split brocade

Chapter 1 Prologue: Floating Life Like a Dream
PREFACE
Recently, I suddenly fell in love with sweets again. Even if I was hungry in the middle of the night, I would still go to the kitchen to cook a bowl of glutinous rice balls for myself.

It is a very delicious traditional Chinese snack. Take a bite, and the amber rose sugar filling will slowly seep out from the thin white skin, dripping all over the small porcelain spoon.The air is filled with the aroma of honey, which will make people feel warm and comfortable on such a cold spring night.

Look, I am a worthless person, but if I taste a little bit of this little sweetness in my life, I already feel happy.

When he was more than ten years old, he was full of youthful spirit and looked at the world with disdain. In fact, he didn't know what happiness was.

So he insisted on going his own way, obsessed with not being able to get what he wanted.

When the first draft of "Cracked Brocade" was completed, I was still a student. For some reason, I stubbornly believed in the so-called desolation and insisted on telling such a story.

Maybe it's because of the approaching graduation, there is a kind of youthful confusion and anxiety, always feel that the future is long, and the future will be difficult.It was as if when I was a child, my neighbor picked a scorching peach blossom for me and held it in my hand. The bright spring sun shone, but the flower gradually withered, and tears poured out unconsciously.

At that time, I didn't know that the colorful clouds are easy to disperse and the glass is brittle. It's so beautiful, but it doesn't last.

Watching "Cracked Brocade" again after a long time, I was so shocked that I gasped.

It is probably because young people don't know how to feel sad, but now it is already a cool autumn.

So, smile calmly and live calmly.

Later, I wrote a sequel, "Everything Is Lost". The time in the story spans dozens of years, and the text is also separated by several years. The characters and the story are all like previous lives.

I am still very happy, seeing familiar characters gradually described from the pen, as if seeing old friends, even though the years go by and the wind and rain are dark.

Not without embarrassment.

"Cracked Brocade" is my first officially published novel. I remember that when it was first published, I wrote a preface on a rainy night.The state of mind and thoughts at that time have already become old times.

Old time, time flows gold.

At that time, standing outside the threshold of the text, as if there was a loud noise, I was fortunate enough to see the colorful and shining world.

Dazzled, then eager to try.

I walked all the way, stumbled, and I was very lucky. I met so many friends, and I was always willing to be honest with each other, and I was always willing to never leave.

I have always told people that I am writing small romances, and adding the word "small" before romance may be contemptuous to others, but it is kind to me.Everyone in the novel, even the heinous villain, has actually exhausted his mind, hoping to make him lifelike.

Maybe I don't have the ability to do my best, but I am willing to do my best to have a clear conscience.

I would like to use this article to thank the memory workshop and publishing house that have always supported me.

Thank you to everyone who has helped me and silently supported me.

Thanks to my lovely parents.

Thank you!

I want to save
Nov. 2007, 3

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