Hello everyone, I am Tang Beiyu, sending affection to write, to talk about expressing my heart. Take everyone on a journey in the world of books, welcome to communicate and discuss together.
Xiao Da himself admits that the development of books is different from his original vision. This reminds me of a story: according to legend, Leo Tolstoy cried when he wrote the chapter "The Death of Anna". The family asked him why he was crying so much? He replied that Anna was dead and I was in pain.
If a book has a soul, does it escape the control of the writer? A great writer like Tolstoy will also be saddened by his own words, but these words are precisely from his own pen, and what kind of power will it be for a person to be sincerely moved by his own words? A novel, several characters, its internal logic and plot trend has naturally driven forward, so that to reach the realm of natural success, the author from the creator to the participant, even the bystander of the story, will also be moved by the story, their own stories, and even cry like Lielao, this novel has become a literary classic.
And Zhang Xiaofan, Lu Xueqi and Baguio also came alive in my heart unknowingly. Do you remember those clips of Xiao Ding's escape from control?
The Seven Veins will martial arts
The first time I saw him was when the Seven Veins would meet martial arts.
The appearance is not amazing, and some wooden are stupid, but simple and cute.
How many people stop and stare in front of you, captivated by your peerless face, but few will be like him, blushing and lowering their heads in your cold gaze, afraid of bumping into your gaze and annoying the fairy.
He is as simple and cute as a child. Xueqi, has it been that since then, he has rippled in your heart like a stone that has fallen into a deep pool?
Near the final battle of Huiwu, unexpectedly, you meet him in the ring, the boy who blushed when he looked at you.
He stood on the stage, the crowd below was noisy and noisy, but he seemed to be inaudible, only in his own world. When he wakes up from a dream, he looks at you with a touch of affection and gloom. Smart as you, how can you not understand that when he looks at you, he thinks of another person.
You are somewhat curious. What kind of person makes him so concerned, and what kind of person makes him sad? Unexpectedly, he forgot the jade man in front of him.
Just as he was secretly guessing, his deep voice penetrated the crowd. You come back from your thoughts and hear his voice, ordinary and unremarkable, like his name, like his face, like his person, but in his composure, with an imperceptible sorrow.
Don't show mercy? It was clear that it was just a few polite words, but he was different. Is it confidence in strength, or... Long ago gave up hope? Just because of the one who broke his heart?
At that time, you had never seen such a person. You just want to treat him like an ordinary opponent, but how can you expect that Tianli's sword slash is actually a dream of your life.
Infatuation Curse
In the mouth of the cow, he cast a great Brahma to save his senior sister, and was found to use the Demon Sect Blood Devouring Bead as a magic weapon, and for a while, Qingyunmen and even the entire righteous path were accused and spurned by countless people. He knelt in the center of the lobby, his figure looked so thin and lonely, as if he was alone, facing the whole world! But you stood up without hesitation, plopped down on your knees beside him, and your firm voice broke the ice and cut the snow, "Disciple Lu Xueqi, willing to guarantee with your life!" "Since he is going to be ostracized by ten thousand people, even if you are powerless to save it, you must be by his side on your own!" He is heartwarming for you. It turned out that in the mountains and rivers to be walked through, there were people who accompanied him and warmed him. But the world is unpredictable, how can I expect that after thousands of changes, Dao Xuan Zhenren actually wanted to get rid of him as a demon! At that time, you were afraid that you were already stunned, and you didn't know how to deal with it, and Baguio suddenly pulled him away, and the faint words seemed to be just whispering, but he smiled and recited the infatuation mantra.
From that moment on, he and Baguio are separated by life and death, and there is an insurmountable Baguio between you and him... Ten years of waiting, when will we meet again? Looking at the moon platform, you lean on the tear bamboo, choking on a little bit of sorrow, thinking about when you can meet again; The cold wind gusts, you will be full of thoughts into a heavenly dance, behind the dashing figure, but there is an indescribable sadness...
Until that time, Death Zeri, through the vast fog, you met. At that time, his faint smile and surprise, you may not forget it for the rest of your life, right? Buried for ten years full of lovesickness and sorrow, at that second, you look at his gaze, deep affection.
decade
He is no longer the simple and immature boy he was back then, but now, under the name of the deputy sect master of the Ghost King Sect, Ghost Li, wielding a blue soul devouring wand, he has stepped on the lives of countless people, and the palm that was once busy in the kitchen has been splashed with the blood of countless people. You are not the weak girl who trembled and used to use the true skill, ten years of hard cultivation and ten years of longing, turned into a warm blood, just for Qingyun, and the face that can never be forgotten!
A faint blue light streaked by, following Xuanqing's figure. When they are reunited, even if they are already incompatible, how can they hide their throbbing? Snow-white clothes, set off your peerless beauty, flying in the wind! You met the clouds again, and the result that could not change was that you tacitly closed at the same time at the last moment. Passing by Tianli and Soul Eater, you flew to two distant places. Perhaps it was then that he saw his reflection in your clear eyes like water, saw this inaccessible Nine Heavens Fairy, and the deepest softness in his heart was actually because of him.
It seems that the flight is ten thousand years, and you still follow, just like under the abyss of the dead soul back then! It's just that at this time, the faint blue light held in his hand is pointing at him! He didn't care that your sword was already in his throat, but he saw that the soft palm that had been held in his palm trembled slightly, and a soft, faint greeting, penetrated the fog of confusion and the cold Tianli sword blade, reached your ears. Your lip has been bitten to the point of blood, but you still insist, don't soften, don't remove your disguise so easily. Xueqi, you are such a strong woman, how can he not pity you? Remove the hard armor, you just want a little more warmth, but your affectionate call, he is not inaudible, but helpless.
And how? Ten years, a deep ravine, how difficult is it to cross the past? The only thing he could do was to hide the bitter pain in his heart with a pretend contemptuous laugh! You said you would kill him, you said you wanted him not to show mercy, but simple words are more difficult to achieve than any other words. How can you give up that white coat? How can you forget the face that is in your heart? How to get started? No matter how insurmountable the gap is in the middle, you can't forget the deep love buried in your heart!
finale
Recently, I listened to "The Immortals" again on the Himalayas, although the end of the novel is already very good, Xiaofan lives the ordinary life he dreamed of, Xueqi met him in Caomiao Village and smiled, and the sound of bells hanging green corners floated in the sky. But still seems to continue to listen to their stories, listening to the stories of various tasks in the Immortals, in addition to Fan Yaoqi, I also want to know what happened to many people in that world, Xiaobai, Uncle Zeng, Lin Jianyu, Fa Xiang, and even Li Xun, Qin Wuyan. Today, I heard the end of the story directly from Tian Buyi's death, it was really stunned, the older generation is really dead. Xiao Ding didn't know what he was doing now, and he didn't look at what new books he was writing, and he used to say that he had time to write more about other things, but now he really can't count on it.