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Climb a mountain, watch a snowfall, chase a dream.

A senior author once told me...

Each of an author's works is, in fact, a reflection of the shortcomings of his life.

Every author with a desire to express themselves needs to open every pore of their being and breathe in their life experiences during the creative process in order to move the audience.

Therefore, such authors are destined to suffer.

This book contains my dreams and my life.

There is pain etched into my bones from my growing up years.

It also contains my long-held dream.

If playing Big Player was my way of fulfilling my life's dream, then this is Dream Fulfillment 2.0.

When I was writing the first three chapters, I wrote about "What would you do if you only had two hours left to live?"

I've actually been thinking about this question myself.

It's not that I'm going to die, but I'm thinking about how to face life and my own work.

When writing this book, "The Naming of the Night," I revised the content more and more times than ever before. What you see here has basically gone through more than two revisions.

Make your content better, make your sentences more fluent, and make the imagery more relatable.

I've been carefree for the past thirty years, but this time I'm more meticulous than ever before.

Although I know my writing is just so-so, even with my best efforts, my writing in "The Naming of the Night" is only passable.

But I thoroughly enjoyed writing this book.

Watching Qing Chen calmly face the world, I feel great. I also want a teacher like Li Shutong, and I also want to restart my life.

But you and I both know that's impossible.

So, if this book has any theme, it's that you should all dream along with me.

Here, allow me to share a passage I wrote before, which perfectly reflects my current state of mind.

I worked especially hard during my senior year of high school.

I go to bed at 12 o'clock every day, and the dormitory lights go out at 9:40. I do math problems with a flashlight, studying for the five years of college entrance exams and three years of mock exams.

Starting at 4:30 in the morning, I would stand under the school streetlights and memorize history and politics.

I read English aloud and wrote what I thought were brilliant essays.

I worked incredibly hard, like I was on steroids, determined to get into a good university.

But a year later, I only scored 535 points and got into a second-tier university. I couldn't even understand the last two big questions on the math exam.

I knew then that I was really just an ordinary person.

This kind of perception is actually quite disheartening.

On the eve of the college entrance examination, I was alone in the classroom wiping the blackboard and loudly singing the Song of Heroes.

Perhaps I will never feel that carefree feeling again in my life.

After I started writing about the Naming of the Night, my sleep schedule became completely reversed.

I write all night long, and when I can fall asleep during the day is entirely up to fate.

I revised the 6,000-word content I wrote every day, over and over again.

I kept revising, even when I was exhausted, I would put on headphones to get a feel for it, and keep revising the chapters until I was satisfied.

Even if that's just my own level of satisfaction.

Today I told my wife that it's only been a month, and I feel like I'm already starting to feel overwhelmed.

However, after waking up, I was still full of energy and sat down in front of the computer to review yesterday's content and brainstorm future content.

I know my readership isn't as high as many authors', and I know my writing is at best just passable.

The question is when you realize that you are actually just an ordinary person.

But what I want to say is, even if you realize that you are just an ordinary person, don't give up.

If we could go back to the summer of 2007...

I will still only sleep 4.5 hours a day.

I will still stand under the streetlights and recite politics and history.

If I could go back to 2015, I would still turn on my computer and type out my own story.

Before the college entrance exam, I would sing songs while wiping the blackboard.

Then I stepped into the life that belonged to me.

Perhaps I am destined to be ordinary, but I don't care.

After Your King Spare My Life, and before that.

Many people say that Zhuo Zi is just a comedic author, and that Zhuo Zi last book flopped, Zhuo Zi will soon fade into obscurity.

However, everything I've put into this book has already paid off.

It was among the top 100 apps listed and broke a record in the history of Qidian just two days ago.

Who knows, I might break a new record soon.

Years have passed, and I am still standing here earnestly telling my story. I wonder if those who once slandered and cursed me have been lost in the long river of time.

For me, all I want to do is prove, time and time again, that I am actually a good storyteller, a dedicated writer, and a writer who doesn't just do things half-heartedly.

I don't know how much longer I can write, or how many more stories I can write, but I hope that every step I take is progress.

I can't judge whether the story is good or bad, but I can say that I really did my best.

As I always say, stay true to your original aspirations, and time will give me the answer.

It will be available tonight; it's time to test an author's abilities.

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Forever sincere.

Forever young, forever eager to embark on new journeys.

I hope that this time, you will all accompany me on this journey.

Climb a mountain, watch a snowfall, chase a dream.