"The famous online novel writer Zhang Ming announced today that he will close his pen and will no longer open the article, today, let's count the brilliant achievements of this great god writer......"

"Why did Zhang Ming close his pen? Someone once broke out that the great writer Zhang Ming appeared in the First Cancer Hospital of Fuyun City, suspected of having terminal cancer......

"Zhang Ming once talked in an interview that he now regrets embarking on the road of online writing, what is the reason why the most popular god writer said such things......"

On the Internet, a piece of news in the early morning suddenly swept everyone's attention, that is, Zhang Mingfeng, a great writer in the online literature industry, no longer writes articles.

This makes everyone who has read his novels or heard his name unbelievable, because now Zhang Ming is in full swing.

It can be said that the copyright of any of his novels, movies or TV series can sell for millions of sky-high prices, and they are also those works when they are not famous.

In particular, Zhang Ming's recently completed masterpiece "Tianjiao" is rumored to have been bought out by a film and television company for tens of millions of dollars to buy out the copyright of the TV series.

Such a writer sealed the pen, and many people couldn't accept it for a while.

Especially as Zhang Ming's fans, they couldn't believe it, so in the early hours of the morning, countless calls were made to the service number of the novel website.

Morning

Editor Deng Wei sleepily picked up the noisy mobile phone, and he swore in his heart that if he knew which street writer was idle, he would call indiscriminately early in the morning.

He just let this bastard not get a recommendation for the rest of his life.

But when Deng Wei saw the number belonging to the editor-in-chief on the phone, Deng Wei woke up in an instant, and at this time, the editor-in-chief called him, something must have happened.

At this moment, a thin and pale face appeared in Deng Wei's mind.

Don't be him, don't be him!

Deng Wei, who had something in his mouth, carefully picked up the editor-in-chief's phone, only to hear an angry voice on the other end of the phone.

"Deng Wei, are you eating dry food? Zhang Ming sealed the pen without notifying the company, let me tell you that if you don't give me a reasonable explanation, you can pack up your things and go home tomorrow......"

"Editor-in-chief, listen to me......"

But before Deng Wei could speak, the beep sound from the speaker of the mobile phone made Deng Wei's heart almost cold.

But at this time, he was more worried about the guy who decided to close the pen without authorization.

"Damn, don't get into trouble!"

Deng Wei, who didn't have time to get dressed, ran directly to the study.

The boot speed of computers that can beat 99% of the world is so slow in Deng Wei's eyes at this moment, so that Deng Wei can't wait to smash the computer in front of him.

However, after a long waiting time, Deng Wei opened his chat tool at the speed of light and found the chat history with Zhang Ming.

No, nothing!

Just when Deng Wei was crazy, an email appeared in front of Deng Wei, and the sender of the email was Zhang Ming, who turned the entire Internet upside down.

The email was opened, and the content was printed in Deng Wei's eyes.

"Lao Deng, I'm sorry I didn't tell you in advance about the pen, in fact, I also experienced a very painful struggle to give up all this. ”

"I know you're going to persuade me, and I can imagine what you're trying to do with me, but what scares me the most is that I'll really give up on the idea after listening to you. ”

"I don't have much time, you advised me to go to the hospital for a physical examination before, but I didn't listen to you, if I do it again, I will definitely go, and I will not hesitate!"

"It's like time can't be reversed, and I can't go back to the past, so in this last stage of my life, I want to do something that I really like and write a character that I really like......"

In a small rental house,

Most of the space in the room is filled with books.

The only empty space was filled with posters.

This is the hut where the former great god writer Zhang Ming lived when he was not developing, the room was small and closed, but there was once a young man who loved writing.

The young man used to write his favorite words day and night, but unfortunately the refusal again and again made the young man despair.

When the young man was about to be kicked out because he couldn't pay the room bill, he chose a subject he didn't like, and although he was not happy to write it, it would allow him to live here.

Fate seemed to mock this young man,

As soon as Zhang Ming's book was released, it instantly became the ninth place on the novel list, and then in just a few days, it became the first place on the list.

Then Zhang Ming's life seemed to be riding on a rocket, and with the explosion of one book after another, Zhang Ming became a great god writer that everyone envied.

But it was in this situation that the fate that had not appeared for a long time once again played a joke on Zhang Ming.

Terminal cancer.

"Tianjiao's fan, I've already sent you an email, I think if they see this thing, they shouldn't embarrass you. ”

"Also, I hope you don't go to me, in the last days of my life, I want to do something that I really like, even the one I liked the most. ”

Deng Wei looked at the things sent by Zhang Ming in the mailbox.

For a moment, his eyes were blurred.

......

In the rental house, the security door was opened with a bang.

A young man in a heavy coat walked into the small room.

The long period of uninhabited left this room full of dust.

But the young man did not pay any attention to it, but seemed to be back at home, and saw him hang his coat behind the door, then took off his shoes and went to the room, and sat cross-legged in front of the table.

After cleaning the dust off the table, the young man was surprised to find that his notebook could still be turned on, which was not easy for a notebook that had been working for several years.

The young man is a fiction writer,

I have written countless characters,

But in his opinion, the characters in his pen are all rigid, without any aura, and these characters exist for the sake of the existence of the book.

It's like a soulless puppet.

The young man coughed,

Blood splattered on the screen in front of his eyes.

The young man calmly tore a piece of paper to wipe the blood off the screen, and then his hands began to jump on the keyboard.

Writing novels for so many years,

For the first time, he wanted to write a story for his character.

Or rather, he wants to really inject soul into his character.

He's going to let that protagonist live for himself,

Detached from the author, detached from everything.