Recently, Zhang still found that there was another novel in the class, and she didn't know what the title of the book was, but she only knew that the book had been in the hands of Wang Yanan in the dormitory next door for a long time.

Recently, there have been a lot of self-study classes, and Wang Yanan came to her again: "Zhang Yiyi, help me write an article again!" ”

"Didn't you study film criticism, why don't you write it yourself?"

"Write it for me, the last one."

"What are you writing about?"

"Whatever."

The article Zhang still wrote to Wang Yanan last time was about breakup and marriage proposal, the storyline didn't have much content, and the heroine's psychological activity was a lot, and she originally made up the number of words, but I didn't expect Wang Yanan to be applauded after reading it.

Inspiration is just for a while, this time let her write, it's really a little difficult, after a few lessons, I finally wrote a Korean love story about the heroine's illness, but I didn't expect that Wang Yanan hadn't read it yet, Xu Mengmeng had already read it first!

It seems that she is a little unappreciative: "Blood cancer again?" Can it be a little new? It's old-fashioned! ”

Zhang still felt ashamed, the heroine's illness, apart from blood cancer, what else can there be?

Do you still read too few books, or do you watch too many TV series?

Zhang still pulled Wang Yanan over and asked directly: "Wang Yanan, what books have you read recently?" ”

"'Flower of Flowers'!"

, isn't this a book I wrote, it's been circulated here!

Zhang was still surprised at the same time, but also curious, "What is written?" ”

"Sadomasochism. The male and female protagonists obviously love each other but can't be together, there is no separation, but they can't be together. The heroine also raises the child for him...... I was moved to death! ”

Wang Yanan said, as if he was really about to cry.

Zhang still comforted her: "Books are books, don't take them seriously." The author is nonsense. The book she wrote with her imagination was something that did not exist in reality. ”

"No, it's very well written. The heroine is so pitiful, she was abandoned by her biological parents when she was a child, and she eats by herself and ......" Wang Yanan was choked up for a while and couldn't speak.

Thinking about the time when she wrote the book, when she wrote this paragraph, Zhang still finished writing it with tears, and at that time she also told herself: If no one is moved, then she will die!

Now the person who was touched was really here, but she felt a little apologetic, should she explain it to her?

"Do you know what it means? Why is it called a tulip flower? ”

"Huh?" Wang Yanan wiped his tears, stunned by this question, "I didn't know this word at first, and the book didn't say anything about it, so I still wondered." ”

"The tulip blooms at the end of spring, and when the tulip blooms, the spring is over. It represents the beauty of the end times. Sad? ”

Wang Yanan couldn't stop nodding, "Mmmm, it's so sad, like the heroine, I long for love but can't!" ”

"There's nothing sad, the ending isn't ......" Zhang still stopped suddenly, as if spoilers were not a good thing, "Forget it, you can see it yourself." ”

"Don't tell me the ending, I'll see for myself."

Zhang still remembered that he planned to write two books when he took a leave of absence, but later the second part was broken after more than ten pages.

Alas, if I had finished writing it earlier, it would probably be more popular than "Fallen Flowers", it seems that I have to do what I think of, and I must not be lazy.

The dormitory goes to bed at 10:40 every night with the lights off, and at this time, Zhang will still hide in the quilt and write an outline while scolding with a flashlight.