraid I will get busy again soon.

Next, it is expected that I will be busy publishing a book at the starting point, regardless of readers' tastes and market reactions, and try the sorrow operation in my mind during this period of time.

Then the next book, I was wobbly between "Ultra Civilized Council" and another pit... it seems that both books are very fun.

As for what will happen to your next life?

I can't think of it.

The world is changing so fast, I can’t catch up with it. I can only make a plan full of loopholes and uncertainties from a small area under my control.

The air conditioner was broken in the past two days, and both of them were broken. It was broken completely, and it was broken in this cold and windy day. And the master who repaired the air conditioner at home brought new bad news: it was so bad that it was better to replace it with a new one, no, it was two.

Then you can only change to a new one, endure the pain of bleeding in your pockets, and would not buy a game console if you knew it.

I want to buy a dishwasher and a better chair in the new year. The former is better for my wife and the latter is better for me. I want to install another desktop computer to realize the ambition of taking my wife in the dark, hoping that she will not pit our husband and wife into a relationship breakup.

I want to play Boom World; I want to play the Chinese version of Zelda; I want to collect all the moons in the Odyssey, and kill the golden tortoise of the dog day by the way; I want to make my SSR more and more. ; I want to save money and go to Iceland. I like the movie "Day Dreamer" and I have always wanted to see volcanoes and glaciers.

I want to get better and get rid of my bad temper.

I want to spend more time with my family.

Want to make more money.

I want to continue on this road.

I want to continue writing until I can’t write, until no one loves me like you.

This is probably my life ambition.

Some can be achieved, some are far away, some require hard work, and some can only be verbal~IndoMTL.com~think about it.

The advantage of making more wishes is that there are always a few wishes that can be realized-this is one of the wisdoms of life that I have gained after living in a muddle-headed manner for more than 20 years.

Here I will tell you this secret technique, please cherish it, don’t say it.

From the beginning of the silence to the end, it has been more than two years. Over the past two years, I have accumulated a lot of mediocre thoughts and impulses. I can't list them one by one here.

Sometimes I feel that I have changed a lot compared to the past, and I feel like two people. But sometimes in a sudden, you will find that you are still the one you used to be.

I don't know which is the illusion.

The world is constantly changing. I think my life and I will continue to change in the future, until I have enough ability to change the world, or the world finally takes time out and changes myself.

Before that, maybe I will not give up my futile efforts.

From Xi'an to Shanxi, from Shanxi to Beijing, from Beijing to Shanghai, from Shanghai to Chengdu...

For so many years, all the way to toil, from one person to two people, from loneliness to not lonely, from the past to the present, from the beginning to the present——

It's a long way. Eight thousand miles is more than enough.

And it can be predicted that the future will continue to move forward, until the end of life. From eight thousand li to eighty thousand li, eight hundred thousand li to eight million, eighty million li will not stop...

Then, this time the Crown of Silence, this is what an ordinary train can reach. Please take your packed luggage and get off with me in an orderly manner.

Waiting for the siren to sound again one day in the future.

I hope that at that time, we can meet on a new path.

I believe we will be together.

Fengyue

On January 7, 2018, in a hotel at the foot of Mount Emei