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025 Ward Chat

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    At first, I watched military programs like "Hundred Battle Classics", which I liked.  After such programs ended, the middle-aged man would stay on the drama channel.  Probably because of the generation gap, I can't arouse any interest in such programs.  So pull out your phone and read a digital novel.

    I don't know if it was because I felt bored, or because I was afraid of disturbing other people. After watching it for a while, the middle-aged man turned off the TV and sat aside to read the newspaper.  Immediately, the entire ward fell into an unprecedented silence.  The silence did not inspire the same fear in me as the wait outside the operating room.  I just looked up and looked around.  It turned out that the young man on the bed in the south seemed to be reading novels as well.

    "Read novels?" My question broke the silence of the ward.

    "Yeah." The young man replied while looking at it.

    "What type?" I then asked.

    "Fantasy novel." Maybe he was immersed in the moving plot of the novel, the young man's answer was very concise.

    "Oh, I also wrote a fantasy novel." When you are bored, people may talk more.

    "Hmm." The young man just responded copiously.  But, he reacted immediately.  "What? You just said that you also wrote a fantasy novel?" The young man's words were full of surprise.

    "Yes!" It was me who spoke concisely this time.

    "You, are you a writer?" After getting my affirmative answer, the young man threw his phone aside and put on a look of interest.

    "I can't talk about being a writer!" I dare not put gold on my face, "I just write and write casually when I am free and bored."

    Regarding the question of whether I am a writer or not, the young man obviously does not want to entangle too much.  "Then what fantasy novels have you written?" The young man's eyes were full of hope.

    I know that the answer he most wants to hear is the best-selling novel that is currently popular on the Internet.  In this way, he can be regarded as having an intersection with a celebrity.  It's just, unfortunately, I'm not an Internet celebrity or celebrity, and my writing has only just started.  My visibility is next to zero.  Although I knew he would be disappointed, I answered truthfully.  ""Returning Souls to Save the World", my debut novel, is currently only available on Baidu, and is not well-known."

    As expected, the young man showed disappointment, but soon became interested again. He grabbed the mobile phone beside him, fiddled with it a few times, and asked, "Just now, what did you say your novel was called?"

    ""Returning Souls and Saving the World"." I replied weakly.  God!  Don't look down on me like that!  I just said (name of the novel), but I forgot it immediately.  At this moment, the depression in my heart can be imagined.

    After a while, the young man yelled excitedly: "Haha Sure enough, I can find it. The first novel can already be listed on the Baidu engine! Well, it's amazing!"

    At this point, I finally understand the reason why the young man just asked me the title of the novel. It turned out that he wanted to go online to confirm it.  Seeing his completely different reactions before and after, I couldn't help feeling a little satisfied and proud in my heart.  But deeply influenced by Chinese traditional culture, I still do not forget to be humble at this time.  "Where, where. Compared with those blockbuster perverts, the gap is not even a star."

    "I don't like to hear these words anymore. Popularity is accumulated slowly, come on, I am optimistic about you!" The young man seemed to be more confident than me, "Of course, I also have selfish intentions. In the future, as long as you are like Mo Yan  After being so popular, I have the capital to brag to others. Hey, let me tell you, I used to live in the same room as Piao Wuzong! Although it is a ward, I think I will definitely envy you  There are countless people.¡± The young man is full of energy, and he speaks with the expression that I have become a great writer like Mo Yan, so he is proudly bragging about his glorious experience to others.

    "Thank you for your encouragement and support. I'm afraid no one has the same potential and background." I know my own background very well, and I'm not as blind and confident as the young man.  In fact, my goal in life is nothing more than becoming a third-rate Internet writer with a few readers.  I am content to be able to write what is on my mind.

    "Hey, why did you cut off the update?" The young man checked through his mobile phone and finally found the problem, and asked with some dissatisfaction.

    "Oh" I sighed, and then continued, "My father is in this situation, how can I have the mood to write so-called fantasy novels?"

    "Well, yes! Ever since I found out that my father had esophageal cancer, I have been extremely depressed." The same experience made it easy for the young man to understand my feelings.

    "It's not that I don't want to write, but that under the current circumstances, I really can't write!" I was very helpless.?? said.

    Although the young man expressed the utmost understanding to me, for his grand goal of being able to brag about it in the future, he still had the duty to persuade him: "After everything is done, you must continue to write. In fact, I am really optimistic about it.  you!"

    I am a little confused about the young man's motives. Is he really encouraging me, or is it for himself?  Therefore, at that time, I didn't know how to answer.  So, I just came to silence.

    "Hey, what's that expression on your face?" The young man went on bluffing, "I want to get some credit with you, but I sincerely hope that you can persevere. In fact, when Baidu searches for your novel,  , I already have infinite admiration for you in my heart. Really!" The young man looked swearing, "However, if you really become famous in the future, don't forget me, brother!"

    Listening to the young man's words, my heart was filled with emotion.  In fact, I know that his so-called selfishness is purely funny, and the encouragement to me is the core of his words.  "Don't worry, even if you don't become famous, I won't forget you!" I said seriously, "There is a song called "You at the Same Table", I want to tell you, I will always remember you in clinic!  "

    "Damn, it sounds a bit awkward to hear that!" The young man said thoughtfully, "'same table' and 'clinical', my God! It's easy to be mistaken for a bedmate! You guy,  Why is it so disgusting, don't say you know me in the future! Remember, especially after you become famous, don't let people know about this. Because I hate gays very much!"

    Although he was serious, I knew that he was purely joking.  "Damn it, are you disgusting or am I disgusting? Why even comrades have come out. In the future, don't say you know me!" I returned his words to him intact.

    We looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.  This smile directly dispelled all the worries and fatigue accumulated in recent days.  I laughed so hard that I regained my former ease and comfort.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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