Remembering Someone and Recording, Reminding Myself
This post was last updated 1 years 3 months ago
The article is primarily a personal memoir, but it includes specific historical dates and software versions that anchor the narrative to a distinct timeframe.
For now, let me talk about certain things. I don't want to say much about these matters, nor will I make any judgments—not about anyone's right or wrong, not about anyone's choices.
Whether it's the departure of someone who was half a guide, or the inexplicable emo feelings at night, or the sudden emotional outburst accumulated near final exams, or perhaps the frustration of discovering another year has passed by without accomplishment.
In any case, my mood isn't quite... should I say regretful, or should I say sad?
Thinking about these things now still makes my eyes slightly moist and my nose a bit sour.
After careful thought, I should explain it this way—from my personal perspective, sharing some of my story...
People like grains of sand play their measures, fate like returning layers drifts and floats
As follows:
No matter which path lies ahead, it all cycles backH1#
As stated in About Me: "Started dabbling in internet development not long after getting into it," but the actual situation was just registering a domain name and using Discuz! X3.4 to build a forum that belonged only to me. I can't remember most of what happened back then; I only know that it was much later before I gradually learned to build my own blog and deploy SSL certificates.
On August 2, 2020, the famous large-scale takedown event of QBot frameworks led by Chenfeng caused widespread panic, and I was one of the victims at the time, also affected by it.

On August 24 of the same year, with the help of Duitang, we finally found the framework I used for quite a long time—Xiaolizi. But in reality, all I did was simply integrate plugins published in the community and adjust their related configurations.
As for when I started getting into desktop development, or rather QBot plugin development, it was actually because I encountered some things. At that time, a dialogue novel I was reading on SF called "Rhodes Island Medical Chronicles" was discontinued. The specific reason is shown in the image below:

I wasn't in the group, or perhaps I wasn't paying attention to these things at the time. After following the story for quite a long time, when I clicked on the work again, all I saw was a completed work and this one comment. These events planted an idea in my mind: If I had been in the group at that time, what could I have done?
If I had a way to record all the messages in the group chat, would there have been room for redemption?
So I conceived an idea of wanting to spy on group members, recording what they said, and trying to salvage things in my own way after something irreversible happened. Already quite heavy thoughts, weren't they But what if someone stops sharing their feelings online? What if real-life pressure eventually exceeds the comfort of the internet? What if someone buries all their emotions deep inside, making even breathing feel heavy—what then? I didn't consider these questions at that time
But for me back then, what use was it to only integrate robot plugins published on forums? Without similar plugins, I couldn't achieve such capabilities Of course, now I can completely do it, and do it quite sophisticatedly

So at that time, an idea sprouted in me: What if I could find someone, find someone who could develop Xiaolizi framework plugins, find someone who knew Easy Language, find someone who would help me write this plugin, or at the very least find someone who could guide me to complete all this myself—then I had a quite suitable candidate in mind: that would be Duitang, who recommended this framework to me. She had written plugins for CQ when it was still alive.
Even if yesterday's memories have been awakened
I still find it hard to sleep, unable to forget
The words that were born, the words that were felt
Must be conveyed
Therefore
Even if I'm still hesitant now, I can rely on this longing
To set out toward today
Right!