After reading the novel, Lu Tianyu covered up the volume and thought.

The reason why the novel "Pain" can be loved by the majority of netizens is not because of the storyline, but because of the emotion contained in the plain words, the heart-wrenching emotion.

I remember a philosopher once said: Life and death are often more memorable and moving than other things, because it is a farewell, a touch engraved in the deepest part of the heart.

It seems that the faint sadness between the lines of "Pain" has deeply moved netizens, so they voted for it, a novel that does not have too many flowery rhetoric and N more refreshing.

"Meng Guoan." Looking at this ordinary name, Lu Tianyu suddenly felt an impulse in his heart, he wanted to meet this author.

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Huangli Town, Jintan County, Donghai City, is a small town with a population of less than 20,000.

Tomorrow is New Year's Day and New Year's Day, and there is not a single patient in the small clinic, it is deserted and very depressed, and there is only one working heater, which can be regarded as adding a touch of warmth to this cold room.

Meng Guoan sat in a wheelchair very bored, looking at the hazy sky outside the window, his heart was heavy, "My father went to the north to buy goods, and he hasn't come back yet, it seems that it is difficult to rush back a year ago, and this New Year, I can only spend it alone." ”

"Hey!" Thinking of this, Meng Guoan couldn't help but sigh. A man in his thirties, who has not yet started a family, depends on his father for his life, although he has opened a small clinic, he has few patients on weekdays and does not make much money. It's just enough to barely feed the father and son. This situation. Difficult!

"Knock knock." There was a soft knock outside the door.

"Come in, the door is open." Meng Guoan calmed down his somewhat sad mood and said loudly.

The half-hidden door was pushed open, and a tall young man walked in, "Excuse me, does Mr. Meng Guoan and Meng live here?" ”

"I'm Meng Guoan, what's the matter with you?" Meng Guoan looked the person up and down and asked.

"Oh. Hello, Mr. Meng. My name is Lu Tianyu, I have something to do with you......" the young man introduced himself.

"You're not here to see a doctor?"

"No, I'm not here to see a doctor......" Lu Tianyu said busily.

Hearing this, Meng Guoxin couldn't help but feel disappointed, "It's been four or five days since a patient came, and now it's hard to wait for one, and it's not even a doctor to come to see a doctor, it seems that this small clinic opened by my father and myself can no longer return to its former glory." ”

"Mr. Lu. Since you're not here to see a doctor, what's the matter with me? "Lost. Meng Guoan's tone of voice naturally became a little stiff.

Lu Tianyu didn't answer immediately, but looked around and asked with a smile, "Mr. Meng, you opened this clinic?" ”

"I drove it with my father." Meng Guoan replied angrily.

"Isn't your father at home?"

"My father went out. Hey, Mr. Lu, what the hell are you doing, ask this and that, if there is nothing else, please leave early, don't hinder me from treating patients. Meng Guoan was angry.

"Mr. Meng, don't be angry yet, I have a question and I want to ask you."

"What's the problem? Say it! ”

"Have you ever written a novel called "The Pain"......" Lu Tianyu said slowly.

"How do you know?" Meng Guoan was stunned.

"Mr. Meng, to be honest, I am the person in charge of Flying Bird Company, and this solicitation contest is what I proposed."

"You're from Asuka? Could it be that the e-Yaotong APP was developed by you? A hint of surprise appeared on Meng Guoan's face.

"I didn't develop it, it's my colleagues." Lu Tianyu hurriedly explained that he really couldn't do such a lofty thing as developing an APP.

"Mr. Lu, you sit down, since you are from the Flying Bird Company, then we have to have a good chat. The e-medicine you developed is really good, but there are some problems with the content introduction of Chinese herbal medicine, just like that Xanthropsis, its effect should be ......"

Looking at Meng Guoan's excited face, Lu Tianyu wanted to interrupt him several times, but when the words came to his lips, he took them back. It can be seen that the Mr. Meng in front of him should rarely communicate with him on weekdays, but now that he finally seized an opportunity, he naturally wants to pour out all the words in his heart.

At first, Lu Tianyu just listened casually and didn't pay much attention to it, but as he listened, he gradually became surprised, because Meng Guoan's insights and comprehension of traditional Chinese medicine had gone far beyond the content of some theoretical books.

"Mr. Meng, why are you so proficient in Chinese medicine?" Lu Tianyu really couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart and asked.

"Mr. Lu, don't you know, since my great-grandfather's generation, my Meng family has opened a medicine hall for generations, hanging pots to help the world, and it is also a little famous in Donghai City."

"Oh, it turns out that Mr. Meng is from a family of traditional Chinese medicine, which is really disrespectful. However, as far as I can see, Mr. Meng's clinic doesn't seem to have many patients......" Lu Tianyu glanced around the deserted room and remained silent.

"Hey, it's hard to put into words." Meng Guo's peace of mind was filled with sadness, and the scenes of the past flashed in front of him, and Lu Tianyu's words inadvertently touched his sore spot.

"By the way, Mr. Lu, what are you looking for me today?" Meng Guoan diverted the topic.

Seeing that the other party seemed to have something unspeakable, Lu Tianyu did not continue to ask, "Mr. Meng, I came here to tell you good news. ”

"What's the good news?"

"Your "Pain" won the special prize in the literary works unit of this collection competition, and our company is going to hold an award ceremony and would like to invite you to participate."

Meng Guoan was stunned, a little unable to believe his ears, "No, that novel was written by me a few years ago, and the writing is very dry, how can it win the award?" ”

"Mr. Meng, your special prize was voted for by netizens, so it is genuine and does not have any moisture. Our award ceremony is tentatively scheduled for mid-January next year, I wonder if Mr. Meng will have time to attend? ”

Meng Guoan was silent, his brows furrowed, he lowered his head, and thought about it. After a few seconds, he raised his head and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Lu, thank you for your kindness, but I think it's better to forget about participating in the award ceremony." It's not very convenient for me to participate in this kind of activity......"

Lu Tianyu looked at the wheelchair that Meng Guoan was sitting in, and there was a sigh in his heart, and vaguely, he felt that this might be a hurdle in Meng Guoan's peace of mind, a hurdle that had not yet been crossed. (To be continued.) )