I Sharpened a Sword, Hoping You'd Take a Closer Look

(When I got to three thousand words, I wanted to post the group number but was afraid nobody would see it, so I'll put it at the top—My Dead Friend Chat Group: 390247839)

(Welcome, Book Club members.) Last night, after coming back from dinner at Haidilao, I wanted to write a standalone chapter and chat with everyone.

Then,

I sat blankly in front of my computer for several hours and couldn't write a single word.

There was too much I wanted to say,

and instead, I didn't know where to begin.

When I woke up at noon today, washed my face, ate something, and gave it some thought, the anxiety and unease about going premium seemed to have faded considerably. It felt like I could finally talk to everyone calmly.

First,

let me talk about myself.

Although Mr. Qian Zhongshu said that if you ate an egg and found it delicious, why would you need to see the hen that laid it? Still, I felt that if you got to know me a little better and thought the author was a pretty lovable person, maybe you'd like the eggs laid by this author even more?

So, I'm handsome, and my voice sounds great too! I don't care, no objections accepted! Now let me talk about some of the people and things I encountered while writing books.

I wasn't exactly a lucky person, nor was I especially clever.

Many years ago...

Around 2001 or 2002, I found a paper fantasy novel in a barber's home. After reading it, I was utterly blown away. So words could describe such a magnificent fantasy world!

Amazing!

From then on, I changed from a kid who loved fighting into one who loved reading.

Though in my parents' eyes, all the books I read were improper