At this point, the story really comes to an end in my mind.
In fact, there is a postscript in the book, but I don’t want to use that.
In my mind, this is where it first begins and where it ends.
I want to say goodbye to my friends who have seen it here.
I started writing this story in February last year, and went through the first draft of the next volume.
The intermittent revisions seemed to have continued until the eve of publication, which was probably the end of November or the beginning of December.
I can’t remember clearly, and I also changed a chapter significantly.
This story is the one that took the longest time to write.
So far, only two stories have been written.
It seems that Bu Bu Jingxin only took less than five months from the beginning to the final draft.
I was relatively free at that time, and I had just arrived in the United States, so I didn’t know many friends.
My only entertainment was writing stories.
Maybe they are all excuses.
Some people say that the busier you are, the better you can write.
Probably just a more cautious and rational process of thinking about words.
This story was written more carefully and revised again and again, because it contains three of my favorite characters.
This story is probably the one that makes me feel most happy and happy among all the stories I have ever written.
When I was writing it, I would often giggle as I wrote it.
I would also smile when I saw the blue sky while walking.
I would also see beautiful and lively flowers and think, this is how life should be.
Open it vigorously once, one time is enough, even once is enough.
As long as it has been opened, as long as it has been burned, as long as it has been heated, it can last for a year, a month, or even a day.
Very happy, very happy feeling.
At the beginning of this story, they were all young, in the grades of seventeen, eighty or nineteen.
By the end, they were still very young, with the oldest only in their mid-twenties.
So the story was meant to be young and indulgent.
Later, it gradually became heavier.
Is it because the excitement of youth, the arrogance of youth, and the flying spirit of youth always encountered the squeeze of society?
Even Xiao Huo, who was so proud and enthusiastic, could not escape.
He could not escape from society.
You can't escape the rules of the game that have been drawn by the "old people" We shed the youthful sharpness with difficulty in the slight pain.
We have gradually smoothed out the gentleness, stability, politeness, caution, humility, hypocrisy and indifference to integrate into the square societies.
If you accidentally cross the line, be careful and you will sting if you don't comply.
Those who follow the rules of the game have to pay the price But I can't imagine Xiao Huo.
So he can only die But because he is Xiao Huo, because Xiao Yu, and because Xiao Jiu, there will always be a feeling of happiness.
I don't want to feel too uncomfortable, so I willfully and selfishly fulfilled my wish.
I really enjoyed this story, probably because of the joy of the writing process.
There is something eternally youthful about it.
Something bright.
And because of the joy the three of them bring to me.
It’s also because of you, those bits and pieces of words, those bits and pieces of encouragement.
I am very grateful to those who have accompanied me through this story.
Thank you: