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The news of Tie Sheng's death spread throughout China, and the listeners were all saddened.

As a disabled figure who has been symbolized by the imprint of an era, his works are well known to countless people in China, and even Guo Dalu, who rarely reads modern books, has read several of his articles during his school days.

It can be said that he has influenced several generations, and even subtly changed the thinking of many people.

He is also the vice president of the Writers' Association of the Disabled Persons' Federation, a resident member of the Writers' Association, and he has a great influence in the entire cultural circle.

During the wake, countless people in the community came to pay their respects, including men, women, old and young, many of whom had never even seen Tie Sheng himself, and some strangers even traveled thousands of miles to the mourning hall just to bow to the sleeping writer at the mourning hall to express their respect.

Three days later, when his body was sent to the public for burial, many people spontaneously left, and Guo Dalu and several girls were among them.

After Tie Sheng was buried in the ground, after a group of farewell people dispersed one after another, Tie Sheng's mother found Guo Dalu.

"Dalu, I want to do me a favor, do you think it's okay?"

The old woman looked haggard, and there was a middle-aged woman beside her, it was Tie Sheng's sister and her daughter, and she was standing in front of Guo Dalu with the support of her daughter.

"Auntie, tell me, if there is any help, as long as I can help, I will do my best!"

After Guo Dalu heard the old woman's inquiry, he agreed without hesitation: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

The old woman said softly: "I want to collect Tie Sheng's articles before his death and make a publication, but the anthology lacks an opening preface, I want you to help him make a preface, or make a summary of his life." ”

Guo Dalu said curiously: "You don't look for so many writers in the Writers' Association, why did you find me? You must know that I am the one who was explicitly rejected by the Writers' Association!"

He said to the old woman: "I don't have a good reputation in the traditional literary circles now. ”

The old woman shook her head and said, "Many writers in the Writers' Association wanted to write a preface to Tie Sheng's article, but I refused. ”

He looked at Guo Dalu, "Tie Sheng said, you know him best, and I think so." ”

The old woman's body trembled, Xiao Ran's white hair was blown by the breeze, compared to a few days ago, she was already a lot older, "Some things are just heard from people, just looking at them with your eyes, that may not be done accurately, but the feelings in your heart can't be hidden from people!"

She said to Guo Dalu: "Child, there is a saying that bosom friends are hard to find, I think you are Tiesheng's bosom friend, although you have only met once, but I feel that only you seem to have known each other for many years, only you can write the real feelings in his life for my child." ”

She looked at Guo Dalu, "Can you agree?"

Guo Dalu no longer hesitated, "Cheng, the writing is not good, don't blame me!"

The old woman smiled, "You can write well!

She whispered to Guo Dalu: "I don't know what's going on, among all the writers on the scene, I always feel that they can't compare to you in the future!"

Guo Dalu nodded unceremoniously and said, "Yes, they are indeed not as good as me!"

The old woman laughed softly when she heard this, that smile was really like a ray of sunshine in the suffering, kind and warm, full of inexplicable contagion, "You child, you are so straight!"

Three days after Tie Sheng's death, his sister sent a sample of the anthology that had been compiled to Guo Dalu.

Guo Dalu had already written the preface at this time, but his preface was a bit long, far exceeding the number of words in the normal preface.

In fact, as early as the time of Tiesheng's death, he already had the urge to write this article, but he suffered from not having a suitable reason.

This is a text written by another person who belongs to another world and has the same experience as Tie Sheng, and the life trajectories of the two are strikingly similar, except that the length of their lives is slightly different from the content of the article, but not much.

In another world, the article written by the author of the handicapped will be called "Me and the Altar of Earth".

As soon as this article came out, it was praised by all walks of life, and won the title of the best novella essay of the time in one fell swoop, which can be called one of the best essays in decades.

Even with Guo Dalu's critical eye, I feel that this is also a rare masterpiece.

When Tiesheng's mother asked Guo Dalu to make a preface to her son's anthology, a strange sense of fate and mission surged from Guo Dalu's heart at the same time, and he felt that it was time for this article to be published.

Tie Sheng's sister is called Tie Hua, a very intellectual and capable middle-aged woman, with a strong charm between her eyebrows that ordinary women do not have, when she handed the manuscript to Guo Dalu, she was not embarrassed to ask Guo Dalu: "Mr. Guo, when will you be able to write the preface?"

She explained: "It's not me urging you, it's the relevant people at the publishing house who have already contacted me asking me for the exact date of the manuscript, because I can't get a reply from you, and I can't answer them until now." ”

Guo Dalu handed a stack of manuscripts to Tie Hua from his handbag, and said with a smile: "Actually, it has been written, but it is a little long, and it is also in the first person, which may be a little inappropriate, how about you take a look first?"

"Already written?"

Tie Hua was very surprised and took the manuscript handed over by Guo Dalu, "But you haven't read my brother's anthology yet!"

Guo Dalu explained: "I haven't done anything in the past few days, and I have read through all the articles written by your brother that I can find, which should be regarded as a more detailed understanding of him. ”

He sighed and said to Tie Hua: "This is the first time in my life that I have written a preface to someone else's article, but this preface may be a bit long, if it is placed in the anthology, I am afraid it will be a bit noisy, and I don't know if it is appropriate." ”

Tie Hua didn't speak, slowly sat down in front of Guo Dalu, and swept his eyes to the manuscript handed by Guo Dalu.

"Me and the Temple of Earth?"

She let out a soft sound of surprise and glanced up at Guo Dalu, "It seems that Mr. Guo really knows my brother." ”

Tie Hua's face thought of his brother who had just died, and sadness appeared on his face, but then he disappeared, "The Temple of Earth is the place where my brother has often been going for decades, and his feelings for the Temple of Earth are indeed deeper than anyone else's, even ...... Even when he was leaving, he had to go to the Temple of Earth to see one last time!"

Her voice was a little choked, and she couldn't speak anymore, just looked down and flipped through the manuscript in her hand.

As she read deeper, the look of surprise and joy on her face grew stronger, and when she turned to the last page of the manuscript, tears fell from her eyes, and she was so moved by this article that she couldn't be more moved.

She stood up and bowed deeply to Guo Dalu, "Thank you, thank you! My mother is right, Mr. Guo, sure enough, you are the only one who knows my brother best!"

She said, "Sure enough, you are the only one who can write the most suitable summary preface for my brother's article." ”

Guo Dalu breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that you're satisfied, this preface is my tribute to your brother." ”

He smiled at Tie Hua and said, "I rarely admire people, your brother is one!"