First of all, I am very wordy and have no ability to write prose, so please be patient. Anyway, it is a gift that is not worth the money, so I give it up.

It has been ten months since Qing Yunian wrote about it today, and it took three hundred days to pass by in a blink of an eye. It was so rapid that I didn’t even feel any changes except for the amount of money in my account.

However, the content in the book is changing. The volume of Jinghua Jiangnan is still closely linked to the title, one before and the other, and the two lines are mixed together. Finally, the matter between Kyoto and Jiangnan is explained clearly. However, the original 150 chapters were planned, and there were still a few more chapters in the end. The control ability is indeed not perfect, but there are no perfect things in this world, so it is difficult to have such strict requirements on yourself.

In the summary of Beihai Wu in the fourth volume, I once said that Beihai Wu mainly writes about handover. The Fengliu characters from the previous dynasty died, and the Fengliu characters now appear. This volume of Jinghua Jiangnan is actually a process of succession.

In fact, between the older generation of Shawn Zhuang Mohan and the younger generation, there is also a Mesozoic generation represented by the four great masters of the Emperor and the First Princess. Their strength is the strongest. If Fan Xian Haitang and the others want to take over, they must break through this tough barrier. However, this must be a long-term process. With Fan Xian Haitang's current strength, they can only wait for the opportunity slowly.

Fortunately, that group of Mesozoic Era is not a single piece of iron, and there will be major problems between them. This is the main content of the last two volumes.

The succession in this volume is a very hard work. Destruction is always easy, and construction is always difficult. Although Fan Xian did not achieve his full efforts in the Douzi of Kyoto and Ming family in Jiangnan, he achieved his expected goal after all. However, this process was too troublesome. After the troublesome process, Fan Xian finally truly owned the Supervision Office and the Inner Trustee.

Start emitting the turtle aura...

A friend gave an opinion that the fifth volume was well written, but the style was too gloomy.

I admit that there is no way. The sunny political struggle has never existed. In an imperial society, criticism and self-criticism can never be used to digest internal contradictions.

In addition to the content of this volume, there is another reason for this, that is, I am not very good at writing these strategies, and my IQ is only the level of the general public. When I write, I will naturally feel a little gloomy and stagnant.

The first half of the fifth volume is better. In fact, the foreshadowing of the eldest princess and the second prince was buried in the first four volumes, so it was easier to write, and there were some new characters I like very much, so I was so happy to write.

Those characters include the eldest prince, shadow, woman...

When I got to the middle of the Yangtze River, I was stunned. It was not that I had not thought about it, but that I had thought about it a long time ago, but it was just that it was unhappy. The key was that Fan Xian's other party was the Ming family, the sour, shameless, showing weakness, and bastard Ming family.

There are no good people in the family.

But in this volume, Fan Xian can't do anything iron blood yet, it's really unhappy.

But later I thought, wasn’t this written by myself? Why did I have such a big opinion on the Ming family? To criticize, I should criticize my hands on the keyboard.

So I would like to express my special thanks to Fei Liguo here.

Yes, it is Fei Liguo, who has made guest appearances in many books.

Around December 1st, when Fan Xian went to Jiangnan to harvest Xia Qifei, I had a long talk with him on QQ all day, and what I was talking about was the years in Jiangnan.

Thank you for giving him many good ideas, giving me many good ideas, and criticizing me very seriously, believing that I should have some confidence in myself and don’t always think that I will not write well. Once I think I can’t write well, I will really not write well... Such very wordy words.

Thank you really, I have wanted all those ideas and ideas, one by one, filling my original design with a very plump, so even if the style is gloomy, I am not afraid... I believe everyone can see the thoughtfulness in this volume.

The most important thing is that I have regained my confidence... Many people say that I am narcissistic. People who love me say this in the blog in the tone of looking at cute puppies, and people who hate me say it gritted their teeth on the forum. In fact, narcissism is just a strong reaction of not being confident.

I always thought I could write better, so I was not confident, but later I finally figured it out that what I wrote was good enough, at least I could be worthy of the money I spent when subscribing, that's all.

A thousand words of two or three points, well, the pain I thought about when writing is really worth this price.

At the same time, I would like to thank those book friends on QQ who have always given suggestions, such as Firefly, Pillow, and especially those who smirked, who strongly asked me to use Wang Cheng's support, and several others who suddenly forgot their names in a confused manner. At the fifth update, I will not list them. Thank you all TVs.

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The fifth volume of Beijing, Jiangnan, my favorite thing is the scattering and freedom that can be revealed in the first half of the occasional chapters, such as listening to wind and rain in a small building, such as a rainy assassination. Although it is written in intense things, it can have a very full spirit, which not only describes the sense of the picture, but also describes the texture.

There is also the plot of the second half, which is linked together, with appropriate rhythm, and can capture the foreshadowing... This is not narcissism, but a kind of self-comparison. I have written novels for more than six years, and I rarely write such solid words. This is really a kind of progress of myself.

In the fifth volume, what are the key points besides the big context? I think it’s nothing more than the woman around Fan Xian. I don’t need to mention this matter too much. I don’t like to use what to collect. Sisi is the one who collects it, is Haitang?

I always feel that Fan Xian was taken over by Haitang...

Wan'er can give birth, Haitang can't marry someone else, Ruruo will learn to return home. This is not my promise, but I am willing to write like this.

Later, there were more fun things, and it was fun to think about it.

So the next volume is called "Dianxianhuan".

Happy... It should be this literally, but it actually means three layers. After writing it, everyone will know that it is quite fun.

But no matter how fun it is, it will be dead.

In this new volume, there will definitely be a good scene to write. I hope everyone can be satisfied. I will work hard, but sometimes my condition is over. Perhaps some chapters are not that good. Please be considerate and I will do it well.

OK, the summary of Volume 5 ends here.

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Let’s talk about the past 2007.

In the past year, several relatives have gone away, which is very uncomfortable.

In addition, I am tired. I started writing about the Yu Nian in May, and I have never had a rest until today. I have never had a rest for a day... Although I went to Beijing to attend the award ceremony in July and didn't write for a few days, I was also very tired those days. Although I haven't written for the ten days of the Chinese New Year, I am actually more tiring than writing. I will explain in detail later.

In addition to typing, I also type every day. This kind of life is actually not so smooth, so I admire my colleagues who have worked every day for several years. I have only persisted for half a year and can no longer hold it.

I remember when I was writing the Suzaku Record, when I was the craziest time I wrote, I would take a day off every week, but now I have thrown away that day.

Why do you have to make yourself so tired?

Three reasons: First, everyone is waiting to see, second,... can make money, third, I know that I am a lazy person. As long as I take a day off, I will form an inertia and it will be difficult to tighten my clockwork, so I dare not let myself loose.

And the biggest reason why I can persist is, besides the first two reasons mentioned above, naturally, because... I like to write.

I really like to write. When I am proud of it, I will really slap the table and shout... Alas, it seems to prove narcissism again.

Then I won’t talk about it.

Last year, except for the sadness and fatigue, everything was fine, very good, very good, and nothing to say.

So thank you everyone.

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Finally, I talked about the story of returning 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 give it a few casual words.

On the morning of the 29th, I took a bus and took a boat back to the county town. In the afternoon, it was the reunion of the whole family, with forty or fifty people. I haven’t seen my cousins ​​and nephews drink and wish each other for a long time. Someone shed tears during the meal and was moved.

At the age of thirty, I spent my aunt with me in a gentle and speechless manner. I drank more than ten cups of Wuliangye and was happy.

When I returned to the mountain village on the first day of the first day, I was very grateful to the government for the life project that I built a guardrail next to the mountain road... However, there were no guardrails on the winding mountain road. My cousin's driving skills were poor, and the fire was turned off uphill, slipped backwards, frightened, replaced people, and succeeded.

When I arrived at the mountain village, I felt a lot of emotion. My mother's hometown. In 1990, I was ordered by my family. I spent a summer here. I still remember that I was surrounded by green trees and large rocks. I took three little girls to climb trees and fight, playing six decks of cards to compete for the best, performing programs in the twilight, and competing for more songs.

At that time, I was twelve or thirteen years old, and it was the first time I listened to Luo Dayou. The girls who were a few years younger than me didn’t understand it, so we competed to sing children’s songs and folk songs.

That summer, what I sang the most was - today is your birthday, my motherland - it seems to be this name.

As soon as I arrived at the mountain village that day, I went to see the trees and stones I had climbed before, and brought my brother-in-law and niece whom I had never been there. Unfortunately, I just found the big stones, and the trees seemed to have been cut down.

I wanted to go to the house where my third uncle lived before, because I lived in that house back then, and I always thought that the house was the most quiet and beautiful villa in the mountain village. Unexpectedly, after walking a few steps, I heard the barking of dogs... I suddenly remembered that in 1990s, I was also in the trunk of two big yellow dogs and entered the house with trembling legs, so I became scared. Unexpectedly, the visitor was a black dog, who looked very much like Chen Shuping.

Uncle San has moved to the county town and there are several uncles in the village. No, it is many uncles who are busy greetings, reminiscing about the past, and are busy moving. Four days pass in a flash. During these four days, there is no Internet or computer. My cousin has not brought the TV in the newly built building on the roadside, so he has not even watched the TV.

At night, I would stand on the terrace of the new building, staring at the lights in the ridge opposite the opposite mountain. The night in the mountain village is very dark, and the lights really look like stars in the sky.

It’s not a bourgeoisie, although it’s really that, and the main reason is that we went to the mountain ridge once in the second day of the lunar month.

The ridge is called Zhongxing Liangzi. It is directly opposite our mountain village. There is a river in the middle of 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 hillside here, let alone climbing down the mountain.

But we still have to go.

Because it was the place where my mother lived and fought thirty years ago, after she graduated from normal school, she was assigned to teach at the elementary school on the mountain, where she lived with her sister and grandma for more than five years.

When my mother left that mountain, she had been pregnant with me for eight months and went down the river to Yichang.

I have always been curious about how my mother got off with her big belly and poop back then?

My mother is now in her sixties. She told us clearly that she can't climb up, so we, as children, can only do it for her to go to the mountain village primary school thirty years ago for her.

Moreover, my sister is very motivated because she lived there until she was over five years old, which is more deeply in love than me.

On the second day of the junior high school, my sister, brother-in-law, my eldest cousin and my younger cousin, and my six people went up the mountain there, holding the bamboo stick peeled by my niece in my hand.

When I went down the mountain, I met my cousin and my cousin husband who came down from the mountain. I joked and laughed, then crossed the river and climbed to the opposite side of the mountain.

I decided to give up.

Tired, so fucking tired, my eyes started to show my golden flowers. This shows how my typing job hurts my body, and it also shows that the mountain is really hard to climb...

The feeling in the middle does not need to be explained in detail. Anyway, I was deceived by my sisters and brothers, and I took a step and took three steps and finally successfully climbed to the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain is flatter than that of the mountains, and there are fields and houses. Naturally, there are people, so there are primary schools.

The old school was demolished thirty years ago, but the new school is still on the mountain.

We went to the new school first, took a few pictures, and then found many people playing Paijiu gambling in a noisy classroom.

I went to the "site" of the old school again and chatted with the residents next to the school. I found that only a dam was left after the old school was broken. The old sister was a little moved and said that she was playing on this dam back then, so how about it.

There was foggy and cold on the top of the mountain, and it felt a little... I couldn't tell. When I was buying water in a department store in a house, I heard a name for a person, what about Cui. I remembered that he was my sister's playmate back then. After asking a few questions, I realized that the sister had already married in Hubei.

The most successful thing was that next to the old school, I finally found the home of a good sister of my mother back then. The poor aunt went to another place to go to the house. We only saw the uncle and her youngest son. The uncle could no longer remember what happened back then, only remember the names of his mother and father, and still remember that his father was a soldier back then.

The aunt's youngest son left a phone number at Chengdu Sports Hospital. Both sides exchanged greetings and moved each other.

Then she went down the mountain, returned to the village, told her mother the details, and told her the phone number. A few days later, she contacted the aunt and prepared to chat in the future.

After returning to the village, I met my eldest cousin’s son and daughter to come to see us. I was very sad. My eldest cousin was the one I mentioned in the article a few days ago, and I’ll say that my deceased sister. Okay, I won’t talk about this anymore.

Life in the mountain village is very good, and my niece and younger sisters have a lot of fun. I see that everyone is also very happy to play Landlords, and they are also very happy to climb the mountain, like a pilgrimage.
To be continued...