Five stories about death and five different lives form the skeleton of the second volume "Resurrection".

This is the first time in his artistic career that Fanning explores death, and he will do so again later, more prominently in the Fifth, Sixth and Ninth Symphonies, but strictly speaking, in every symphony

All have his thoughts on life and death.

The halo of the protagonist in the online article will definitely make his life experience after the magic transformation much more enjoyable, but in fact, Mahler is a complete pessimist at heart. The proposition and shadow of death have troubled him throughout his life. He at least

He witnessed five brothers and sisters die in childhood, he lost his parents in his thirties, his daughter passed away after marriage, his wife cheated on him, and the stigma of being a Jew caused him to live in a life of ostracism.

"I am a stateless person in three senses: in Austria, I am a Bohemian; in the eyes of the Germans, I am an Austrian; in the eyes of the whole world, I am a Jew. I am regarded as an intruder everywhere.

, not welcome anywhere.”

Don’t worry, the protagonist of the online novel cannot be so miserable. This is essentially a good novel. You will know it by looking at what I have done with the magic.

However, Fan Ning will always have a wandering experience, with a sense of passerby and loneliness, and this will be affected by my own emotions as a creator.

In fact, after the chapter "Happiness without Regrets" in the second volume, everyone should have felt this emotion more or less in Fan Ning.

The summary of this volume is indeed a bit long, stretching out to four to five thousand words, probably due to the length of "Resurrection".

Seeing that I know (xia) Zhen(ji)(ji)(ba)(che) and have so many relationships, I am asking for a relatively long leave. I guess you guys have already seen my mood and state. I have perfect attendance this month.

I won’t take it anymore, I’ll just take a week off. In fact, if it hadn’t been near the end, I would have stopped updating for more than a week after I got pregnant. It was really uncomfortable.

But I have to thank some people.

Shoumeng was moved and smiled;

There is no good name for the alliance leader;

The leader of the alliance is the great divination pot;

The silly group of friends in the "Old Symphony Orchestra" book club;

I will follow the dozen or so book friends who posted comments along the way. Your IDs are all very familiar to me. I will check it myself with the reader a few hours after each update. I am very happy when I see so many comments;

There are also many book friends who are silently diving. Although I don’t know your IDs, it’s been a hard work chasing you all the way.

You should know that there is a common saying that "if a new author does not have good data, he should at least write about 1 million words and then speed up the completion and tell everyone the ending. This is how to build character." In other words, this is

As a matter of fact, readers have already defaulted to not counting it as a book. In fact, at that time, there were very few newcomer fantasy works that were still being written at the same time as me.

But now I have not only written 118W, but I also have the motivation to continue writing the next volume or even the next volume.

Without your support, especially the support from the bosses who are already half of the Silver Alliance, it would be really difficult for me to finish this volume.

I don’t know how long I can keep going, but every next chapter will be written.

It’s really shameless to ask for votes, but I have book friends who like to read music articles who can help me recommend it.

The plot of the third volume is not very detailed in my mind yet. The outline has an ending, a tone, a few foreshadowing intersections, some music I want to write, and a few characters I want to write. However, Fan Ning

I can already give a preview of what the painting style will be in this volume:

In the hot southern continent, a wandering troubadour, with long messy hair and shabby clothes, holding a guitar, sings melancholy ballads and love poems, or plays a guitar at a decadent station dock.

The old and disrepaired piano passed through the wilderness, through the coast, and through the small town. In this way, I experienced some people and things, experienced different customs and customs, and secretly investigated various clues and doubts along the way.

Or maybe you asked for a corner seat and went to a concert, only to find that the orchestra was playing your own symphony ()

Sorting out the plot, see you on January 18th.

Oh, and the volume name.
Chapter completed!