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The old man burst into tears at this time, and couldn't help grabbing one of Fang Xiaowan's little hands: "Thank you." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoYou are indeed a good doctor with a lot of heart, and what you just said seems to open a window in my heart and warm my heart. ”

Fang Xiaowan couldn't help but moisten her eyes when she saw that the old man was excited, feeling more like a psychiatrist, helping her patients to drive away the haze in their hearts.

She has been working in this ward for more than a year, and although she cannot make a patient recover and be discharged, she has sent the last trace of warmth to the patients who have left. This sense of accomplishment is enough for her to devote herself wholeheartedly to this work.

"Uncle Feng, do you have any hobbies?"

Fang Xiaowan knew that it was not enough to make the old man optimistic about life and death, but also to cultivate a kind of fun and develop a positive attitude towards life. So, she talked about the hobbies of the elderly.

The old man smiled indifferently: "I'm almost in my prime, what hobbies are you talking about?"

Fang Xiaowan disagreed: "Uncle Feng, at any age, people can't lose their hobbies. This is what keeps us alive. ”

The old man thought for a while, and then said slowly: "I don't know anything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, let alone singing and dancing, the only thing I am interested in is that when I started to be free, I once wrote some online works. ”

"Oh, what kind of web works? Is it poetry and prose?"

"Haha, I said it, I don't know anything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Doesn't that include poetry?"

Fang Xiaowan's face flushed: "Then what have you written?"

"It's a novel, or rather, a web novel. ”

Fang Xiaowan couldn't help but be in awe: "Wow, online novels are very popular at present." It's not easy for you to be able to write a novel. ”

Unexpectedly, the old man looked ashamed: "Don't compliment me." It's going to make me embarrassed. Because what I wrote was a failure. ”

Fang Xiaowan was surprised: "Why do you say that?"

"Well, I published the novel on the fiction website. But the click-through rate is dismal. The website also doesn't sign up with me. What I worked so hard to write is a term on the Internet now, and that is 'hitting the street'. ”

Fang Xiaowan rolled her eyes and couldn't help asking, "Then is your novel still on the website?"

The old man nodded: "Yes." They are all exclusive works. Because you can't sign a contract, other people's websites won't recommend it. They are like garbage, silently left in a corner of the vast sea of books. ”

Fang Xiaowan thought for a while, and then said: "I have also read online novels before. Because there is no online banking, you can only read free novels, that is, those works that are not signed. Of course, among the online readers, there are many people like me who read books for nothing, and even account for the vast majority of readers. However, this does not mean that the free novel is poorly written. The few free novels I've read on the web are very well written. Although the authors are all unknown grassroots writers, what they write is not lost to those so-called 'great gods'. Although their works have been left out in the cold, they are also displayed on the shelves of the website, and as long as they are excellent, they will always meet bosom readers. Therefore, online works should not be judged by whether they are VIPs or click-through rates. ”

The old man looked at Fang Xiaowan with appreciative eyes: "You are right. The so-called achievements are often floating clouds. At that time, I also thought that as long as I could meet a soulmate in my work, it would not be in vain for me to spend my heart and soul. ”

Fang Xiaowan nodded with satisfaction: "You said it well." So why don't you write it now?"

The old man smiled bitterly: "Since I was diagnosed with lung cancer, where am I in the mood to write it again? Besides, even if I write, few people are willing to read it." ”

"Uncle Feng, you must know how the author completed the magnum opus "How Steel is Made", right?"

"That was done by the great Soviet revolutionary Ostrovsky on his sickbed with tenacious perseverance. Alas, how can the work of me, a grassroots writer, compare to others?"

"Maybe your work is not well-known, and there are very few people who see it. However, just like your child, it was born by your hard work, is it not as good as those world famous books in your eyes?"

The old man's heart sank, and he immediately blurted out: "Of course I cherish every work I write." Because they contain a lot of experiences about me. ”

Fang Xiaowan took the opportunity to follow the lead: "Well, that's right." Although they cannot bring you material wealth, they are the great spiritual wealth of your life. Can you tell me about whether material wealth or spiritual wealth is important?"

The old man smiled bitterly again: "If you ask a hundred people outside with this sentence, there will be ninety-nine people who say that material wealth is important. ”

"Hehe, isn't there another person who says that spiritual wealth is important? That's enough. Because the truth is often in the hands of a few. ”

"Haha, whether spiritual wealth or material wealth is important is actually a philosophical question. Many people don't understand this truth at all. ”

Fang Xiaowan grinned and said, "Uncle Feng, you don't understand, in fact, this is a very simple truth. Just take an example, and most people will understand. ”

"Oh, what proof is that?"

"Cao Xueqin and his Dream of Red Mansions!"

The old man's heart moved: "You say be more detailed." ”

Fang Xiaowan then said: "Cao Xueqin has been poor all her life because of the decline of her family. Although he created the immortal Dream of Red Mansions. But the magnum opus did not bring him any material wealth. It is said that he starved to death..."

When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but sigh gloomily, and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but he stopped and continued to listen to Fang Xiaowan.

However, although he died young, he lived a successful life. ”

The old man finally couldn't help but interrupt: "Don't talk nonsense, girl. He's starved to death, and he's still successful?"

Fang Xiaowan tilted her neck: "His name and his "Dream of Red Mansions" are all famous in history, isn't it considered a success?"

The old man's mouth moved again, but unfortunately there were no words.

Fang Xiaowan took the opportunity to preach again: "Although Cao Xueqin is a person who lacks material things, his spiritual wealth is unmatched by no one in his time. In his time, there were many local tyrants. However, even if they leave their children and grandchildren thousands of family fortunes, will future generations still remember their names? Not to mention them, even the emperors of Cao Xueqin's time, I am afraid that not many people know about them. Although Cao Xueqin died of poverty, the spiritual wealth he created made his name forever known to future generations. Isn't that a huge success?"

The old man's passion was instantly ignited by Fang Xiaowan's words, and he slapped the bed fiercely: "Well, I have a hot and bright mind, even if I can't be Cao Xueqin, who is admired by all the people, I will be a lonely self-appreciating myself." ”

Fang Xiaowan said excitedly: "If you continue to engage in literary creation, it will be great." Because it's not only about enriching yourself, it's about being the best version of yourself. ”

The old man's eyes couldn't help but moisten: "I, Feng Dingwen, have lived to be half buried in the earth, and I have never made any contribution to this society, but I have reached the twilight of my life, and I want to write a work that conveys the positive energy of the society while I still have a breath, and try to leave a valuable spiritual wealth for this society and this era." ”

Feng Xiaowan clapped her palms excitedly: "Great! I will be your first loyal fan." ”

At this time, the old man thought of a practical question: "Girl, if I pick up the novel, I'm afraid I will have to write it in the ward." I have an old-fashioned desktop computer at home, and I'm afraid it's not suitable for it in the ward, right? Besides, if I want to publish it, I need to have an Internet connection. ”

Fang Xiaowan thought about it carefully, and then said, "Regarding the network problem, you don't have to worry. I'm going to install a network cable in your room. As for computers, your desktop PC is really not suitable. It would be nice if you used a lightweight notebook. ”

The old man couldn't help frowning: "How can I have the money to buy a laptop now." ”

Fang Xiaowan smiled: "Who asked you to buy a new computer? ”

"Where's the old one?"

"I have a laptop myself, because I can now use the hospital computer, and I can't use my own computer, so I just lend it to you. ”

The old man couldn't help but be surprised, and quickly shirked it: "How can this be done? The computer is a valuable item, how can it be lent to me for a long time?"

Fang Xiaowan looked indifferent: "Hehe, isn't it just a broken computer, why are you so polite to me?" I haven't used it for more than a year, if I don't use it again, I'm afraid it will rust." If it plays an important role, it can also best reflect its value. ”

The old man shook his head with a smile: "Haha, you girl is really good at talking, it is in my hand, it only serves the purpose of publishing online novels, what an important role." ”

Fang Xiaowan said solemnly: "If a great work can be born through it, it will play an important role. Uncle Feng, I am sure that you will use it to reflect your own value. ”

The old man stared at Fang Xiaowan with a deep gaze again, and his eyebrows were full of emotion.

After listening to Fang Xiaowan's story about the old man's experience and the situation after being admitted to the hospital, Qin Songmu couldn't help but be full of great respect for the woman in front of her, and said to her emotionally: "Xiao Fang, you are really a model among our white-clothed soldiers. Because, it is you who have rejuvenated the second spring in Mr. Feng's life. I pay you my respect!"

Fang Xiaowan was a little embarrassed when she saw that her new boss was in awe of her, and after a moment of shyness, she immediately resumed her solemn expression: "Director Qin, you really lift me up." All the colleagues who work in this so-called 'death ward', without a family love, it is impossible to stay here!"

Qin Songmu was stunned, and a nameless emotion rose in his heart.