Divergent

After re-reading Sanmao's "The Rainy Season Doesn't Come Again", my heart seems to be hit by layers of ripples from forgotten stones. I don't know whether the stones are thrown from a sober dream or a more depressed dream.

In her words, I gradually found the self I lost in the neon lights.The simple self at the beginning.We are one kind of people, we all belong to the people who want to shout in the street but have been choked by the hand of reality.We kind of look gregarious, we're really weird, we can have fun and even have lots of friends, but we're lonely all the time, for no reason. "Whatever you want to find happiness, you will always be alone."

Likewise, I unashamedly wish the novels I wrote when I was 17 turned into books.It is a farewell to youth and a thank you to naivety.Although compared to Sanmao at the age of 17, my words seem so immature and powerless, but I feel that at least I am as sincere as Sanmao.That's fine.

This novel tells the story between a teenager who doesn't understand love and a girl who speaks Mandarin.In the eyes of the parents, boys and girls may fall in love too early, and their relationship is indeed very simple.The boy is an ordinary young man with no merits. If you insist on telling him something special, the word "stubborn" should be his attribute.But the girl loves her very much. They used to be a good match, maybe because they are too young. Their relationship is always groping forward in the thick fog.They are full of idealization of love, and they once believed that the other party is a lifelong partner.It's a pity that they often make mistakes, and they make mistakes again and again and deviate from the original direction. At the end, he realizes that not all mistakes can be forgiven by time.

That relationship was so pure, so simple that it made people feel the pain that they should not have experienced at that age.Although there are only a few thousand paper cranes that are difficult to dismantle and the bells blown by the wind, they are extremely precious.

The novel is written from the perspective of a boy. Fortunately, after hundreds of days of long nights under the heavy street lamp, he can finally reflect on it, and it is also because the street lamp stretches his shadow longer and longer day by day. , When it was too late, he had the courage to recall their past.Or he wants to record these past events with a pen as much as possible while he can still remember them now, so as to leave some memories of the present for his wrinkled face in the future.

I have no way of knowing if this novel will continue, I just wait for God to forgive me.

Early 2016

The author has something to say:

About the Author

Qu Sheng:

Qu Sheng, wine also.I took this pen name because I love fine wine.

I also hope that I can go through the aging of the world like fine wine, and finally sacrifice to this world of mortals.If you pour me into a soul in distress again, I will save its life, no, save my own life.