The first statement is that I am very wordy and have no ability to write prose, so please be patient and read, anyway, it is a free gift, hand it over.
It has been ten months since Qing Yunian wrote today, and three hundred days passed by at the flick of a finger, so quickly that I didn't even feel any changes except for the extra money in my account.
But the content of the book is changing. The volume of Jinghua Jiangnan is still tightly focused on the topic. One front and one back, the two lines are intertwined. Finally, the things in Kyoto and Jiangnan are clearly explained, but the original one hundred Fifty chapters, there are still a few more chapters in the end, the control ability is indeed not perfect, but there is no perfect thing in this world, so it is not good to be so strict with yourself.
In the summary of the fourth volume of Beihai Wu, I once said that Beihai Wu mainly writes about the succession, the heroic figures of the previous dynasty died, and the current romantic figures appeared. And this volume of Jinghua Jiangnan is actually a process of succession.
In fact, between Xiao Enzhuang, Mohan's old generation and the younger generation, there is still the Mesozoic generation represented by the four great masters of the emperor and eldest princess. Their strength is the strongest. If Fan Xianhaitang and the others want to succeed, they must break through This layer of strong barriers, but it must be a long-term process. With Fan Xian Haitang's current strength, he still has to wait for the opportunity slowly.
Fortunately, those Mesozoic Era are not a single piece of iron, and there will be major problems between them, which will be the main content of the next two volumes.
Succession in this volume is a very hard job. Destruction is always easy, and construction is always difficult. In this volume, Fan Xian fought against the prince in Kyoto and found a family in Jiangnan. , but after all, the expected goal was achieved, but the process was too troublesome, and after the troublesome process, Fan Xian finally truly embraced the Overwatch Council and the Internal Treasury.
Let's start exuding bastard air...
Some friends commented that the fifth volume is well written, but the style is too gloomy.
I admit this, there is no way, the sunny political struggle has never existed, and in an imperial society, internal contradictions cannot be digested by criticism and self-criticism.
The reason for this feeling is that besides the content of this volume, there is another reason, that is, I am actually not very good at writing these tricks, and my IQ is only at the level of the general public. Naturally a little gloomy and stagnant.
The first half of the fifth volume is better. The battle with the eldest princess and the second prince is actually buried in the first four volumes, so the writing is relatively smooth, and there are some new characters that I like very much. , so I am happy to write it.
Those characters include the eldest prince, shadow, woman... these.
When I got to Jiangnan in the middle, I froze. It's not that I didn't think about it. In fact, I thought about it a long time ago, but it just said that I was not happy. The key is that Fan Xian's opponent is the Ming family, that sour, shameless, showing weakness Yes, the bastard's Ming family.
There are no good people in the Ming family.
But in this volume, Fan Xian still can't do anything about it, which is really frustrating.
But then I thought about it again, didn't I write this myself? Why should I have such a big opinion on the Ming family? To criticize, to criticize my hands on the keyboard.
So I would like to give special thanks to Fei Liguo.
Yes, it is Fei Liguo who has made guest appearances in many books.
Around December 1st, when Fan Xian went to Jiangnan to collect Xia Qifei, I had a long conversation with him on QQ all day long, and what we talked about was the years in Jiangnan.
Thanks to him, he gave a lot of good ideas, put forward a lot of good ideas, and criticized me very seriously, thinking that I should have some confidence in myself, don't keep thinking that I can't write well, once I think I can't write well, I will I really can't write well... such wordy words.
I really want to thank him, I have all those ideas, I have all those ideas, one link after another, filling my original design with unusual fullness, so even if the style is gloomy, I am not afraid anymore... Believe it Everyone can see the care in this volume.
The most important thing is that I regained my confidence... Many people said that I am narcissistic. People who love me say this in their blogs with the tone of looking at a cute puppy, and those who hate me say it through gnashing of teeth on the forum In fact, narcissism is just a strong reaction of lack of self-confidence.
I always thought that I could write better, so I was not confident, but then I finally figured it out, my writing was good enough, at least it was worth the money everyone spent on subscription, and that was enough.
Two or three points for a thousand characters, well, it is indeed worth the price when I think of the suffering of writing.
At the same time, I would also like to thank those few book friends on QQ who have been giving suggestions, Huahuo, pillows, especially the one with a smirk on his face, who strongly asked me to use Wang Cheng's tricks, and a few others who I suddenly became confused at this time I forgot the name, is it colder at midnight? plum bossom? Sao Rui, I am not listed, thanks to all TV.
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The fifth volume of Jinghua Jiangnan, my favorite is the looseness and freedom that can be revealed in the first half of the occasional chapters, such as the small building listening to the wind and rain, such as an assassination on a rainy day. Although the writing is very intense, but Being able to have a very full spirit, not only the sense of the picture, but also the texture of the writing.
There is also the second half of the plot, which is interlocking and well-paced, and the foreshadowing can be caught... This is not narcissism, but a kind of self-comparison. I have written for more than six years, and it is really rare to write such a solid This is really a kind of progress for myself.
In the fifth volume, besides the main context, what else is there to focus on? I think it's nothing more than the woman next to Fan Xian. I don't need to mention this matter. I don't like to talk about what I accept. Sisi is accepted. Does Haitang count
I always feel that Fan Xian was taken in by Haitang...
Wan'er will have children, Haitang will not marry others, and Ruoruo will return to China after studying. This is not a promise I made, but I am willing to write it like this.
Later, there were more interesting things, and it was fun to think about it.
So the next volume is called Dianqianhuan.
Joy... Literally, it should have this meaning, but it actually has three meanings. After writing it, everyone will know it. It's quite fun.
But no matter how fun it is, it will kill people.
In this new volume, there must be good scenes written, I hope everyone will be satisfied, I will try my best, but the state is sometimes exhausted, maybe some chapters are not so good, please be considerate, I will do better of.
Well, that concludes the summary of the fifth volume.
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Let's talk about the past 2007.
In the past year, several relatives have passed away, which is very difficult.
Other than that, I was just tired. I started writing about celebrating more than one year in May, and I haven’t rested since I wrote it today. Very tired, although I didn't write in the ten days of Chinese New Year, but in fact, it is more tiring than writing, I will talk about it later.
In addition to typing every day, I still type. This kind of life is really not so smooth, so I admire those writer colleagues who have been working every day for several years. I only persisted for more than half a year, and I can hardly stand it anymore.
I remembered that when I was writing Suzaku Ji, when I was writing the craziest, I would take one day off every week, but now I even threw away that day.
Why do you have to make yourself so tired
Three reasons: one is that everyone is waiting to see, two is that... I can make money, and three is that I know that I am a lazy person, as long as I take a day off, I will form a kind of inertia, and it will be difficult to wind up my clockwork again. Tight, so I dare not let myself loosen.
The reason why I can persevere, besides the first two reasons mentioned above, the biggest reason is naturally because... I like to write.
I really like to write, and when I am proud of writing, I will really pat the table and say yes... Hey, it seems to prove my narcissism again.
Then let's not talk about it.
Last year, apart from being sad and tired several times, everything was fine, fine, very fine, and there was nothing to say.
So thank you all.
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Finally, let me talk about the story of going back to my hometown this time. I was going to write a novella, but I found that I really didn't have the strength, so I had to explain a few words casually.
On the morning of the 29th, I went back to the county seat by car and boat. In the afternoon, it was the reunion year of our family. There were forty or fifty people. It had been a long time since I saw my cousins and nephews drinking and wishing each other. Some people shed tears during the dinner and were very moved.
Thirty years with my aunt, gentle and speechless, drinking more than ten cups of Wuliangye in a small cup, happy.
I went back to the mountain village on the first day of junior high school and drove on the mountain road. I am very grateful to the government for the life project. I built a guardrail beside the mountain road... However, there is no guardrail on the winding road up the mountain. success.
When I went to the mountain village, I had a lot of emotions. My mother’s hometown. In 1990, I was ordered by my family to spend a summer here. I still remember that when I was surrounded by green trees and there were many big rocks, I took three little girls to climb trees and fight. Players who play six decks compete for the top, perform shows in the twilight, and compete with who can sing more songs.
At that time, I was twelve or thirteen years old, and I was listening to Luo Dayou for the first time. The girls a few years younger than me couldn't understand, so we sang nursery rhymes and folk songs in a competition.
That summer, what I sang the most was—today is your birthday, my motherland—it seemed to be this name.
As soon as I arrived in the mountain village that day, I went to look at the trees and rocks I had climbed. I took my brother-in-law and niece who had never been here, but unfortunately I only found a big rock, and those trees seemed to have been cut down.
I want to go to the house where Sanbo lived before, because I lived in that house back then, and I always thought that house was the most quiet and beautiful villa in the mountain village. Unexpectedly, within a few steps, I heard a dog barking... Suddenly Recalling that in 1990, when two big yellow dogs flanked the road to welcome him, he entered the house trembling with his calves, so he became frightened, but unexpectedly it was a black dog who looked very much like Chen Shuping.
Uncle San has moved to live in the county town. There are several uncles in the village, no, many uncles. They are busy paying New Year’s greetings, reminiscing about the old days, and being moved. Four days passed in a flash. During these four days, there was no Internet, no For the computer, my cousin didn’t move the TV to the newly built building on the side of the road, so I didn’t even watch the TV.
At night, I would stand on the terrace of the new building, staring at the lights in the opposite mountain beam in a daze. The night in the mountain village is very dark, and those lights really look like stars in the sky.
It's not petty bourgeoisie, although it's really something, and the main reason is that we went to that mountain once in the second year of junior high school.
The mountain ridge is called Zhongxing Liangzi. It is directly opposite our mountain village. There is a river between the two mountains. There is a stone dam on the river, which is very beautiful.
The problem is that the mountain is very high, and it looks very high from the side of the mountain, not to mention the climbing up and down the mountain.
But we still have to go.
Because that was the place where my mother lived and fought 30 years ago. After graduating from the normal school, she was assigned to teach in the elementary school on that mountain, and lived there with her sister and grandma for more than five years.
When my mother left that mountain, she was eight months pregnant with me and went down the river to Yichang.
I have always been curious, how did my mother get down when she had a big belly
My mother is now in her sixties, and she told us very clearly that she will not be able to climb up, so we as children can only do it for her, and go to the mountain village elementary school 30 years ago on her behalf. .
And my sister is also very motivated, because she lived there until she was more than five years old, and her relationship is deeper than mine.
On the second day of junior high school, my sister, brother-in-law, older cousin, second cousin, and younger cousin, and I went to the mountain over there with a group of six people. I held a bamboo stick cut by my niece in my hand.
When I went down the mountain, I met my cousin and my cousin's husband who came down from the other side of the mountain, chatted and laughed a few words, then crossed the river and climbed halfway up the opposite side of the mountain.
I decided to give up.
Tired, so fucking tired, my eyes are starting to bloom, which shows how my typing work is harmful to my body, and it also shows that the mountain is really difficult to climb...
I don’t need to elaborate on the emotions in the middle. Anyway, I was coaxed and tricked by my sisters and brothers, and I finally managed to climb to the top of the mountain.
The top of the mountain is flatter than the mountains, there are fields and houses, there are naturally people, and there are elementary schools.
The old school thirty years ago has been demolished, but the new school is still on the mountain.
We went to the new school first, took a few pictures, and found many people playing Pai Gow in a noisy classroom.
I went to the "relic" of the old school again, chatted with the residents next to the school, and found that the old school was broken down and only one dam was left.
The top of the mountain is foggy and cold, and it feels a bit...unexplainable. When I was buying water in a department store in a folk house, I heard a name, what Cui, and I remembered it was my sister’s playmate back then. Married far away from Hubei.
The most successful thing is that next to the old school, I finally found the home of a good sister of my mother. The poor aunt went to other places to leave the house. We only saw the uncle and her young son, uncle I can't remember what happened back then, I only remember the names of my mother and father, and I still remember that my father was a soldier.
The aunt's youngest son left a phone number in the CD gym, and the two exchanged pleasantries, each moved.
Then I went down the mountain, returned to the village, told my mother the details, and gave her the phone number. In the next few days, she got in touch with the aunt, and planned to have a good chat in the future.
After returning to the village, I met my eldest cousin’s son and daughter who came to see us. It was very sad. My eldest cousin is the sister who passed away as I mentioned in the article a few days ago. Well, let’s not talk about this matter.
Life in the mountain village is very good, my niece and younger brothers and sisters are having fun, I see everyone is also very happy fighting the landlord, climbing the mountain is also very happy, like a pilgrimage.
My sister said, if you don't climb up, you will regret it for the rest of your life. I believe this now, because I have already gone up. Someday in the future, I will let my niece go up again.
My mother's life on that mountain must have been difficult, but she didn't talk about it in detail. Fortunately, there are many uncles who can help carry things up. She just said that when she brought her sister and grandma to live in that elementary school on the first day, there was a strong wind and thunderstorm on the mountain, and the three women, old and young, hugged each other.
Grandma comforted my mother and said: Girl, don't be afraid.
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I left the village on the fourth day of the new year, and went to give my uncle a warm house on the fifth day. My uncle is a very close person. Now we meet across the loess, but it is not as sad and sad as when I first heard the news. It is more of a kind of comfort. Well... the younger generations are all doing well, after kowtowing and burning paper, we arranged wine and dishes along the tomb rails, sat with my uncle, toasted and ate, like an outing.
When going down the mountain, can you see those white flags? I don't know if it's that name, well, let's not talk about it.
In short, I went back to my hometown and found that the new county is very beautiful, the elders are very healthy, the brothers and sisters are very rich, and the younger generations are very well-behaved, very happy.
By the way, one last thing, in the first few days, we went to sing after drinking, and there was one of the girls who competed with me in the small mountain village. Now she has graduated from college for several years and works in Haidian.
The well-behaved girls are ordering songs, and the older girls are singing.
I was pouring wine, listening to the music, I almost spit it out, I looked at her stupidly, thinking that it has been eighteen years, and you are still singing folk songs? Is this trying to continue challenging me
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(A couple of the girls are my nieces... I was horrified to see the book review.)