into the sheath

First of all, I would like to say sorry to those who have been waiting for the serialization, this time it has been delayed for so long.

The next update time will be released this Friday night, around eight or nine o'clock.

If there is no accident, "Into the Sheath" will be updated every weekend in the future.

Excuse me.

Here are some explanations and nonsense about why it took so long this time, so you don't need to read it.

In fact, I originally planned to keep updating daily, with a frequency of about [-] per chapter until the end of the full text, but I didn't expect that Kawen would be so powerful this time.

When I write an article, I will habitually type a draft before writing each chapter, briefly list the content to be written next, and sort out my thoughts in disguise, and because it is for myself, so this I will write one, two, three, four, five drafts of this kind of "draft". From the very beginning, a very simple small stalk, a scene, or even a look at each other and a kiss between the protagonists I hope will slowly unfold, adding details, Cut out some meaningless paragraphs, and finally it becomes what you see published.I have self-knowledge. Compared with those very powerful wives, my writing is not exquisite or even beautiful, so I can only touch it over and over again, hoping that it can express what I think in my mind as much as possible. those contents.

Having said so much foreshadowing, I just want to say that I can't write the latest chapter. 166 I wrote it for three days, and the draft in my hand is no less than three editions. The differences between each edition are quite large, from the characters to the plot arrangement, I don’t know if it’s because my characterization has gone wrong many chapters ago Yes, when writing 166, I always feel that there is always one person between Tang Heng and Jiang Feng whose character is portrayed incorrectly (more often, there are deviations between both of them).This directly led to me still staying at the stage of drafting, and it was too late to proceed to the next step.

If you are interested in reading it, I will put a few versions that I have kept on file at the end of this chapter... Maybe I can get some suggestions or opinions from you.

In addition to Calvin, I also plan to revise the outline after that.The original plan was to divide "Into the Sheath" into two parts, and the upper and lower parts would be finished at about 20w each, but as I wrote it, I found that the number of words seemed to be getting more and more out of control, and I wanted to express and refine things become more and more. (I know, a large part of this is actually due to my immature writing, procrastinated rhythm + too many meaningless plot elements) When the latest chapter was published, my thought was that there were still about 10 characters in the upper part The left and right plots were written to the end, and then the lower part was speeded up to finish with 15w words. But recently, after going back and going through my own story in its entirety, I found that there is no need to say that the so-called clear boundaries of the plot are divided into upper and lower parts.In addition, there is indeed a deviation in the plot (I will not spoil it here, maybe I will share the original outline story with you when it is really over)

... All in all, in addition to scratching my head and rewriting the manuscript, I decided to revise the outline.

Give Yuyu who is willing to watch my nonsense come here more than a heart.That's about it.

I'll be back with a big batch of saved manuscripts on Friday night, wait for me! ! !

Here's my rough draft -

**Extremely brief only the original version of the dialogue:**

> A little humming.

> Jiang Feng was silent with him.

> After a long time, Tang Heng finally spoke.

> "Jiang Feng." Tang Heng's voice was very weak.

> "...I'm here." After finishing speaking, Jiang Feng realized that his voice was hoarse.

> Tang Heng laughed, his breath was suddenly interrupted again, and he took it after a while.

> "What does the chief sentinel look like now?"

> Jiang Feng picked a part and told him.

> Tang Heng asked again: "Will the life in the military be very hard?"

> "It's okay."

> "Is the food in the canteen really bad?"

> "I can take you next time if you want."

> "What are you doing?"

> "On the way to find you."

>Find Tang Heng, hold him in his arms, and stretch out his mental tentacles, propping up an information barrier like a pile of eggs.

>…

> Exhausted, Sentinel falls asleep.

> Jiang Feng sat by the bed, looking at Tang Heng's sleeping face, only to realize that his clothes were wet with cold sweat.

> He turned his head and met the eyes of Abu who was standing beside him, and suddenly felt a kind of panic that could not be hidden by those sharp eagle eyes like amber.

**The hypocritical version after refinement:**

> Jiang Feng picked up the call.

> No one spoke at the other end of the communication, only rustling sounds intermittently, very light, like the movement of clothes rubbing, or breathing carefully by the microphone.

>Whether it is the environment I am in or the world opposite the receiver, it is too quiet.

>So, in the silence that lasted for a long time, Jiang Feng had an illusion in a trance, which made him almost able to convince himself: this communication was just a simple accident, but because the person was in Touched the screen while sleeping...

> But Jiang Feng has no way to deceive himself.

>Like a balance beam standing on the tip of a needle, the balance is precariously maintained.

> "Tang Heng." Jiang Feng didn't say anything else, just asked; "Are you still awake?"

> If the sentinel's consciousness is not yet chaotic at this moment, then he must be able to easily hear the trembling in the pronunciation of this sentence.

> No response.

> Jiang Feng lowered his voice.

> "Tang Heng, can you hear me?"

> "If you can hear me, answer me..."

> After a long time, Jiang Feng heard a very small response, so small that Jiang Feng didn't even distinguish the words of that sound, but it was enough to get this sound.

>It is like the first whimper of a wounded little beast when it finds its own kind, revealing its complete fragility and unwillingness to show its helplessness in a predicament.

> Jiang Feng's belly draft that had been prepared for a long time disappeared at this moment.

> He opened his mouth, but the dumb voice turned into himself.

> During the communication, the sentry who had a temporary connection with him repeated what he had said.

> He was asking: Jiang Feng, where are you?

> Jiang closed his eyes, suppressing the sudden surge of emotion.

> And the sentinel seemed worried that his long silence would make the other party disappear, so he raised his voice a little, and said anxiously and timidly: "Where are you? I'll go find you, okay?"

**Xiao Tang pretends to be strong and does not cry version:**

> Jiang Feng picked up the call.

> No one spoke at the other end of the communication, only rustling sounds intermittently, very light, like the movement of clothes rubbing, or breathing carefully by the microphone.

>Whether it is the environment I am in or the world opposite the receiver, it is too quiet.

>So, in the silence that lasted for a long time, Jiang Feng had an illusion in a trance, which made him almost able to convince himself: this communication was just a simple accident, but because the person was in Touched the screen while sleeping...

> But Jiang Feng has no way to deceive himself.

>Like a balance beam standing on the tip of a needle, the balance is precariously maintained.

> "Tang Heng." Jiang Feng didn't say anything else, just asked; "Are you still awake?"

> If the sentinel's consciousness is not yet chaotic at this moment, then he must be able to easily hear the trembling in the pronunciation of this sentence.

> No response.

> Jiang Feng lowered his voice.

> "Tang Heng, can you hear me?"

> "If you can hear me, answer me..."

> "Audible."

> After a long time, Jiang Feng heard the echo.Tang Heng laughed at the other end, it seemed that he was far away from the receiver, and his voice was still hoarse.

> "I just miss you, come in the middle of the night, come to check the post, and see what you are doing?"

> Tang Heng's words were frivolous, but Jiang Feng still felt something was wrong.

> "Hey, why don't you talk?"

> Jiang Feng didn't know what to say.

> "...um." Jiang Feng responded, "I don't know what to say."

> "Shall I teach you?"

> "OK."

> "Forget it, let's not talk about it. Your experience is much richer than mine, and you don't need me to teach you."

> "Jiang Feng, then you can teach me instead."

> "Teach me, how can I make you fall in love with me?"

> Jiang Feng was speechless.

> Tang Heng seemed to know the embarrassment that this sentence would cause, and he didn't pause for a long time before pulling away the words again.

>He asked again: "Do you know the current Chief Sentinel? What kind of person is he?"

> "Is the food in the canteen really bad?"

> "Which part of the oval cabin did you design?"

> He asked a lot intermittently, and Jiang Feng replied sentence by sentence. Occasionally, the terminal suddenly turned silent. After a few minutes, or even counting 10 minutes, the familiar voice would appear in the ear again with laughter.

Death