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Time is like a wild ass, and it’s early summer in a blink of an eye.

Cao Rui's novel has been revised three times, and Chen Fusheng is on the verge of running out of oil.

The relationship between masters and apprentices Cao Rui and Chen Fusheng began to grow when they were frustrated. When they were making rapid progress in their official careers and rising to prominence, they did not understand many things about emotions at all.

Only after being frustrated can you see clearly all the people around you, and then you can truly cherish your mentors and helpful friends.

After Cao Rui took over the creation of "Little Road", he and Chen Fusheng truly became masters and disciples. Because time is extremely precious, Cao Rui studied day and night, and Chen Fusheng also put all his energy into this matter. , he regarded this incident as the last thing in his life.

Looking at the densely packed red deleted words on the manuscript, these were all modifications made by Chen Fusheng while he was seriously ill.

He told Cao Rui:

"This is a beautiful love story, but it goes beyond the love between a man and a woman and a daughter! From the description of the beauty of love alone, the character Guo Ling must be vividly written.

Guo Ling is also a girl from the mountains. She walked out of the mountains and finally stayed in the city. Between reality and love, she chose reality. Is this a personal factor or a factor of the times?

I think it is difficult for us to have a definition, and literary works are not meant to define anything. We just present this complex and indescribable thing that everyone can understand and resonate with, so that people can get emotional resonance.

This resonance may be excitement, touching, sadness, helplessness, pain, or happiness... Readers each have different lives, and the resonance received by people with different lives is different, and may even be completely opposite... …”

Under Chen Fusheng's guidance, Cao Rui has benefited a lot. These are Chen Fusheng's lifelong insights and accumulation. This is what he has always wanted as the highest-ranking writer in Yongping County and even Wude City.

Cao Rui used to write some short articles and create some small works, then joined the Municipal Writers Association and later joined the Provincial Writers Association. They were all for utilitarianism. Like many so-called writers who write something, they never had the slightest interest in literature or creation. The respect I have for you is just that the association is a platform to gain fame.

Cao Rui is now ashamed. At the same time, he has truly learned what creation is, what literature is, and what the basic qualities of a writer are.

"Cao Rui, I will put your name on the novel!"

Cao Rui said anxiously: "Master, how can that be done? You have put so much effort into this work. Without your guidance, this work would not have been possible!"

Chen Fusheng was sitting on a recliner. He was so thin that he was just skin and bones, his hair was so thin that he was about to fall out, and his voice could hardly come out.

Cao Rui came very close, and Chen Fusheng smiled and shook his head:

"Two reasons. First, the literary world is full of utilitarian worldliness, a circle where everyone hangs out and has mixed relationships.

I have long been tired of this, but I feel helpless. I don’t want everyone to die and others continue to hype me up, which will make many young people angry and disappointed..."

"Second, you are an unknown person. If you, an unknown person, can publish this work, it means that this work is really valuable.

It’s not easy, literature has long been ignored. If this book can really be published and printed, you can burn a few copies for me, but I don’t want you to spend your own money to publish it just to burn a few books for me. It is meaningless, just like "Yuezi" in the sketch by Song Dandan and Zhao Benshan. , those papers contaminated by type can only be used to paste toilets..."

Cao Rui spent a long time listening to Chen Fusheng's words and nodded.

Chen Fusheng's family is here today, including Chen Xuewen, Guan Chunfang and several of Chen Fusheng's own brothers.

Chen Fusheng's body has been getting weaker and weaker these days, and everyone understands that his days are numbered. He is almost at home 24 hours a day, and everyone is watching over him, wanting to spend his last days with him.

Chen Fusheng took the thick manuscript in his hand, touched it gently with his dry hands, and then handed the manuscript to Cao Rui with difficulty.

Cao Rui held the manuscript in his hand, and Chen Fusheng shouted: "Xuewen, I feel very uncomfortable, very painful, and painful..."

Chen Xuewen leaned over, tears streaming down his face, and said:

"Dad, I know your suffering, but there is nothing I can do about it. I want to help you bear all this suffering!"

Chen Fusheng smiled and touched Chen Xuewen's cheek with his hand: "Why can't you help? Look at the whole box of Moutai under my bed. It was given to me by Cao Hui. I have always been reluctant to drink it.

If you don't give me something to drink today, will you fall into the dirt again after I leave? "

Chen Xuewen was stunned for a moment, looked up at Chen Fusheng, and then looked back at his mother.

Chen Fusheng’s younger brother came over and said:

"Brother, you can't drink because of your illness. The doctor said your illness is caused by drinking too much..."

Chen Fusheng sighed: "Old San, people die because of eating grains. If you don't eat or drink from today on, you can live forever!"

When Chen Xuewen heard what his father said, he turned around and ran into the house, brought out a piece of Maotai, and put all the wine glasses at home in a row.

"Mom, what are you doing standing there? Bring the peanuts and snacks here..."

The aroma of wine overflowed, and everyone was holding glasses. Chen Fusheng held a small glass in his hand and took a sip of the aroma. He looked around.

He raised the glass and wanted to drink it in one gulp, but he spilled at least half of it. Chen Xuewen went over to help him. Chen Fusheng smacked his lips, licked his lips with his tongue, and smiled. The smile hung on his face, comfortable and peaceful... …

"Xuewen, hurry, hurry, your father is gone..."

Chen Fusheng left. He drank half of the glass of wine, spilled half of it, and fell into his son's arms. His apprentice stood beside him. He was very happy and peaceful when he left.

The day was originally sunny, but suddenly it became overcast. The Chen family's funeral announcement of firecrackers and thunder shook the entire Yongping.

Countless Yongping people looked at the sky and chanted: "It is Chen Fu who died!"

In the world of ordinary people in Yongping, literature is so out of reach, but Chen Fusheng is alive and well around everyone. Everyone knows that there is a capable man in Yongping named Chen Fusheng.

However, today Chen Fusheng passed away. Many people actually have nothing to do with him. But as long as they are from Yongping, everyone can't help but feel sad, because everyone feels that without people like Chen Fusheng in Yongping, this small county will definitely suffer. Something will be missing.

Yongping can do without a county party secretary, because the county party secretary does not affect everyone's life, and ordinary people cannot feel the existence of the county party secretary. But if Chen Fusheng is gone, how can Yongping people see "Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms"?

According to Chen Fusheng's instructions before his death, his funeral was kept simple and he was cremated for three days. Cao Rui and Chen Xuewen held mourning tablets and wore mourning to keep watch.