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The two reunited after a long absence, and there was endless small talk.Ren Mingqing told Zhuang Mo all about how Xu Jingzhi brought him home, how Elder Xu hated him, the two had constant quarrels over the copyright purchase of "The Grand Chronicle", and Elder Xu had a heart attack thinking of his deceased eldest son.

Zhuang Mo told Ren Mingqing the news that Xu Anzhi was from all over the world, which made him have mixed feelings.

He just learned that Mr. An is the eldest son of Mr. Xu and the elder brother of Xu Jingzhi. He has not yet woken up from this wonderful fate. When writing his novels later, a sense of destiny arises spontaneously.

"No wonder... no wonder." Ren Mingqing recalled bits and pieces about Xu Anzhi, and found clues everywhere, "He always writes books at his desk, busy until late at night; Yu's booklets and magazines... I always thought they were bought by him, but they should be samples."

"He taught you to write novels?"

"He is my Chinese teacher and taught me to write compositions." Ren Mingqing, who was caught up in memories, had tears in his eyes, but smiled happily. "Every exam, he recited my composition in class, no matter what I wrote Whether it is argumentative essays, novels or poems, he will praise me. He allows me to go to his office at any time, and the new books on his bookshelf are always reserved for me. One summer vacation, he arranged twenty diaries, but I wrote I wrote a novella, and he didn’t blame me. He spent half a month reading my entire novel, corrected typos, left comments, and then called me to the office to tell me how to write the story : How to describe characters, how to weave clues, how to structure stories... There were many things I didn’t understand at the time, I didn’t have experience, and I couldn’t use these rules. , will understand one day.

"He also told me that novels are about love. You need to observe people, love them, and understand their inner world. A good author loves everyone, because love can bring understanding and empathy, and then he will become everyone People. A good author writes about universal humanity. He always asks me to go out and get in touch with different people." If it wasn't for writing novels, he might not be able to overcome his inner fear of humans.

Zhuang Mo couldn't help rubbing his head: "He's right. What he told you may be the only essence of the story. He taught you very well."

"He said that before writing a story, one must first learn to be a human being. He always believes that stories have a huge influence on people, so the author should be cautious when writing. The more talented or skilled the author, the more he must Pay attention to the meaning conveyed in the text. A well-written story, whether in terms of communication power or depth of influence on readers, will be huge...Since the author has taken the scalpel of the soul, he must be responsible to the readers.”

Zhuang Mo nodded. This is indeed what Xu Anzhi would say. He finally found out that education and story writing have something in common, and he took it seriously as his life's work, hoping to make contributions to others and society. .

And Ren Mingqing, who repeated this passage, also showed a determination that did not match his thinness.After suffering so much suffering and injustice, he still firmly remembers the teacher's precepts and deeds, and regards the practical significance of the story as the starting point of creation.No matter how few readers are, he hopes that his writing can have a positive impact on them. Zhuang Mo admires his correct attitude and integrity.

"He is a good man." Ren Mingqing's eyes filled with tears, "He is different from others. He went to our place to teach, and he never left after he came. He is not as spoiled as other college students. He is very knowledgeable and sincere to others. He will not look down on you just because you have such and other shortcomings. He encouraged the girls in the village to go to school and gave them tuition reductions. Yearly compulsory education says that girls are no more than boys, and should pursue self-realization. He runs around for the village's water and electricity, and helps the village introduce rice seeds with higher yields, hoping that everyone can live a good life. He is different from other scholars." Ren Mingqing was both proud and ashamed, "It's not like he only knows how to read."

"and after?"

Ren Mingqing's eyes dodged a bit: "When I was in the third year of junior high school, I made a mistake in school. Teacher An arranged for me to transfer to another school... I went to study in city B, but he still stayed in our village, but he sponsored me to go to Shanghai. University, until he passed away. I was not present when he passed away. I was preparing for the college entrance examination. He didn’t tell me what disease he had. I just found out that it was liver cancer.” Ren Mingqing’s eyes fell a series of tears, “…wait for me When I came back from the exam, he was gone..."

He cried pitifully, like a little lamb lingering beside his mother's corpse and refused to leave. Zhuang Mo kept stroking his back: "It's okay, I'm still here, and Mr. Xu is also there, right? He also Won't leave you alone."

Ren Mingqing shook his head. After Teacher An passed away, he lost his source of income: "Mr. Xu hates all novels and writers because of his death."

Seeing that Zhuang Mo was thinking, Ren Mingqing couldn't help explaining to Mr. Xu, "But I think his disgust is not because Mr. An disobeyed him, but because of Mr. An's death. He thinks Mr. An will get liver cancer completely." It's because writing novels is too hard... That's why he can't forgive this matter."

Mr. Xu had already guessed his identity when he mentioned Fenghe Village, Lingbi, X Province.Unfortunately, the eldest son died, and Mr. Xu crazily gave supplements to Ren Mingqing, who was also the author, in the hope that no matter how well he wrote, he would at least live a long and healthy life.Ren Mingqing could feel his regretful tenderness and paternal love from this tiny action of his.

"I can understand his feelings at the time. Who can be rational and objective when he loses his love and regrets too much? He is also afraid of hurting the scene. If he really can't forgive the child's betrayal, he won't keep Teacher An The photo of is set as desktop wallpaper."

In that photo, Teacher An stood on the tractor with all the students in their class, dressed in modest clothes, but smiling brightly.

The old man should be very regretful, right?Because the son took another path and did not give him the support he could, he was overworked and white-haired people sent black-haired people.After the eternal separation of Yin and Yang, Mr. Xu has actually accepted Mr. An's values, but who can he talk to?

"Before your teacher An passed away...did he ask you anything?" Zhuang Mo subconsciously believed that Sihai Zongheng entrusted Ren Mingqing with the unfinished "The Chronicle of the Great and Poor".

However, Ren Mingqing's answer was different from his guess: "He left me a legacy."

"Oh?"

"I have received a lot of favors from him, inheritance... I dare not think about it." Ren Mingqing played with the small key on his neck, "But it doesn't matter, he has already given me the best inheritance. I am writing a novel now ,Is not it?"

"Yes." Zhuang Mo patted his head, "He has a soul in heaven, and he will be very relieved to know that "The Chronicle of Greatness" has finally returned to your hands."

"I once thought about giving up." Ren Mingqing couldn't help but blame himself, and was a little thankful, "I tried to write novels after I went to college, which is the book you have seen, the fanfiction of "The Paradise". At that time, there was a The editor contacted me to publish it, but it was unsuccessful for various reasons. That book was a souvenir he gave me. The death of Teacher An made me financially strapped, and I moved out of the rented apartment. Later, I always felt that I was not in this area. material."

"It's my fault." Zhuang Mo apologized to him.

At that time, he should be more determined and brave, and they would not miss so many years.

Ren Mingqing was puzzled: "Why do you say that?"

Zhuang Mo smiled and said nothing.

Ren Mingqing didn't get to the bottom of it, he was indulging in the illusion of meeting Teacher An again.There are so many coincidences along the way that he has to believe that there is a force in the dark that has already arranged his fate.The past and the present overlap strangely. All the encounters turned out to be reunions after a long absence. He may be destined to embark on the path of creation, just like what was written in martial arts novels: an unknown boy meets a wandering master by chance, and after many years, he will be the first in the world. One, recognize the ancestors and return to the ancestors.

Now he is no longer afraid of the empty and gorgeous Xu family mansion, nor does he feel humbled by others. He feels that he is home and is with his relatives.

"How is your manuscript going?" Zhuang Mo remembered the business.

"Wait a mininute."

Ren Mingqing brought a thick stack of manuscripts from the study, Zhuang Mo was overjoyed: "So many?"

Ren Mingqing said modestly: "The writing is sloppy..."

"No. An article written in one go is always the best. Li Bai never drafts."

Seeing that he wanted to study all night, Ren Mingqing hurriedly advised him to go to sleep first, but Zhuang Mo insisted on seeing the dawn from two o'clock in the middle of the night.When closing the pages of the book, he said to Ren Mingqing who was so nervous that black circles appeared under his eyes: "Finish writing. The world is waiting for you."

He must be waiting for you.