Ark, they don't revolve around you

Unfortunately it was rejected.

Unfortunately, the letter was not delivered to the palace, but to a doctor who did not want to reveal his name and just wanted to wrap himself in a black coat.

After reading it, he smiled and handed it to His Majesty, who was wise, knowledgeable and protected all living beings. However, Sui did not even look at it and burned it completely.

"Is there no Mid-Autumn Festival banquet for me?!"

After hearing this, Nian sneered and said that it would be better if she didn't come. If she came, the atmosphere would become even more weird.

The retro courtyard is filled with curling smoke and a peaceful atmosphere.

In the corner, the eldest and second brothers looked up at the moon and chatted with each other. They had just had a fight before, but it seemed like a bubble.

I swung the pot and the ladle, and the fragrant aroma flowed with it, whetting my appetite.

The sunset is painting with the brush, while the year is chattering on the side.

Ling realized that she was the last one to arrive, and she only brought a pot of wine with her.

She originally guessed that the person might come, but there was no sign of him.

Are you disappointed... Ling asked herself, she thought she was a little disappointed, but that was normal.

Soon, the food was served. Nian and Xi were still fighting over the taste. For a while, Mo Liang jumped around. Nian sneered, and cold light flashed in all directions.

The next second, Zhong Yue seemed to be unable to bear it any longer and shouted angrily. The two guys had no choice but to sit in their seats with hatred.

Since they were born so close to each other, they can only sit together. There is nothing they can do about it.

Only Ling noticed that Nian and Xi both intentionally avoided a name, so that at least superficial harmony could be maintained at the table.

At this time, she was in a trance, in a light sleep, her consciousness was vague.

In the dream, Ling seemed to come to a busy city and saw the man in the alley.

That was the Doctor, he had packed his luggage and was leaving after tonight.

Ling Rumeng woke up, and his heart began to pound.

Is he leaving? Tonight, so suddenly?

Ling stood up, extremely flustered, and rushed out of the door in a hurry without even having time to explain to his family.

As the person who interfered with their revival, Zhuang Ning was in a sense more like their master, and even the second brother could not resist him directly.

Authority was useless to that man, he could only rely on his own two feet. Fortunately, Ling knew the location of the busy city.

He is leaving, and I don’t know where he will go next, but at least I should go see him tonight!

The streets are full of people, and on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, many families are out traveling.

It makes one figure after another appear, like the tide of the sea.

However, when she arrived at the place she saw in her dream, the low-key figure holding the suitcase was no longer in the darkness under the eaves.

Ling lowered her face, her expression gradually disappeared, and she still didn't see the man. She laughed at herself and walked back with her head down.

At this time, the population gradually became sparse, and Ling unknowingly arrived at the foot of a restaurant.

The tavern was holding a poetry gathering. The capital was where talented people from all over the country gathered. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival, and if one of the poems was sung by people, it would surely become famous throughout the world in the future.

Ling felt sad. It was only a short month since the bloody battle, but the city seemed to have forgotten the fight.

She used to be interested in hearing the poetry coming from the building, but today she just felt tired.

Just at this moment, fireworks rose from the ground and exploded in the sky with a long flame tail.

All sounds were drowned out, leaving only the sound of fireworks rising from all directions.

——Looking back, she saw that person.

The light shone on that person's face. Zhuang Ning turned his eyes gently and saw Ling at the same time.

Both of them were stunned.

Ling confirmed repeatedly that it was indeed Zhuang Ning.

She wanted to run over, but lost her courage. The voice still lingered in her ears - I will never forgive you.

Is it really a good idea to find him now?

But I saw the man slowly stretch out his hand.

He unhooked his hood, revealing his scarred face.

He waved his hand gently, muttered something, then turned around, dragged his luggage, and walked out of the city alone.

Along the way, Zhuang Ning passed by countless young people with their families, and disappeared silently without saying a word, facing the group of laughing people.

Ling did not chase after him, but just repeated the man's words: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Doctor."

The fireworks were sparse, but noisy sounds could be heard coming from the restaurant.

Ling Xun looked in the direction of the voice and discovered that everyone was looking at a board with poems on it. There was a poem circulated by an anonymous person.

The east wind leaves thousands of trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain.

BMW engraved cars on the road. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and the fish and dragon danced overnight.

Everybody was silent. Even the talented scholar who had just been feeling proud of himself forgot what to say.

What a great word.

Only Ling laughed, and as he laughed, tears began to fall.

No one knew why she was laughing or crying, but when someone walked towards her, she had disappeared.

The golden strands of moth snow willow, the smile is full of fragrance.

The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and when I looked back, the man was there, where the lights were dim.

……

"I have done what a time traveler should do, right?"

After leaving the city, Zhuang Ning couldn't help but laugh softly. He had wanted to try plagiarism a long time ago, but he was too busy and had always put it aside.

Today I finally got what I wanted.

The aircraft slowly descended and he walked in, wondering what kind of sensation the word would cause.

Of course, any observant person would definitely notice something wrong. After all, this poem should have been written for the Lantern Festival, but he wrote it as Mid-Autumn Festival.

In fact, a song called "Water Melody" by Su Zi should be left behind at this time, which will surely shock people from ancient times to the present.

But, whatever.

Anyway, the plagiarist was just in a whim, so what? He didn't care.

As we boarded the aircraft, the sound of PRTs began to sound.

The projection of Precious immediately appeared, opened his arms, and quietly embraced Zhuang Ning.

The aircraft rose into the sky. Below was a silent night. Soft whispers rippled like a hot spring:

"You seem happier tonight?"

"Yes, it was a prank." Zhuang Ning blinked slightly.

"A prank?" Priss also smiled.

Her happiness was genuine. In the year since her awakening, the doctor's mental state had improved significantly.

Zhuang Ning was humming a song.

It is also a very old song. After all, it is about Mid-Autumn Festival. Thinking of Su Zi again, that poem is the only one in his mind.

"When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the sky.

I don’t know what year it is in the palace of heaven.”

As Zhuang Ning sang, his eyelids slowly closed, and he inadvertently ended his insomnia.

"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has never been the case in ancient times.

Nung, moon and new moon. "

Sleepiness came over him and the singing gradually became lower. When Precious looked at him again, Zhuang Ning had fallen asleep.

He lowered his head with a peaceful smile on his lips.

It seemed that in his sleep, his soul had returned to his hometown and reunited with his relatives and friends.

(Volume 2, Soul and Spirit Return to Hometown, End.)

Some thoughts at the end of the volume

At present, I have finally finished writing the volume about Yan.

The number of words in this volume of Yan is slightly more than I expected. I originally thought it would be 120,000 words, but I ended up writing 160,000 words.

As for this idea for the end of the volume, I should have written it in the previous volume, but I was lazy at the time and thought I would definitely do it next time, so I ended up putting it off until today...

After thinking about it, maybe today would be more suitable.

Generally speaking, there are definitely a lot of problems with the Yan Country chapter, including a large degree of ooc, a dragged out, watery plot, and even flaws in character motivations. These are all shortcomings in my ability.

Fortunately, it landed smoothly in the end. I am very grateful to the readers who have read this far.

To sum up, the real heroine of this article must be years old.

In fact, there should have been more written, such as why Si Suitai chose Sui in the end, how Sui interacted with the Shanhai people, and the changes in Sui's own personality.

But if I really write it out, it will probably be a bit long-winded. After all, this is not the focus of this volume.

I feel it's miserable just by looking at the settings, and I don't know how Hypergryph is going to write it. Anyway, I have already made a cut here, so let me get slapped in the face if I get slapped in the face.

Next, here are some of my personal thoughts, which may be controversial.

Ah, that doesn’t seem right. After all, this book was written because of controversy, and I know my own abilities.

In short, you can actually end it here, as the text that follows is meaningless.

Regarding the second game, apart from the gameplay and art, there is actually one thing that I have never understood.

In theory, both second-hand games and online literature should be market-oriented. Why do they go to such extremes in terms of plot?

To put it bluntly, online literature does have what some people call "group portraits", but in most cases, the protagonist is absolute. After all, the protagonist is the object that the reader empathizes with, and the so-called excitement revolves around the protagonist.

But in the second game, many protagonists are not of this type, a typical example is the Doctor.

It is human nature to love reading exciting novels, and fantasy is the hope that gives us humble people some comfort.

Give a player a role to play, but only let him act as a camera.

Even like Ark, he can't even be a camera in many activities. After all, he doesn't exist in the activities, and the most he can do is listen to the voice of the new operators.

For a while, I didn’t quite understand why.

If the purpose is to make money, wouldn't it be better to write more things that make the protagonist happier? Wouldn't that make players more likely to make money?

As for the depth you mentioned.

But who would play a second game just for the depth?

In other words, even if we pursue depth, depth and refreshing writing are not contradictory. Is The Count of Monte Cristo refreshing? Is it a classic?

Taking Ark as an example, write a paragraph according to the template of a cool article.

The doctor just woke up, and Amiya told him that she was the commander, they were in Chernobyl, a natural disaster was about to come, and they had to escape immediately.

Then Mephistopheles blocked them and sent his herds to entangle them.

If you gave me a keyboard, I would probably write:

Mephistopheles: a7, h6, b3, e5...

Mephistopheles: Come on, can you escape?

Reunion Soldier: ... (Acting silently and quickly)

Dupin: He sees his soldiers as chess pieces.

Options: Are you using them as pawns?