After talking to Song Xiangran about these words, Qian Erkang's heart was a lot more relaxed.

And Song Xiangran sighed softly after listening to Qian Erkang's experience.

Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and there are countless sad days in this world.

Since we met, then it was fate.

Although he has not read Qian Erkang's words, Song Xiangran can feel that Qian Erkang is a person who likes words very much.

"Erkang, life is not always sweet, but it is not always bitter, you have to believe that the road is walked by people. Song Xiangran said with a smile.

Qian Erkang nodded.

At this moment, the waitress came over with two cups of coffee.

"Hello, this is your coffee. The waitress said with a very standard smile.

"We have sugar cubes and creamer," the waitress pulled out a few bags out of nowhere, as if playing a trick, "and you can add your own if you need to." ”

Song Xiangran smiled and said, "Okay, we know, thank you." ”

When the waitress came over this time, she didn't look at Qian Erkang from beginning to end, as if the two had never known each other.

But only Qian Erkang knew that she deliberately pretended not to know herself because she took care of her own face.

"By the way, Erkang, what type of articles do you usually read more?" Song Xiangran said as he poured a small bag of creamer into his coffee, and then stirred it slowly.

Qian Erkang thought for a while, and then followed Song Xiangran's example and poured another small bag of creamer into his coffee.

"I usually like to read narrative-oriented articles, and I probably read a lot. Qian Erkang talked to Song Xiangran while stirring his coffee, watching the milky white slowly blend into the dark brown coffee, and finally turn into a lighter coffee.

Song Xiangran raised his eyebrows and said, "Is that so?" But most of my articles are prose, why do you like my articles?"

Qian Erkang stopped observing the action of the toffee melting in the coffee, raised his head, and said to Song Xiangran with a smile: "Although your article is prose, it also has a certain narrative, but you sometimes use some writing skills, and those techniques make people who don't understand it think that your narrative ability is not strong, but in fact, the spirit is scattered, and your article is well interpreted." ”

After listening to Qian Erkang's interpretation, Song Xiangran nodded with satisfaction and said: "It seems that you still really like my article, I feel that we have a certain resonance in this regard." ”

"I think this is the best thing about your article!" Talking about Song Xiangran's article, Qian Erkang seemed a lot more lively and excited.

This is the first time Song Xiangran has heard others say so excitedly that the article she wrote is wonderful, and she has some emotion in her heart.

"Why do you say that?" Song Xiangran asked with a smile.

"Because ......" was suddenly asked by Song Xiangran, Qian Erkang seemed a little restrained again, and he scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Because no matter whether you have experienced the same thing as you, as long as you read your article, it will be easy to empathize, every word and sentence of yours is full of emotion, as long as you are a person who knows the word, you can resonate with your article. ”

"I think this is not easy to do, because if the author wants to catch the reader's eye, what he writes, in the end, he will inevitably lose some of his own thing, that is, the soul. ”

"If the writer chooses to write what he thinks and is completely explaining himself, then it is very difficult for others to resonate with him. ”

"And Sister Xiangran, although you are not very old, your writing is sophisticated and mature, and the human experience will be the same, but you have experienced all the emotions you have, and you can express them well in words that belong to you. ”

After listening to Qian Erkang's praise of himself, Song Xiangran's heart was also a little moved, and she was also praised by others, but it was not easy for Qian Erkang to hit Song Xiangran's heart every word at once.

"Have you read my article many times?" asked Song Xiangran tentatively.

Because so far, Song Xiangran has published only two articles, one is on the column of a national magazine, and the other is an article in an essay competition.

Originally, Song Xiangran thought that Qian Erkang had only seen it more or less once or twice, but when Qian Erkang stretched out a hand and compared it to eight, Song Xiangran was surprised.

"Is that what you mean eight times? Are you sure?" Song Xiangran raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Qian Erkang smiled embarrassedly and said: "I think your article is very well written, I didn't hold back, so I read it several times, and when I first saw it, I had to read it every night before going to bed." ”

"Reading your text, there is always a sense of pleasure in talking to you. ”

This time, Song Xiangran didn't know what to say at all, and a bunch of words ran to his mouth, and in the end they turned into a simple thank you.

The two of them talked about the future and literature, and before they knew it, they talked about the sunset and gradually walked on the way home.

Outside the transparent glass window of the café, pedestrians are also in a hurry, the traffic lights are on and on, and the clouds on the horizon are also wearing orange wedding dresses, rushing home.

"Sister Xiangran, it's not early, I'm going home, I'm really honored to be able to chat with you today. Qian Erkang said with a smile, then rubbed his hand on the top of his trouser leg and stretched out towards Song Xiangran.

Song Xiangran smiled and shook hands with Qian Erkang: "I'm also going home, then remember to show me what you wrote when the time comes." ”

"I will!" said Qian Erkang gleefully.

Until Song Xiangran's back gradually faded away, Qian Erkang was still waving at her.

Suddenly, a familiar female voice sounded in Qian Erkang's ears: "Everyone has gone far away, and they are still waving." ”

Qian Erkang turned his head, it was Jiang Xin who had just finished work.

"That, Jiang Xin, thank you. Qian Erkang scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

Jiang Xin smiled and said, "What is there to thank you for." ”

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