Half an hour later, outside the domain, the code flow that had been boiling and rolling like huge waves stopped for a moment.
All the code has become still, as if it has solidified, only wrapping this small area in it.
"Chen...successful."
Du Wei said softly.
The quiescence of the code flow means that the refresh instruction has stopped.
In other words, this world has been completely separated from the upper world.
And now, there is only one thing left to do in the end.
"Then...the last step! It's the same as last time, slashing with one sword, right?"
Chen Xiaolian took out the Sword in the Stone and stood in front of the singularity.
With this sword strike, everything will be over!
Qiaoqiao, Roddy, Xiuxiu...all will come back.
No more copies!
There is no development team anymore!
Everything will return to its original state!
Except - no self.
Chen Xiaolian raised the Sword in the Stone high.
But before he could strike down, a solid and strong hand pressed on his shoulder.
Chen Xiaolian turned his head and saw Du Wei shaking his head at him: "Reverse refresh is equivalent to loading files. Last time, the development team terminated the reverse refresh midway, and you saved a life. But this time you won't be so lucky, you
He will definitely die, and he will disappear completely just like being refreshed."
"Nonsense, you told me last time." Chen Xiaolian curled his lips: "But if I don't do it, how can I expect any of you to do it? Anyway...I should have died long ago last time, just because
The development team's reverse refresh only saved one life. It's worth living for so long."
"Leave it to me." Du Wei shook his head and said with a faint smile: "Since you have already done it once, it should be someone else's turn this time."
"Du Wei?" Chengcheng was stunned and shouted at Du Wei: "What do you want to do?"
"Since Chen can nail himself to the cross for the sake of this world, why can't I?" Du Wei showed a free and easy smile: "There are two places on the cross, and someone has to fill the other one."
His tone was very understated, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"But we..." Chengcheng's eyebrows rose.
Chen Xiaolian has already told them about Osgilia.
In that desolate world, there is still a father waiting for them.
"You can just go see him on my behalf." Du Wei smiled nonchalantly: "Anyway, he has given birth to two children. If one is missing, he will feel distressed."
"What the hell are you talking about!" Chengcheng glared at Du Wei fiercely.
"I'll do it."
A voice as cold as stone suddenly sounded.
Chen Xiaolian turned his head and when his eyes fell on the owner of the voice, his eyes immediately widened.
The one who spoke was Bai Qi!
It turned out to be Bai Qi!
Bai Qi...want to be the victim?
Not only Chen Xiaolian, everyone else's faces were also full of shock.
"Hey, Bai Qi, are you serious?" Gabri stretched out his hand and pointed at Bai Qi's nose: "I know you are a lunatic, but... although you were crazy before, you weren't crazy like this!"
Du Wei smiled bitterly and touched his nose: "Bai Qi, are you planning to use this method to atone for your sins because you killed too many people before?"
Bai Qi's face remained unmoved, and he said coldly: "I Bai Qi killed someone, who dares to sentence me?"
"Then why are you..." Du Wei was really thinking about it. He never thought that Bai Qi would take the initiative to ask for help.
This is Bai Qi! The Bai Qi who kills people like a madman! The Bai Qi who is as smelly and hard as a stone in a latrine!
"I have the fewest friends, only a few of you." Bai Qi remained expressionless: "I'll do it, it's the most cost-effective."
"Is this... your reason?" Gabri stared at Bai Qi blankly: "Can I use the word cost-effective here?"
Bai Qi ignored Gabri, walked straight to the singularity, and drew out his long sword: "Get out of the way."
Chen Xiaolian and Du Wei looked at each other silently and moved to both sides to clear a path.
They all know very well that there is no reason to argue with a guy like Bai Qi. Once he decides something, no one can pull him back.
Bai Qi stood in front of the singularity, turned around, his eyes stayed on everyone's face for a moment, and suddenly a smile slowly bloomed.
"In the past, I was wrong."
"You guy, you actually know--"
Gabri yelled exaggeratedly, but before he could finish speaking, Bai Qi's sword had already fallen.
The last scene Chen Xiaolian saw was countless light particles radiating from the singularity.
The next moment, he fell into darkness.
…
"Wake up, sir, wake up."
A gentle female voice sounded in Chen Xiaolian's ears.
Gradually waking up from his fuzzy consciousness, Chen Xiaolian opened his eyes and saw a gentle and pleasant face.
Takamoto...Shizuka?
It took Chen Xiaolian three seconds to search for this name from his memory.
And a flood of memories quickly rushed into my mind.
The plane crashed... crashed into a desert island... met Xiuxiu and Takamoto Shizuka... conquered the four-eyed war cat... turned on the personal system...
"Sir, we have landed..."
Takamoto Shizuka's Chinese is still not good, she can only speak simple words, with a beautiful bright smile on her face, she reaches out her hand to gesture towards Chen Xiaolian.
Chen Xiaolian got excited and sat up.
Other first-class passengers were already packing their luggage and preparing to get off the plane. Shizuka Takamoto saw that he was still sleeping, so she thoughtfully came to wake him up.
Chen Xiaolian's heart beat loudly, and he turned his head and looked to his side.
Xiuxiu was already standing in the aisle with her small trolley suitcase!
You...went back again?
Back on the crashed plane!
Chen Xiaolian quickly checked it.
No more personal system!
All power gone!
There is nothing left, and I have become a completely ordinary person again!
The cabin door has been opened. The flight attendants have lined up at the door with professional smiles, watching the passengers get off the plane.
Chen Xiaolian stood up suddenly, not even bothering to grab his luggage, and followed Xiuxiu off the plane.
Suppressing his inner excitement along the way, Chen Xiaolian followed Xiuxiu to the airport lobby. Finally, Chen Xiaolian saw that familiar figure.
She has long straight black hair, wearing a mask, only showing her beautiful eyes, and her legs are long and straight.
Jojo!
It's Jojo!
Sure enough, everything came back!
However, both Qiaoqiao and Xiuxiu still don't know their own situation at all.
Chen Xiaolian was still struggling in his mind whether to go up and talk to him now or wait until he got back and contact Qiaoqiao through Rody, but when he saw Xiuxiu suddenly let go of her legs, ran towards Qiaoqiao quickly, and plunged into Qiaoqiao.
Joe's arms.
She seemed to whisper something to Qiao Qiao, and then Qiao Qiao's eyes exposed outside the mask suddenly changed their expressions, and she stepped forward with her long legs and walked towards Chen Xiaolian.
Then--
The high heels kicked Chen Xiaolian hard on the bone in his calf.
"Pervert! If you dare to let me see you following my sister again, I'll cut you into pieces!"
Chen Xiaolian covered his calf and squatted on the ground with a painful look on his face. He watched Qiaoqiao give him a middle finger aggressively, turned around and strode Xiuxiu into the Land Rover.
So...are we going to start over again and pursue it again?
…
Three days later.
"So, in the end, it was the one named Chen and the one named Bai Qi who sacrificed themselves together to save the world? Including me and Xiuxiu?"
"Absolutely right!"
"I am your girlfriend, and I have been with you through life and death many times? And Roddy, Xiuxiu, we are all members of the same team?"
“Exactly right!”
"But the system, the development team, the players, the awakened ones, the copies, the GM...all of these things, you have no evidence at all, because everything was restored to its original state in that reverse refresh?"
“The summary is accurate!”
"Then why do you want me to believe you? You are a writer of online articles. Maybe you made this up."
"Let me think about it...you have a birthmark on your body..."
"Pervert! Are you spying on me?!"
"Hey! Stop fighting! It's true!"
"Stop talking nonsense! If I don't beat you to death today, I won't call you Qiaoqiao!"
…
a week later,
"Hey, I'll give you a chance to watch a movie with me."
"Today? But I haven't finished coding the update yet."
“What’s the big deal about not keeping watch for a day?”
"But if you stop updating, you will be scolded by readers..."
"Don't forget that you swore a poisonous oath in front of Roddy to chase me, otherwise you will never touch another woman or your right hand again in this life."
"Rody, this bastard! He even told you this?! But I also swore a poisonous oath to the readers. If there are no more updates this month, I will cut off my dick..."
"Then which one do you choose?"
"Break it off...just break it off!"
…
One month later.
"Jojo..."
"what?"
"Do you believe everything I tell you?"
"Why are you asking this question again? Is it important?"
"Looking at it now, it seems...it's really not that important."
"Okay, go to bed quickly. Good night."
"Good night."
(Complete the book)
Um.
Below are some words, you can choose to read them or not.
Don't be hypocritical, speak the truth openly and honestly.
About my writing status in the past few years.
In fact, I have been giving myself many, many reasons.
For example, the failure of the first marriage.
For example, when I was writing Tianjiao, the censorship interrupted my rhythm.
For example, I am busy working on film and television projects.
Wait wait wait.
In fact, in the past two or three years, I have only done one thing.
I want to figure out what's going on with myself.
Actually the answer is very simple.
I, it seems, well, I can’t say it seems like.
I lost my desire to express myself.
I have lost my desire to express myself as a content creator and a writer.
In layman's terms, I lost my creative passion.
I am the type of writer who must immerse himself in his own story in order to write a good story.
There was once a reader of mine on Zhihu who commented on me and had a sentence that actually touched on my core problem.
Whether I'm writing stories or characters.
First of all, I have to be able to move myself first, and then I can write something that moves others.
If we use actors as an analogy.
I'm probably an experientialist.
When I was writing "The Awe-inspiring Evil Spirit", I wrote about what Xiao Wu Ge said: This knife cut off my softness and conscience...
I literally brought tears to my eyes.
When I was writing "Devil's Law", I wrote "The sky is empty in summer, and my heart is like an abyss". I really made myself autistic and smoked several cigarettes in one breath.
When I was writing "Hunting Country", when I wrote the section of the Goblin Diary, I really sat in the study room in the middle of the night, and I felt an unprecedented sense of awe...awe of fate and faith.
When I wrote "The King of Heaven"... Well, forget it, I won't talk about the King of Heaven. That is a topic I don't want to mention again.
However, I later lost that enthusiasm.
Really lost.
My writing skills are still there.
It is not even an exaggeration to say that my writing skills are better than before.
I continued to write the story intermittently, almost like a zombie.
But I can use skills to support these tasks.
The skills of writing are now in my hands. It can be said that I can pick them up at my fingertips and do whatever I want.
But I was just mechanical and supported with skills: Well, I wrote this paragraph in this way so that readers can laugh. Well, I wrote this paragraph in this way, which is a turning point that will surprise readers.
I can still stir up the reader's emotions when reading, and make the story seem smooth or twisty.
But I wasn't moved at all.
I'm sitting in front of the computer, smoking and typing.
Writing a story that I didn’t really immerse myself in deeply.
In the past few years, I feel more and more that I have really become a writing machine.
A mechanical, robot.
I'm a coder who doesn't have any feelings - well, I should complain here.
I am a special, special, special, special, special (one hundred specials are omitted here), a very willful person.
Therefore, when I lost my passion and my desire to express myself, I relied purely on my own skills and mechanically used my own skills to support my writing...
I became more and more repulsive and resistant to this matter.
To be honest, I have been dissatisfied with every novel I have written since Hunting Kingdom.
Because I know very well that these stories are only supported by skills.
I have been writing stories for sixteen years, and I know very well how to write online articles, how to make readers comfortable, how to make readers hooked, how to make readers laugh, how to make readers nervous.
But I am numb!!
When I was typing before, I would sit in front of the computer and always let myself procrastinate.
When I procrastinate until I can no longer procrastinate, when I open a WORD document and start typing... many times, I feel very disgusted, repulsive, and even uncomfortable in my heart.
So, I started to stop updating willfully.
I'm going to do other things.
Yes, very willful.
I'm very sorry for you.
I'm so sorry!
But I am such a willful person.
I can't help myself to continue to force myself to code words and write stories when I have no enthusiasm for creation.
I also tried to do it, but it was very bad, so it was always intermittent.
For a while, I even felt that I was close to being autistic and depressed.
Let me tell you the truth: My royalties are paid for the electronic version.
And the price...is quite cheap.
I originally signed a contract for five years and ten million words.
In other words, if I grit my teeth, endure the resistance and rejection in my heart, and forcefully code.
It doesn’t need to be more, I just want to ensure that my update volume is half of what I was at my peak. Or even a little less.
My annual subscription fee can reach seven figures.
But for the past two or three days, I just didn’t want to write.
I don’t want to write anything.
It feels uncomfortable no matter what.
My friends, colleagues, and editors have all advised me and even scolded me countless times.
Brother! You should write! You can make money!
Isn’t the royalties great?
But, I really can't do it.
I am the kind of person who must have a passion for writing and a desire to express myself in order to be motivated to create.
Desire for expression is actually very complicated.
It’s not just simple things like writing a story, characters, plot, and fun.
It contains an author who, in this story, expresses his own views on life, the world, his attitude towards life, and his understanding.
Therefore, I can write very touching stories about Big Circle Little Fifth Brother, Tulip Duke Du Wei, and Country Bitch Xia Lei Ming.
Even Chen Daolin's dignity as a diaosi in the early stage can be written very movingly.
But then, I was lost.
I lost myself.
I emptied myself.
In the first ten years when I wrote the book, I accumulated over the first thirty years of my life my views on the world, on life, on emotions, on love, on friendship, on responsibilities, on my family, my country, and the world...
Attitude towards all of this world...
It's all gone.
No more.
In the past few years, it was really empty.
Therefore, the stories I write can still be supported by skills. They can make you laugh or make you nervous...
But these stories are the only ones that don’t move people anymore.
Because, even I was not impressed.
I no longer have the desire to express myself.
To be precise, it is actually:
I don’t have anything to express, because everything I want to express has been written by myself in the works of the past ten years.
Then
I started to stop updating
The death is cruel, the death is intolerable, and the death is heartbreaking.
There was even one time when I was signing books in a bookstore, some die-hard readers came and put up a banner at the signing site to denounce my heinous behavior of cutting off updates.
I bow to you and apologize to you here, and then express my gratitude to you.
So, what have I been doing in the past two years, no, to be precise, in the past two or three years, when I stopped updating?
In fact, nothing was done.
I had been working on a script for a while, and then I didn’t want to do it anymore.
During that time, I really couldn't write anything.
Then, I spent all my energy on...
Life!
I have returned to the way my life was before I was 25 years old.
It’s about my life before I wrote my first online article.
Be unscrupulous, trust the reins, and do whatever you want.
I live life to the fullest, engage in life, experience life, enjoy life, feel life, and taste life.
I once lived on an island. It had a big villa, a swimming pool, facing the sea, and good wine and seafood.
I lost hundreds of thousands in one night in a Macau casino.
I took my daughter to Disneyland. In the summer, I was sweating profusely. In the crowd, I let my daughter ride on my shoulders and watch the parade floats... just like many fathers around me.
On my wife's birthday, I wrote her a long love letter...just like when I pursued her.
My brothers and I drank till dawn.
I even spent a month doing nothing but reading all kinds of books I wanted to read.
I went back to my hometown with my wife and children and picked oranges and persimmons in the orchards on the mountain.
My friends and I play Werewolf, and then we troll each other in the lane, showing off our true nature as trolls.
I bought all the games I want to play on STEAM! (Oh, by the way, I’m playing Fall Beans recently)
I even occasionally picked up my daughter from school, queued up to enter the kindergarten, and then squatted at the door of the classroom, watching my daughter fly towards my smiling face.
My mother was seriously ill, and I humbled myself to the doctors. In order to find better medical conditions, I begged my grandfather and grandma everywhere.
I drank beer at a roadside barbecue stall in the middle of the night and ate the grilled crispy bones for one dollar a piece until I vomited.
Well, I even wanted to get a dog...but then I thought I was too lazy to take care of it, so I forgot about it.
Anyway, I have two daughters, and taking care of them is more tiring than taking care of a dog.
Hahaha
Well, this is basically how my life has been in the past few years.
Then……
I feel like I am slowly, bit by bit, coming back to life.
It turned out that my heart had been squeezed dry, suppressed, and squeezed out.’
Little by little, little by little, it became full again.
Only then did I slowly understand that everything was just a matter of finding a reason for myself.
Those reasons are actually not important.
What really matters is that I once lost the fiery heart for writing.
I once lost my desire and passion for creation.
I once lost what I wanted to express.
I used to have nothing in my mind.
I think you've all heard a saying
Art comes from life.
Of course I've heard it too
I've heard this saying since I was young
There was a time when I didn't think so.
I think I have talent.
Talent is above all else, and talent can accomplish what I want to do.
Life...what is that? Not important!
However I was wrong.
My talents may not be as great as I think.
And life is far more important than I thought!
In the past few years, my life has been interrupted and I have stayed away from writing.
Let me slowly become fuller.
Life is really the source of all creators, it really is.
It wasn’t until this year that I slowly felt that I had the desire to express myself again.
I have the urge to write something again.
Just like that summer afternoon in 2004, after I registered my pen name at Qidian, I couldn’t wait to write a chapter of the novel and couldn’t wait to upload it...
That urgency, that eagerness, that feeling of being impatient to express something.
This year, little by little, I slowly came back.
Life has recharged me.
As for me, I really thought about closing the book.
However, I began to feel confused.
If I don’t write anything, what will I do in the next few decades of my life?
Doing business? If I were willing to do business, I would not have left a state-owned enterprise when I was young and came to be a family.
If you play too many games, you can’t live your life.
Although I am financially free and can eat, drink and have fun until I die.
But there are still decades in life, so you have to do something.
Think about it over and over again.
There is only one thing that I really like, I love it from the bottom of my heart, and I think I can do it for the rest of my life:
writing.
You may want to complain about this.
A guy who is so inconsistent that he is outrageous
How dare he say that he really loves writing?
But...this is the truth.
I don't know if you understand what I want to express.
I really like writing.
From the time I published my first article in a newspaper at the age of twelve, until today, I am almost forty years old.
Writing is the only thing that lasted throughout the first half of my life.
There is only one thing that I want to keep in mind for the rest of my life.
Nothing else will work.
Not enough.
None of them worked.
So, when I gradually found myself again and gradually made my heart full again.
I started to have the desire to express myself again, after expressing my enthusiasm.
The first thing I want to do.
Actually, it’s still writing.
Write a story, write what I want to express, write it out.
·
The above is a little explanation and answer to the instability of my writing status in recent years, and the fact that I broke my promise to close the book and started a new book.
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Now let’s talk about the new book.
I have actually been writing the new book for a long time, because Apocalypse was actually finished long ago.
But because the ending was a bit disturbing, I have been working on the idea of a new book.
To be precise, I haven't decided whether to continue writing this new book.
After all, as a forty-year-old, I still want to save face. I said the words to close the book three years ago, and now I suddenly started a new book, and I really thought: Or forget it and stop writing it, so as not to be scolded.
But I thought about it and wrote it anyway.
Then I had been thinking about a new book for a long time, and the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to write it.
In fact, this story does not have any extremely great ideas and creativity, nor does it have any extremely awesome settings.
But after thinking about it, I always feel that it is very touching.
First of all, it impressed me.
When a creator has the passion for creation and the desire to express...
In fact, everything became a matter of course.
I want to write, I want to express, and then I write.
I used a shell that is actually very old: Rebirth.
But the story is new, and what I want to express is also new. Generally speaking, it is some new attitudes that I have slowly come to realize in my life over the past few years.
When I was in my twenties, I would write sentences like "My friends are all doing well, and my enemies have paid the price."
At the age of thirty, I can write [Goblin Diary].
And now, after this story was conceived, what impressed me the most is...
Well, forget it, spoilers are cool for a while, that crematorium.
If you are willing, you can see it for yourself.
The last thing I want to say to you is this.
I'm ready to be scolded.
Just scold me.
You have reason to scold me, and I deserve to be scolded too.
There is always a price to pay for being willful and irresponsible.
I deserve it.
real.
However, I still wrote the new book.
Because I, this time, really want to write.
I really want to write this story and express something in this story.
There is a saying this year that is very vulgar, but very popular.
[May you be away for half your life and still a young man when you return.]
I'm back, maybe I'm no longer a teenager.
But I still came back.
New book "Steady and Don't Wave"
This is a story that I really want to write and show you after I come back.
If you've finished scolding and are interested in tasting it,
Let’s turn the page back.
PS: The update of the new book should be stable.
I don’t want to swear any more about my character. My character is probably just that in your minds.
I understand.
Therefore, the reason why it should be stable is because
I learned how to save manuscripts.
Well, after sixteen years of writing books, I finally learned how to save manuscripts.
Not easy!
If you have seen this, please turn the page.
New book "Steady and Don't Wave"
Please taste it.
Although I have been updating frequently in the past few years, my books have never been thoroughly read.
Produced by Dancing, the quality is still somewhat guaranteed.