Sitting black and white time

Chapter 19 Black and White Reception Room (2)
May we under the same blue sky, through unremitting persistence and long-term efforts, finally realize our dreams.

Years are kind, and people who are hardworking will not be treated badly.

Mountains are long and rivers are far away, let's go together
Text / Summer is not green

Insomnia that night, I posted an insignificant joke on Weibo that hurt the spring and autumn.This matter was mentioned in the manuscript during the day, and you said that you also suffered from insomnia and stayed up all night, and there may be something wrong with your body.Before I could answer, you continued the topic of the manuscript.

In my impression, you are a very conscientious and conscientious editor.Not only is my attitude towards manuscripts rigorous and meticulous, but I am also very kind to my own writers, taking care of their emotions, understanding their preferences, and treating them as my friends.

I still remember the first time I met you.At that time you were sitting in front of the computer and there was only one profile.He is a very clean boy with fair skin.Just like the text in "Sitting Still in Black and White Time", you are a very healing teenager.When I came into contact with you later, I always felt that you kept a distance from others, and began to judge that you were cold and difficult to communicate, but gradually realized that it was actually just a defense on the outside, and that coldness was just a means for you to defend the world.People with sensitive hearts will always put a distance in front of others in advance to avoid harm.In fact, you are gentle, but you are not good at expressing.

But you still seldom mention yourself in this book. You write about the lotus-like girl who is not afraid of hardships and go deep into the Tibetan area, and you say you want to find the lotus you lost; Discarded things are like memories of love”; you write about the childish and cute neighbor next door who clamors to marry your little sister when she grows up, hoping that she will be well and happy forever.You write about so many people, but rarely talk about yourself.

Maybe it's more difficult for me to speak, as you said, I have said so many emotions, but never expressed my real emotions.Everyone in this world is promoting themselves, clamoring in the dust, and it is hard to find a character.You are willing to guard a pure land quietly and guard your own loneliness.

After watching "Sitting in Black and White Time", I will tell you that it is very similar to a Japanese drama called "Late Night Canteen".It's not that the content is similar, but the emotion left to the viewer, faint, warm, but with the bravery to enjoy the beauty of this world alone.It's like drinking a bowl of hot mutton soup in winter, and the impetuous emotions are gradually eased.

In fact, I have always wanted to say thank you to you.

In 2014, I published my first article on "Huahuo", but if I hadn't met you, maybe I would have given up halfway.I have never been a person of perseverance, and I do things so-so.I remember once you made mistakes in double quotation marks all over your manuscript, and you were not angry, but just told me very gently and carefully: "Be more careful in the future."

You are the Bole I met, but unfortunately I am not a Maxima.

Also had trouble.I remember one time I sent a message to question you about the manuscript. I felt that you did not respect my manuscript. Later, you slowly explained it clearly, and I also felt very ashamed.The worst time I quit your writer group and deleted you from QQ friends.Later you added me again without mentioning anything about the past.I'm always impulsive and don't leave any room for things. Fortunately, I met you who are calm and rational, otherwise I might have parted ways with you long ago and would no longer be your writer.

I didn’t have my own pen name before I wrote the manuscript for you, but you asked me to think of an easy-to-remember name after the manuscript was submitted.You asked me what word I wanted to use in my pseudonym, and I said green.Then I thought a lot about Lu's pseudonym, and finally found that "Not Green" is the most pleasing to the ear.You said, if it’s not green, it’s red. The name has a good meaning.So in the end I called it Xia Bulu. Now that I think about it, I feel that this pseudonym is your child. (Do not hit me……)
Since it is your child, naturally it has not been treated badly.In fact, you have such emotions for every author. Reviewing and revising manuscripts, and giving pertinent opinions. Many manuscripts have been revised over and over again under your comments. In the end, the manuscript failed. I was very discouraged. You said you must stick to it , The author of the great god also came here like this.In fact, I felt sorry for you at that time. I felt that I had no talent and wasted your time, but you said you were optimistic about me and asked me to work hard.Without the encouragement at that time, I might have given up on myself.

It is a bit hypocritical to say these things, you see, one year has passed, and 2014 will also pass.One of the biggest rewards of this year is meeting you. Next year, the year after, and every year after that, I hope that I can walk side by side with you on this road.Maybe there will still be friction and debate in the future, but there is one thing I want to say - as long as you are in "Huahuo", Xiabulu will always be there.

The mountains are long and the rivers are far away, I hope we can walk together.

I'll tell a story, don't you cry

Text / not summer
From the beginning of writing this story to the final draft, the time has passed from the warm and cold winter to the midsummer.Finally, I changed from being wrapped in a blanket and blowing on the heater to stepping on plywood slippers, listening to the whirring of the fan, and running to the watermelon in my refrigerator after typing the number of words every day.

Simple and ordinary life, carrying full of joy.

When I started writing, I planned to write an afterword.Just chat with everyone, talk about the principles of life, love the wrong person, do the wrong thing, simple and unconstrained.But when it comes to the day of writing the postscript, I suddenly feel a little bit reluctant. Those emotions that I have not told you will be locked in my heart again, and will be corrupted and forgotten in the end.

I am a person who is not good at memory, but I remember the sentences in the book I read many years ago.

"You said that the written story is for forgetting. Then I won't write it down, so that you can live in my memory forever."

Unfortunately, many things in memory, whether written or unwritten, will eventually be washed away.It took a long time to dig out a piece from a certain corner, which was not washed so clean, and hurriedly left those traces, and it became the book you see now.

In my life, I have experienced many imperfections, long and short, big and small. Of course, there are also many warm healings, and there are also those dark shadows that I can never digest.There have been times of unhappiness, times of giving up, the joy of meeting friends, and the sadness of being misunderstood, but these all exist as my life.Pain and happiness, that's probably how it feels.

In the middle of the night, because I couldn't think of a topic I wanted to write about, I rushed downstairs to talk to the owner of the barbecue stall.After a few skewers of barbecue and a bottle of beer, like many people around me, I sat in the dark night; I also wrote about emotional breakdowns, thinking about those people in my life who I couldn’t see, and regretting that I couldn’t go back , I hated why I didn’t cherish it at the time; I always resisted opening the document because of dissatisfaction with a word or a sentence, or overturned the entire article, or left an unfinished blank...

When all the uneasiness, unhappiness, and unhappiness finally turned into the content that will be presented to you, I have new anxiety and worry in my heart.

Could it be that because of my emotions, I let you see that I am such a person, contrary to your expectations, and what I get in the end is only the backs of you turning away...

I asked a lot of people on the way.

Are you happy?
When was your most touching moment?
A lot of people just smiled miserably at me and then went on silent.I don't have any very touching moments, or people I really want to thank.

When the fetters between people have faded to the point where they can no longer be remembered, it is probably the saddest moment for human beings!

How about you, after reading this book and chatting with me, are you happy?What is the most touching moment?
When I went to see the cherry blossoms, it was a sunny day.The wind blows gently, and the cherry blossoms are falling at a speed of five centimeters per second.I still remember the look on her face when she told me about the movie, and she said she liked the richness of Assam milk tea.But we will never have another chance. We will wait until Makoto Shinkai’s movie is released in China, and then we will watch the movie and drink milk tea together.

Received postcards across the ocean, mixed with a pile of letters from readers, I feel inexplicably at ease.I said it a long time ago, maybe in the future we won't be able to listen to each other's troubles at the first time, but we will always be by our side and care about each other.The waiting mood was wasted, and in exchange for the sentence "Today's hot summer, I hope you are well."In the cool morning light, I threw the reply letter into the green mailbox, full of joy.

When I received the phrase "I am in Lhasa", I suddenly felt a little sad for some reason.

Sad for the past that I couldn't realize, but was ruthlessly abandoned by me...

I used to think that I was still young and couldn't do many things, and that I just had to work hard to grow up.But when I grow up, there are still so many things I can't do.

What can be done, and what you want to do, always exist in a situation that is not directly proportional.

A slightly painful experience.

When I was suddenly reminded that I could publish a book, I still couldn't help but panic.On the plot of the story, on the writing techniques are extremely immature.However, this is the most perfect story that I can write now.People, big and small, and bits and pieces of touch are all my gentle responses to this world.

I don't know if I will have the opportunity to write another book in the future, so I will stop here for the time being.If you have other ideas, we will meet again in the next book, the next book.Thank you for reading this book, thank you for tolerating me like this!
(End of this chapter)