Suddenly moved

Chapter 1 Author's Preface A Long Daydream
I always wanted to be a cool person.It's not the kind of cool who wears leather clothes and has eighteen pierced ears, but the kind of cool who is cold and clear.Standing in the crowd, even if you are hundreds of feet away, you can still see my coolness at a glance.

Cool girls are never easy to laugh, easy to please.I've always asked myself that.

But the sky is not what people want, and then I found that I am actually very easy to please, and it is easy to smile with big teeth.

With a word of care from my classmate, I can be happy for three days and three nights, and feel like a soft, soft fur coat is wrapped around my heart, so warm that I want to roll on it for a hundred and eighty times.

The boy I have a crush on gave me a like in Moments. I wish I could run to him, kneel down and shout "Thank you", and then start to be complacent. Does he think that I am very connotative, interesting, and unworldly? Fireworks, overwhelming country and city...

Our dormitory has always been very good. There are a total of eight people. After four semesters, five people failed in the National People's Congress (failed).

This brilliant record is said to be the only one in the Academy of Arts of Normal University.

We feel ashamed of our own sentimentality, and feel that we have not played a good role in leading the students.

Before each final exam, count the brightest lights in our dormitory.For each exam, the information in our dormitory is the most complete.For each exam, counting our dormitory costs the most.

The proprietress of the photocopying agency always raises the price on the floor, and during the exam week, a photocopy is [-] yuan (usually [-] cents).

We are heartbroken, we are outraged.We lined up obediently as usual, waiting for copying and printing with smiling faces.

Back in the dormitory, we swear together again: we must study hard next semester, and we will never suffer from such uselessness again.

I swore such vicious oaths so many times that when I heard my roommate Yelang say, "Next semester, I will definitely...", I automatically blocked what she was about to say later.

She and I are the hardest hit areas who swear poisonous oaths.Including but not limited to: next semester I will be as thin as lightning, next semester I will not stay up late, next semester I will eat breakfast every day, next semester I will pass CET-[-], next semester I will not skip classes...

Later, we each gained more than ten catties.

……

I never thought that - we'll be like this forever, the good times will last forever.

I know, one day, I push open the bedroom door, and it will be empty inside.Except for an occasional piece of waste paper on the table, there is nothing but dust in the room.

Gone are the days of flying around.

We have jumped from "stupid" schoolgirls who just came to university to pseudo-exquisite schoolgirls struggling to put together a resume.

When I first came to college, I had shoulder-length hair with slightly curled ends, excitedly discussing with my roommate Kanazawa, the boy sitting next to us was so quiet.

I'm leaving college now, and after yellow hair, straight hair, bob cuts, I'm back to shoulder length hair with slightly curled ends.I didn't care about that quiet boy for a long time, and Kanazawa was busy memorizing what "The subject of literary creation is an individual with subjectivity, a conscious creator, an experiencer, evaluator and creator of beauty, and a concrete society." people".

Yes, she is going to graduate school.

We all felt that she would definitely pass the exam, after all, she was one of the few people in our dormitory who did not fail the exam.

Postgraduate entrance examination, civil servant examination, qualification exemption, interview re-examination, graduation thesis...

After taking a nap in the sun and opening our eyes, we have to face life.

Probably this nervousness finally made me stop the state of wandering around all day.

I turned on my computer and decided to get serious about writing a publishable novel.

This year, I published the first full-length novel in my life. The name is very cute and well-behaved. I am still embarrassed to mention it.

(It's called "Admit it, You Like Me Too"! Go buy it! If you can't buy it, you will lose money, and you can't be fooled! It's not good-looking or sweet, you bite me!)
The wild wolf was happy for me, toasted me, and said that he would use up the balance of Huabei to buy me books to offset the sales.

I was very happy and told her that the audience of the book is mainly middle school students, and the sweetness is scary.

She waved her hand: It's okay, I'm tired from studying, read your book to adjust my mood.

Do you know how I feel?At that time, I felt my face was wet. I thought it was a leak from the ceiling, but it turned out to be my tears.

I told this to the wolf.

The wild wolf immediately turned his face: Shen Yulin said this!Don’t you express your gratitude without creating your own?

——I know she understands me, she is as proficient as me in mastering the fragments of Shen Yulin in "Kangxi Is Coming".

I always wanted to be rich, but I also always remembered that I wanted to be the cool girl.

The original aspirations that should be there are still burning in the chest; the ambitions that should be there are already pinned in the arms.

At the age of 21, I have nothing but broken fantasies.

I couldn't read the expression on my face, and I couldn't count the steps I should take, so I had to believe that hard work would never go wrong.

I want to use my hands to diligently break through barriers and bring a clean future.

In that future, I have a bright and spacious house.

My mother brought out a plate of stir-fried lotus root with soaked ginger from the kitchen, and told my father in the study to stop pretending to be an educated man and practice calligraphy, and come out to eat quickly; I was amused by them for a while; my brother-in-law came back from get off work with a bag of grapes and two toys in his hand.The little nephew and niece pounced on him while calling "Dad", each took back the toy, and shouted "Dad, you are good to me", and then the brother-in-law smiled and hugged them, and my sister was jealous "Mom is right Are you alright?" Mom was urging us again, saying, "One, two, big and small, do you still want me to treat you, hurry up and come over to eat", we immediately sat down at the dining table obediently.

One summer when cicadas were singing, we returned to our hometown. Grandpa came out of the kiwi garden with a hoe on his shoulder. When he saw us, he smiled and said, "Are you back?"

We went all the way down through layers of terraced fields and bamboo forests, walked across the clear river on stones, and returned home.The mother-in-law just woke up, and the TV in the house was still playing the opera of CCTV 11. She rubbed her teary eyes and said, "Oh, my grandchildren have grown so tall."

I'm long past the age to grow taller, in fact, I haven't grown taller since I was 15.God gave me a pair of big feet of size 36.5, but did not give me a matching height of 1.6m[-].

But I smiled and raised my voice on purpose to make the old man happy: "That's right! It's because of your good genes. I'm not only good-looking but also tall."

We laughed together and walked across the winding mountain road to visit my grandparents on the other side of the valley.

Greetings to all the cows along the way, the rice is thin and full, the clouds in the sky fall into the paddy fields, and the small fish come out of the water, pecking at a white cloud.

Grandpa stood in the yard with his hips akimbo early and looked at us. I yelled: "Grandpa!" and ran to him.He pretended to be serious: "You know how to come here!" But the corners of his eyes were full of smiles.

I pestered him and asked him to tell me the story of when he participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea.He pointed to the mole on his face and said it was the mark of a bullet.I have been convinced for a long time.

I have never believed that people can live forever—but I want to reassure those who love me as early as possible before that day comes, such as my grandpa—my childhood only knows how to read books and doesn’t like to go out or talk to people The little granddaughter who plays is finally settled. She is writing novels, she can support herself, and she is doing what she likes.

This is the future I want.

This is the future that brings tears to my eyes every time I think about it.

Thank you to my editor, Ms. Lou Wei, she understands my desire, so she helps everywhere, revises my manuscript seriously, and guides me carefully.I can write a novel with passion, but I can't hold back a title.Thanks to her for taking over my "unfinished building" while being disgusted with it, helping me to revise the text and thinking of the title for me.

I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and sent her long paragraphs of hypocritical words, and when I woke up the next day, I wanted to poke my eyes blind.I was worried that none of my books would be sold. I asked if I had just embarked on the road of being an author, but the next second I was driven away because of unsalable sales.

I said that I really want to hold a book signing, and I said when will I become the kind of author who can hold a book signing tour.

I grew up in the habit of covering up my embarrassment with an exaggerated joke after a truthful statement.

This time is no exception, I will add a sentence: My hands are itchy to want to sign, hahahahahaha!

She has always tolerated my narcissism, and this time was no exception.She followed up with a few words of haha, and then told me, don't worry, I will send you a signature card, and you will be soft when you sign.

How did I feel at that time, let's put it this way, I suddenly felt my face was wet, I thought it was a leak from the ceiling, but it turned out to be my tears. (Thank you, Brother Shen Yulin! Love you!)
She said that I was the first part-time writer she signed, and she believed in her own vision.

Seeing this, do you think she is a noble, rigorous and caring big sister?wrong.She is not much older than me. She is a kiwi lover like me. We both share the love of Kong Liu. We both know that the world is always fair, and we both believe that there is nothing wrong with seriousness and diligence. .

This is my second novel, called "Suddenly My Heart Bewitched". It is still a very sweet and soft title, and it is still thought of by my editor Lou Wei, little beauty.

Compared with the apprehension when I wrote the first novel, I am still apprehensive about this book.

When this story was finished, I thought of a word-a done deal.

It's like, no matter how I pray to the Bodhisattva by the window, the time will not go back to four years ago, let me study hard, let me cherish every bragging time with my friends, and seriously decide not to let my family worry about me.

We have all grown up.

Long lives, long daydreams.

I am very satisfied if I can write down these daydreams and turn them into sweet words.

As one of my students said: Actually, I would like to read novels with a perfect ending, because reality is sometimes too cruel.

She is only in her first year of high school, and the greatest cruelty in the world is nothing more than the fact that the senior she has a crush on, who is both good in character and academics, was admitted to a university that she couldn't even get into.

She has already started to make up seven days of school on National Day.

"I don't know if I can catch up with him in the end, but he is a ray of light, teacher, you know, I can only read the book with him."

This is so vulgar that I am ashamed to write it.But her eyes were so clear when she said this, I admit I was moved.

I promise: I will write the story of the two of you in the next book, and I promise, it will have a happy ending.

Later, when I came home from get off work, I turned on the computer, looked at the final draft of this story, and found that Ye Dongmi in this book was actually Milo’s light.With her, he can overcome those gloomy old times and appear in front of her with a brand new face.

May you also have the light of life.

If not, learn to daydream.

Life is long, and daydreaming is fun.

The third day of the first lunar month
(End of this chapter)