Please recommend a website with many readers' comments at the back of each chapter, where you can read the notes of grave robbery.

Postscript: Ladies and gentlemen, I finally finished it. It's hard for me to describe my mood at this moment. Not good, not bad, not calm, not excited. It's really hard to describe. In fact, I've been thinking for a long time. If I get to this moment, what will my mood be like? I thought about all the possibilities, but I didn't expect this-I can't even express the most basic words well. I think it may be because I think too much about this moment, and my fantasy has surpassed my real feeling. However, when I opened the curtains and looked at the gloomy sky in Beijing, I still felt that something had changed. This is a five-year gathering. It takes five years to write nine novels and complete such a huge and complicated story. It's really a bit too difficult for an amateur author. By the time I finished writing, I didn't know whether the story was good or not. I just want a few characters in it to actually finish the journey they should take. Actually, this is beyond my control. The biggest dilemma I finally faced was that the protagonist was tired of life, and I had to find bait in this story to keep him going. Just a few minutes ago, I let them go. It was peaceful. By the time I finished my fourth book, I had decided to write a long postscript. In the postscript, I wrote the whole process of "Grave Robbery Notes" and wrote many doubts and thoughts in my heart. While many memories have not faded, while all the characters are still alive in my heart, I must start writing at once. Let's start with some routine things. About the origin: to be honest, I really couldn't remember the original intention of writing this novel at that time. But I know that it must not be that noble and great idea. I've never been the kind of person who has writing ideals. I never want to tell others what kind of home I am. What I have been pursuing since I was a child is, to put it bluntly, a sense of identity, and telling stories is exactly the way for me to gain a sense of identity more easily. So, although I can't remember clearly, I can almost say that when I put pen to paper to write the first 3000 words, it should only be to win some applause. This is a very low-level pursuit. A long time ago, I was ashamed to say it because it was too secular. Although I knew that even if I was not a great man, he would do something for the happiness of many people, I became nervous because I didn't have their noble slogan, and I felt that my motives were impure. Grave robbing notes originated from a folk story, which was told to me by my grandmother. I was deeply impressed by this story when I was a child. The story is about a landlord who bought an empty house and wanted to plant some flowers in the backyard of the house. As a result, he found that no matter what he planted, he couldn't live, so he asked the feng shui master. The feng shui master said that there seemed to be a problem under the yard, so the landlord hired a long-term worker to start digging the yard. When he dug halfway, he began to see blood, and he didn't know whether it was real blood or red mud. Finally, under the ground of the yard, a carved coffin was dug up, and I don't know whose it was. They put the coffin in the ancestral hall, and the village has been restless ever since. Not only the things in the field are dead, but even the people in the landlord's house are dying. All kinds of strange things have happened in the neighboring houses, so we have to keep looking for Feng Shui masters. After seeing it, the Feng Shui master asked them to continue digging in the yard, digging down dozens of meters and digging out a smaller coffin. It turns out that this is a burial grave, and the husband and wife are very loving, but because the wife's coffin has sunk badly, the two coffins are getting farther and farther away from the bottom, and the resentment is heavier. The village head found another geomantic treasure, laid a slate in the ground, put down the two coffins and buried them together again, and everything was calm. I used the elements in this story to write the first chapter of Tomb Raider Notes. I remember that the first chapter of the story has more than three thousand words. I only wrote it for less than half an hour without any changes. I stick it where everyone can see it, then wrap my head with a collar and hide my ears, hoping to hear some cheers and satisfy my vanity. This is five years. In these five years, I have experienced changes that I couldn't imagine before. Looking back at the pursuit that I thought was low before, I find that it has become the noblest slogan at present. Stephen once said in the preface to The Tower of Darkness: I made a lot of money writing this book, but the initial happiness of writing this book had nothing to do with money. Five years later, I have become a so-called best-selling author, but fortunately, I am happiest when I hear some cheers in that obscure place on the Internet, and I look forward to that time even more when I finish writing. About this novel: Actually, what I want to say is that when I wrote the second one, I had a strong feeling that it was no longer a novel. I always feel that there is a world formed elsewhere. Because I hit the keyboard, the world grew up and developed, and the characters in it began to have their own souls. When I was thirteen, I read the biography of Dumas, which said "All the characters are alive". At that time, when Dumas was writing the third part of three musketeers, one of the characters died. He cried and wrote, making the manuscript paper wet. It was very strange at that time. What kind of state can make the author write about the death of his characters in this way? I tried all kinds of imaginations, but to no avail, until I started writing this novel myself, and I began to consciously endow the characters with different personalities and different life experiences. Slowly, I found that the plot of the story began to change something I couldn't predict myself. Soon, I can't control what this person should say and do. I found a very interesting phenomenon. Just set a scene, such as heavy rain, and put these characters in this scene, and they will take their places and do what they should do. I can't change the position of any two of them, because there will be irreconcilable sense of disobedience. Even if I forcibly switch the behavior of two of the characters, I will go to a tea party in the future. Who speaks first, who speaks later, who enlivens the atmosphere and who wanders in the sky, everything has been decided. I don't have to think about anything, just look at them and I can know the direction of the story. They really lived. In the long process of writing, I changed from an author to a bystander. I observe everyone's actions from God's point of view. Slowly, I can even see the origin of many slight emotions and behaviors, which is an experience of their childhood. For example, I can really see all his past, his pain, his vicissitudes, and everything about him through the fat man's shaking his ashes. A flower in a world, a tree in a Tathagata. I can turn a scene upside down, repeat it, observe it from any angle, and even see the psychological activities of all the people on the scene. The emotions of several people pass through my heart at the same time. I don't think many people can feel this feeling of quickness. I seem to be in the box of Crescent Hotel when I am writing the paragraph "Making a scene in Heaven". I seem to be able to walk from upstairs to downstairs and watch the people around me make a mess. In the flying debris and the fighting crowd, I stop everything at any time, reverse a time at any time, stick to the hearts of the characters at any time and experience all the emotional changes in their hearts. I can push everything in front of me at a slow speed of one second, and then squat on the ground and watch the expression of the characters change slowly. The whole world in this book is real to me. Every detail of him is true and cannot be changed. What I have built is as solid as reality. Although I am the creator of this novel, when everything is on the right track, I began to pay great respect to the world of this novel. The story about the novel: The earliest thing happened in Daziling, Changsha. In the early days of the founding of New China, several grave robbers stole the most important object in this book-the silk book of the Warring States Period. This is the story of Grandpa Wu Xie's last generation, that is, Uncle Dog's boyhood. At that time, there was no ranking in the Jianghu. There are nine famous people-four dried oranges, five dogs, six black-backed people, and so on. The last one is Xie Lianhuan's father Xie. There are so-called ten masters and eleven masters behind, and the scope of recognition is very small. They were sealed by themselves or their own people, and others didn't know about it outside. Some people say that Chen Pi 'a Si is over 90 now and over 40 50 years ago, but he is still not old enough. If he 17 years old, it will take ten years to be young and famous, and then he will be 27 years old. How can he rank behind Chen Pi 'a Si, who is nearly 50 years old, and become Dog Five? In this way, Xie is still wearing open-backed pants. This doesn't make sense. Anyone with a little common sense knows that the ranking in rivers and lakes is not age, but qualifications and qualifications, which are given by others. Stuffy oil bottle: This is a powerful person like Buddha. With him in space, I can always write easily, because as long as he is around, I can block all disasters and pains for you. He has no words, will not be happy, will not be sad, he always stands there silently like a porcelain doll, looking at everything faintly. But, you know, he cares about you. No one can bring you so much security like him. However, I don't know why, when I write about this man's actions, my heart is always full of deep sadness. As he himself said, he is a man with no past and no future, and his only connection with the world seems to be of little value. He doesn't know where he came from or where he is going. He only knows that there is one thing he must do in this world. "Can you imagine? One day, when you wake up from the cave, when you don't know anything and look around in doubt, you already have a responsibility that you must shoulder. You have no right to see the scenery along the way, and you can't enjoy your friends and lovers. All the good things in your life are meaningless to you at the moment when you are conscious. " This is Zhang Qiling's way of silently accepting his fate. What hurts me the most is that he just takes it lightly, as if it were all taken for granted, as if it were just an insignificant thing. When you ask him, he will only silently shake his head and say, "Never mind." This is the man I wrote about. He bears the most painful fate in the world, even a thousand times more painful than death, but he is neither angry nor sad, nor escapes nor suffers. There he is. Tell everyone he protects that it's okay. At last, I put him to sleep again, and it was ten years before I had a chance to wake him up again. This may not be a happy ending, not for everyone. But I really can't think of a better ending for him. Fat man: A fat man is a person who is crude and refined. On the whole, I think he is a good man. Even in many ways, he is more detailed than Wu Xie. Fat people always give people a feeling of talking and laughing, and they are always in trouble. He has his own bad habits, but I still think he is the most normal person among the three. In other words, if you choose a man to be your husband, only that fat man can do it. If Wu Xie is the kind of person who escapes from pain, Xiao Ge is the kind of person who ignores it, and Fat Man is the only one who can solve it. Among these people, there is no doubt that fat people suffer the most. The so-called bear, refers to the fat man he can feel the pain of being hurt, rather than endless pain like this little brother, he just nodded. A person who can understand pain, endure so much pain, resolve them one by one, and truly feel happy from the heart can almost be called a Buddha. Yes, the fat man is a Buddha who sees through everything to some extent. There is something in his faint smile. He patted the innocent shoulder and said "innocent". He has seen Wu Xie fully. He can nod his head and outflank any danger tacitly, which shows that he fully understands the inner blank of his little brother. However, in the end, the fat man finally couldn't bear it. After Yun's death, can his strong heart still resolve that strong grief? He found that his heart was unwilling to dissolve, and he didn't want this pain to be as empty as his previous pain. The fat man chose to let this pain accompany him forever. I wrote that the fat man cried and said to Wu, "I really like it." I have never made a joke. " My tears can't stop flowing downwards. I regret not writing more space for him and Yun before, so that he and Yun can have memories. For the fat man, his love is simple. I like it if I like it. There are not so many reasons, and there is no need to get along so much. Wu Xie: Wu Xie is a hard person to describe. If I have to say it, I want to say: in fact, he is an ordinary person. But this does not mean that he is not great, just because he is an ordinary person, what he has experienced is so admirable. I think many friends will hate his weakness and indecision when they see him. However, as the story goes on step by step, more and more people like him. He is a weak boy like water, but please don't forget that in the severe winter, the most shapeless water will turn into solid ice. Wu Xie is such a person. He is very simple. A little clever; He is weak and cherishes life; He is very sensitive and afraid of hurting people around him. He is the last person in all the teams to experience danger. However, I made him the protagonist of this story and experienced the most terrible journey, which may be the most special place of this story. When everyone can retire, it is precisely he who can't; When everyone can escape, he can't. I really want to say sorry to him for pushing this ordinary person into such a complicated puzzle. I watched him struggle and worry in it. At that time, I can deeply feel his inner despair of everything. I really wanted to know what an ordinary person like him would do in the face of such complicated despair. I didn't expect him to survive. In the discovery of the story, everyone saw how an ordinary person struggled to become the person he didn't want to be. What everyone likes is that he has kept his conscience in all places that can be a turning point in his life. Even if he finally wears a vicious mask, his heart is still Wu Xie. He can have many trivial villains and evil deeds, and he can also have many trivial moral problems. But when he is faced with the biggest choice, he will always be the Wu Xie who wants everyone to be well. "I hope that along the way, everyone can live well and everyone can see their own ending. We may not live long, please let us live the life we should enjoy. " Pan Zi was lying in a dark cave, and when he was dying, Wu Xie prayed to heaven. He blames himself for all the responsibilities, and he can't face the significance of his journey. This is Wu Xie, the "useless" and the most useless leader in the iron triangle forever. He needs protection and help from others. He has endless curiosity and desire, but as long as a person is hurt, everything about himself is not important. He is an ordinary person, no matter how much he hates you, he wants you to live. Because he doesn't know how to kill or the wealth beyond life, he only knows the value of the word "alive". Iron triangle: I don't know what feelings they have. Are they friends? I think they have gone beyond the relationship of friends. They have their own purposes, but in the end they all gave up their own purposes; Is it a relative? I don't think so. They are distant from each other and suspicious of each other. However, this alienation is a touching protection. Everything seems to be out of the most basic feeling: I hope you can be safe when you study Essaofa, whether it is Wu Xie's long-distance pursuit to persuade stuffy oil bottle, or the fat man has no money to help Wu Xie out of danger, or stuffy oil bottle saves them again and again and puts himself in danger. "This is my friend. Please go away and tell your boss that if my friend gets hurt, I will kill him. Even if he goes to the ends of the earth, I can find him. Anyway, I have plenty of time. " Stuffy oil bottle lightly say this sentence, behind is at a loss of fat and Wu Xie. "This is my friend, that is, he will destroy all my industries in the future, and I will not frown. This is the property of my Wu family. Who will defeat it? I didn't come here today to ask you to agree to it, but to let you know. Who dares to say another nonsense to Zhang Ye? This is the case! " Wu Xie punched through the table with his imperfect fist. At that moment, his anger did not make him feel the severe pain when his phalanx was broken. "Fat ye I will stay here. Only two people can get me out of here. One is your innocence, and the other is your little brother. You must live well and don't have anything to disturb fat grandpa. You know fat grandpa is old. Of course, it is a beautiful thing that we mutually assured destruction in the battle. If one day, you really feel that there is a place you must go and it is full of luck, you must call me and don't let the fat man have any regrets in this life. " This is the iron triangle. -Uncle Nanpai