I Am Not A Savage

This time, I will not inquire about the results, but only about the true intentions of my heart. This time, I simply wish to write earnestly. This time, I write about hope, about the deepest dreams within my heart. I truly long to experience a genuine journey, to live authentically in a dream once.

I am ordinary and mediocre, yet my dreams are anything but mundane. Every night before I fall asleep, I enter the realm of my dreams, where I live bit by bit and walk inch by inch. Starting from scratch, I am creating a dream space that belongs to me and to everyone.

However, this space appears more real and more operable than any space in my previous novels

This was originally not the introduction to this book; the prepared introduction was much more impressive. I just don't know which late-night drunkard outside the study is singing "Muma City," nor how many wives he has run through, singing so heart-wrenchingly.

For some reason, this heartless, nearly fifty-year-old fat man found himself in tears, truly a sign that as one grows older, one becomes less accomplished

Then, the introduction has become like this; please bear with it. If the book is not good, feel free to criticize me in the review section. I still have that habit of being all ears.

Additionally, for those who enjoy youthful fervor, I kindly suggest you explore "Tang Brick," "The Wisdom of the Song Dynasty," "Silver Fox," "Han Township," and "Tomorrow of the Ming Dynasty." Each of these works has a minimum subscription of over 25,000 copies, ensuring their quality. This time, please allow me to traverse slowly, happily, and with a sense of sophistication.

Your old friend, Jie, sends his regards to you