My Sister is Fuji

With a familiar voice, Su Mu stood behind the black-haired Su Mu.

Su Mu put the paper boat he folded into the stream: "Guess what I wish for you."

"It's the notebook at the end of Xia." The black-haired Su Mu turned to look at Su Mu, "This paper boat was folded with the notebook of the end of Xia. The notebook of the end of Xia can make people forget their memories. You use the notebook to let other people Forgot me, regained the ability, thus cheating death and leading me out."

The black-haired Su Mu looked at the stream, reflecting her hollow body.

Su Mu said seriously: "You can also kill me, but you didn't do it. You have been angering me and killing everyone around me. You want me to kill you. What are you going to make me into!"

The black-haired Su Mu said with a miserable smile: "We all have trump cards, and we are all used to keeping one hand; we are all smart, but I have never been able to figure out what we have gained. We are like monsters, the mother is dead, the love is dead, we still What's left? Even myself will die."

Su Mu watched the black-haired Su Mu slowly disappear, and knelt on the ground in pain: "I've been spinning around, but what did I get?" Instead of the joy of victory, there was only sadness.

The little girl looked in Su Mu's direction.

Su Mu stood up strong enduring the grief, came to the little girl, and took off the gauze for her.

The girl slowly opened her eyes and regained the light.Excited, she noticed Su Mu who always closed her eyes.

Su Mu gave her his eyes.

The girl said incredulously: "You...why..."

"I've seen the light, I don't need it anymore." Su Mu said with a sad smile.

The girl pinched the paper boat: "Want to put the paper boat?"

"I've let it go."

"So I said, why don't you put the paper boat with me." The girl looked at Su Mu.

Su Mu was startled, and held the paper boat with the girl into the stream.

The girl looked up to the sky and thought, "Dad."

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The whole book is finished.

Closing remarks: People have always been spinning in place, drawing the ground into a prison, but even if they just take a step, they are still dazzling growth.

Closing remarks

Sister Jiang finally ended, and the whole person was moved to cry.

Although it is very short, six 10,000+ words, but I think it is very long, and I should even cut some, because I think the first volume has too many useless side lines.

The ending may be a little abrupt, but it makes sense.If you have any questions about the ending or something you don't understand, you can ask it here.

Because of the completeness of the article, there are some things that I can't write.

Maybe everyone thinks that some holes are not filled, but I am really sorry.

I am sorry.

If there are enough questions, I will answer them in a separate chapter.

Sister Jiang, this book seems to have been written for eight months?Can't remember the time.

I feel like I write very poorly, even if I take it seriously.

This book was prepared to write strange stories at the beginning, and did not intend to write plots and main lines.

Ten chapters ago, readers thought my writing was poor, and I had been practicing my writing.

After the writing is better, readers feel that there is no plot.

I was miserable and I wanted to work hard, so I read a lot of screenwriting books.

I'm an idiot. Before Xiaohui died, I slowly conceived the following plot.

After Xiaohui's death, this book looks like two books, and there is no way out.

I understand my shortcomings.

I'm good at writing people, good at plot and contrast, but I'm weak in setting and worldview.

I have been deliberately avoiding these worldviews, which may be related to my own experience. I am not good at them, so in the next book, I will carefully build these.

It may also be because I read too many screenwriting books that I feel like writing a movie script.

I also love movies very much, as much as I do my own writing, and I like to skip over the fast-paced, useless things later.

But after all, movies are movies, and novels are novels. I will learn this lesson and write more clearly in the future.

Plus I really liked the characters and made a table for each of them.

Watching everyone grow and take a step, I am moved by them, they seem like real people.

Before writing each chapter, I wrote a draft, and before I knew it, it had become a hill.

I'm terrible at writing, and I'm a terrible writer.

I'm terrified that readers won't like what I write.

I'm not afraid of criticism, and I love compliments.

My original intention in writing novels was to gain recognition.