I want to write a story, a story that belongs to me. I don’t ask for many readers or votes, I just want to write a story.

I have liked many writers. I am a child with a lot of love. I have read many novels about Piaotian's literature for six or seven years. Like most people, from Zhu Xian to the Doupo Cangqiu who has just finished reading, I am chasing Eternal Life, and of course the toad.

I don’t like the halo of pig’s feet, and I don’t know what kind of ordinary novel I would write, as plain as water, from beginning to end.

I'm just a child who likes ordinary things.

Write a story, a story of a scrap child, the protagonist of the story, just like me.

I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't figure out what kind of name to call. I didn't know how to name it anymore.

I once posted a novel at Qidian, and I stopped writing 10,000 words. It was called Mingche Continent, and I came from my own name.

Let’s change it this time, just to the Weiyang mainland to commemorate my endless youth and a good friend of my former life, Xiaozang of Yese.

I originally wanted to write a wedge directly, but when I was typing, I searched for qizi for a long time but couldn't find it, so I wrote the preface.
Chapter completed!