I don't really understand what the teacher meant, and although the example is very good, I still don't understand the meaning.

"Looking at your eyes, I think I feel confused, but I think it's worth trying out your new project. Those words that can't be said may be better if they are written in a book. ”

"Where can I say anything I can't say, teacher, don't make fun of me."

"Because of the distance, there are unspeakable words, and because of the distance, the desire is difficult to achieve, and because of this, the novel is so interesting, and the simple wish or hope is the reason for the development of this story."

"Teacher, you really know me very well." At this time, I can only smile helplessly, and to this extent, there is nothing to refute.

"Today is the last class, and I'm going to teach you too. The next road, called life, can only be walked by yourself, I can't help you, but I can watch you go on. ”

"I'm not going to be ashamed of my teacher."

"What's the shame of it, you've written great stories, and when I was my age, I was probably still in school as an idle student. But speaking of which, hasn't your mind about school changed? ”

"Not yet, I hate people who work hard without a clear goal, after all, I don't know what I want to do, and I can work hard in a place, and it's just a gathering place for people who don't have dreams."

"It has a lot to do with you, but at least now you've succeeded."

"Probably so."

In the next few hours, the teacher seriously pointed out to me the shortcomings in the previous books, and there were countless post-it notes in each book, and the reasons for each good and bad point were clearly written.

I haven't analyzed my books so seriously, so that's probably why I can't write a good story.

Because I still have to give Sakura Bai a method, it's not too late to go back, and the teacher's words echo in my head, not because I can't understand it, but because I understand it too thoroughly, so I can only smile bitterly.

Before I knew it, I was downstairs and patted my cheek to restore my messy brain.

"I'm back."

"Welcome home."

Although I have become accustomed to it, I still have an inexplicable illusion.

"Lijiu, how is it?"

"The teacher said it was worth trying."

Sakura Bai nodded slightly, and returned to the world of manga.

After dinner, I opened the file bag that the teacher gave me, and there was a big problem in my article, and a letter was abruptly mixed in it.

"Actually, I just want to write something simply, and it's not so formal.

At the beginning, those surreal stories can be simply written according to their own hobbies, because they have nothing to do with reality, so they can be written without pressure.

Seeing that you are going to start writing realistic stories, I am still more worried, using yourself as the protagonist to write a story, it is indeed a very good idea, but when you write it completely yourself, the pressure will become greater, and the mental pressure will be greater.

Reality is reality after all."

Maybe the last sentence is what the teacher really wants to tell me. Reality is reality after all. A simple sentence is also the most complex sentence.