When I was very young, I respected friendship very much. Regardless of whether it was in reality or illusion, I placed great importance on it.
Although there were many children in the neighborhood where I lived, there were only two who could really be called "good friends". Every time he quarreled with them, he felt a sour feeling in his heart. Because he only had two. If he lost them, he would only have one, the only one. Perhaps, sooner or later, he would lose both of them. (Everyone: It's not like I'm here to listen to you stir up emotions.)
In fact, when I wrote this article, it could be said to be full of difficulties. At that time, I was banned from the Internet and just happened to be planning to write a long article. The only thing I could do was to silently " talk on paper." During the holidays, there would be a lot of homework %_% and he really wanted to give it up. However, seeing that he had already written more than 10,000 yuan, he could only continue to write. When there was no idea, he wanted to give up, but because he had written too much, he really couldn't bear to waste so much effort to continue writing. After going back and forth a few times, he finally made up his mind not to give up and would continue to play until the end.
This process was just like many friends. After experiencing countless small fights, they finally stabilized their relationship and would continue to walk with each other. This was really like Qiong Yao's AQ.
When I finished writing the legendary " climax " part, my friend asked me the first question," Were you possessed by Qiong Yao?" I admit that when I was writing, I did feel like I was possessed by Qiong Yao, but when I really typed it on the computer, it became the purest form of friendship.
The deep friendship between the male and female protagonists was probably very difficult to achieve. The kind of trust that would always be there no matter what happened, and the kind of heartbreaking despair after the other party died. And that agreement that the wedding would only be held when the other party was present. All the promises were like the original diamonds. After countless fusions, they finally became priceless treasures.
The purpose of writing this article was probably to tell everyone that the most touching thing in the world was not necessarily love. The most touching thing was not necessarily family. Friendship could also transcend time and space, transcend life, and transcend everything.
The ending was of course the most complicated. The ending had changed countless times, some sad, some happy, and some half-sad. At first, I planned to use a sad article, but it didn't fit the core of the article. I planned to use a happy article, but it didn't fit my personality as a 'stepmother among stepmothers'. He could only use a half-sad and half-happy tone. That evil friend said absolutely not…%_%
He had already thought of the ending and could already recite it backwards. All that was missing was the process in the middle and the promise that the two of them would not leave each other in life and death. Countless people who have seen it ask me, is this really just a very "simple" friendship? My answer is,"It must be. The kind of friendship that can surpass love and kinship must exist."
Lastly, there was the character drawing. There were not many characters in the book. I like every single one of them. But the one she liked the most was naturally the male lead (Everyone: Wasn't this nonsense? His personality was quite distinct (except for one who had schizophrenia). There are so many types that you will definitely like. You pervert).
Finally, I must mention the evaluation my good friend gave me: He would definitely not let the characters under his pen have a good ending. Hopefully, he could break this law.
Alright, this nagging was finally over. A thousand words.
Thank you to everyone who read from the first word to the last word. It really ended.
Spring has come, let us have the most gorgeous romantic and beautiful friendship that surpasses Qiong Yao.
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