Fantasy Clock～Dream Ruler～

apology letter

This is a vast world.

Countless people who walked ahead have tasted the bitter fruit of setbacks, but we still have higher hearts than the sky.

Going forward one after another, standing on the stage of the future.

What I look forward to is dreams and fame, and what I imagine is poetry and ideals.

me too. I thought that I could always find my own world somewhere at some time.

So, I rushed here with luck and unrealistic dreams.

Since July last year, "Fantasy Clock" has been serialized to more than one million words. I think, even I can't think that I will stick to one thing for so long, even

Even now I don't want to give up.

Although the results achieved so far are in vain. I still think that this mediocrity may be a sign that I can continue on this road.

The future cannot be reached in a flash, otherwise the past full of traces of struggle would be meaningless.

I think so.

It's just that our longing and imagination may not find a home in reality.

Early July last year. A friend bought a Kongming lantern, intending to write everyone's wishes on it, and let it carry our dreams to the starry sky at night.

I looked at the students lying on the bed, splashing ink one after another. Some frowned, some smiled in relief, and some even had red eyes and were about to cry. Being teased by friends was not the time to say goodbye, so I wrote down their hopes for the future.

When it was my turn, I hesitated for a long time, and finally wrote five words on the Kongming lantern with a marker pen.

"May it be on the right track."

It was not long after that that I wrote this novel.

However, can I be called a person who is on the right track now?

Have I achieved something worthy of pride?

Have I found the direction to work hard? Do I no longer have to worry about my future ambitions?

"A 17-year-old who is slightly sick, paints and draws with dried ink and paintbrushes."

yes. I just painted on the blueprint called the future, but I didn't think carefully about what kind of picture I wanted to paint.

I thought I could do both.

I thought that as long as the fish and bear's paws are properly balanced, you can have both. So as a student who has already entered high school, I did not hesitate to write novels last year.

Until recently, I was still complacent about being able to hold two bowls of water.

But so what?

Can I take my current achievements as an honor?

Can I guarantee that after more than ten years, I will not regret or regret my choice today?

If I just paint aimlessly on paper like this, then of course I cannot guarantee that I will be able to draw a picture that satisfies me in the future.

As a result, I had to think about it.

Choice is always an eternal problem in this world.

No one can get around it, how can I be an exception?

The problem before me is to choose between writing and studies.

There is a saying in this world, which is called powerlessness, poetry and ideals will sometimes be blurred by reality.

When I really entered the third year of high school, I realized that as all the seniors who have experienced the third year of high school said, studies will drive away all other things that appear in my life, and then gradually occupy all my time. As the predecessors said, it is worth my effort.

Of course, I can also hold on to both sides as before and not let anyone go-if I just want to maintain the current mediocrity, be satisfied with the status quo of no merit and no fault, and don't care about the future, then of course I can continue.

But I don't want to. I know what I have to do. As a result, I found that I couldn't get around this multiple-choice question anyway.

As for which side to choose, I knew the answer from the beginning to the end.

Because I know that the college entrance examination is only this time; I know that I want to write better works, and I still lack some experience.

I know that if I resolutely choose full-time writing now, then I will undoubtedly ruin my own future.

In the end, the answer to this multiple-choice question has long been in front of my eyes, but the question itself has been ignored by me.

"A 17-year-old who is slightly sick, is also half asleep and half awake in a movie-like dream today."

Just like Su Ruoyang finally came to his senses and no longer blindly immersed in the dream, it is also time for me to temporarily put an end to this movie-like dream.

It is for this reason that I am writing this letter of apology today.

Starting next month, the serialization of the TE series of "Fantasy Clock" will be officially terminated.

sorry.

Readers who accompany me to grow and dream with me all the way.

sorry.

Give me guidance in writing, predecessors and authors who help me create my dreams.

sorry.

The painters who painted this world and painted my dreams for me.

sorry.

The editor who stretched out his hand when I was lost and took me to watch my dreams.

sorry.

The light library that provided me with a stage to build my dreams.

sorry.

I'm really, really sorry for making this decision on my own.

I don't want to deny my past at any time. I don't want my future self to completely deny the me of today. At the same time, I can't let the past I admit

binds the future. That's why I made this kind of temporary decision, and I firmly believe that this decision can really put me on the right track.

sorry. This time, I apologize again for my willful decision.

Beyond apologizing, though.

I always feel like there is something empty in my heart.

It always feels like something vital is missing.

Ah, yes.

It is indeed missing one important thing besides an apology.

In fact, what I want to write down is a promise to the future, right?

The road ahead is long, and the sky is full of poetry and ideals.

On my way, before the end of "Fantasy Clock", there are still 110,000 to 120,000 words to be finished.

It doesn't seem like much, but it's actually not much.

Why don't we make a deal?