I believe some people don't like the plot of one or more chapters of fighting and killing. I admit that I am not good at this, haha, to be honest...
But, it doesn’t matter. Just because I’m not good at it doesn’t mean I can’t do it. I’ll work harder.
I remember when I was in Chinese class, after the Chinese teacher finished teaching a text, he would call on a student and ask him to talk about the central idea expressed in the text.
(Admittedly, when I am in Chinese class, I usually lay down and read books on ideological and political issues, or I have already read through the most interesting articles in the Chinese textbook because I think they are interesting, haha)
My original impulse to write this book came from a sentence in a martial arts animation "Qin Shi Mingyue" that I had seen before.
The saying goes like this: A real man will not make those around him who care about him feel worried, but will make them feel at ease.
Is there anything that can make people who care about themselves not worry about themselves?
This sentence moved me very much.
So, I wrote this book.
This is the ownership mentality and persistence from the bottom of the heart that runs through this book.
In fact, as a man, who wouldn’t want to be such a person?
However, the real society is often so cruel and helpless.
Many times, you have to do things you don't want to do.
After a long time, when I looked back, I suddenly found that my original passion and impulse had faded away.
And those people you once cared about or cared about you may have been forgotten by you. This is a kind of helplessness and a kind of sadness.
Books are for reading and for understanding.
I don't know if I can write my book so richly, but I will wholeheartedly write the thoughts I want to express using a person's story.
Or love, or friendship, or family affection, etc., I will describe what I yearn for in my heart and eyes.
Of course, this is just a novel, and novels inevitably require some fictional stories.
However, for Mu Yi, stories are not just stories, there are also insights hidden in them.
After the violent storm, only the wind and light clouds remained.
The so-called pursuit is nothing but the clouds and smoke of the past.
When you look back, all you are left with are helpless memories and melancholy sighs, so what’s the point?
If, when you look back, you suddenly find that the people who are here are still there and the people who are not here are still in your heart, this may be another kind of beauty!
Come on, boxers!
Mu Yi, come on!
Also, brothers and sisters who are reading, come on!