The bitter cold has retreated, all things have revived, and the animals have once again reached the season for typing. I hereby announce that updates will resume on February 1st. Things may be unstable at first, but once my child starts kindergarten on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, work will steadily get underway!
Thank you all for waiting, and thank you for the support of every single Monthly Vote. Lately, I took a bit of a break and broadened my horizons. I read some newly released novels—the kind I had not read in a long time—and discovered that today's formulas were no longer the same as before. They felt quite fresh.
I also watched The Wandering Earth 2. As a science fiction (fake) author and a proletarian warrior (real), I can't praise it enough. It was great, I loved it, and anyone who has not seen it should hurry up and watch it. The key was that it gave me an intense sense of déjà vu from beginning to end. Digital life, a world-ending crisis, conspiracies and internal strife, all hearts united as one, old soldiers stepping forth without hesitation, warriors treating death as home, and that Zhongshan-suited figure at the United Nations whose presence was deafening and earth-shattering—every single point struck me right in the heart. The moment Sha Yi pressed the button, I seemed to see Shi Tie Zhu snapping his fingers to detonate the Pure Land. They were not the same story, but they carried the same feelings. It portrayed The Wandering Earth, yet I also felt that one day, Era of Mist could be adapted for film and television too. I imagined it would look like this. (Hehe, dreaming.)
After watching it, I could not calm down for a long time. All I