"Hey~ Don't cry, your dream won't be to become a writer, right?" Du Wenqing asked him.

"Of course, it's my dream, and I'm working on it!"

"Okay, okay..."Du Wenqing has a headache, becoming a writer, it's not easy to say, it's not difficult to say, the key is to have perseverance, and it's very helpless that he does rely on talent in this matter, if a person doesn't have talent, it's really difficult.

"Xiaojia" Du Wenqing called him.

"Huh?"

"How old are you?" Du Wenqing asked him.

"I'm 16 years old, and it's my 16th birthday in a few days, why are you asking this?" Xiao Jia was puzzled.

"It's nothing, I just want to tell you, do you know what the pressure of a writer is?"

Xiao Jia said a little deflated: "It's my stage, no one reads the book I write, I don't have a single click, and I don't have a collection or comment, just... It's frustrating, and I'm a little skeptical that I don't have the talent to write books at all..."

"Xiao Jia", Du Wenqing bent down slightly and looked directly into Xiao Jia's eyes, and said solemnly: "What you said is not wrong, everything is difficult at the beginning, even those top masters, no one read the story at the beginning, everyone came over like this." I've read several books written by celebrities, and many of them start well, but end with water. This reflects that they also have times of confusion and self-doubt. But the difference is that they persevered, so they succeeded, and you... Do you really want to give up? ”

Xiao Jia was a little stunned, he didn't think of this, he always thought that it was easy for those celebrities to write books, and he envied and hoped to become one of them. But he didn't see those things before everyone became famous, because he was narrow-minded. Xiao Jia lowered her head a little ashamedly, and had to say that although the person in front of her hated it, what he said was very reasonable, and he looked at the problem from a very thorough angle. Thinking of this, he secretly glanced at Du Wenqing, but saw Du Wenqing's smug expression, "......" is that his personality is really bad! I don't get along!!

Xiao Jia turned her head away from him, took out the half-written novel from the bookshelf, and continued to bury her head in writing. Du Wenqing wanted to take a look, but Xiao Jia was a little speechless for a moment with a thief-proof expression, but he didn't know that Xiao Jia was already ashamed in his heart.

Under Xiao Jia's glare, Du Wenqing left the table boringly, occupied Xiao Jia's bed, and lay down like an old man, he decided to sleep! Let that little ghost sleep on the floor! Xiao Jia saw that he was not making a fuss, and unconsciously let out a sigh, spread out the book, and thought about it slightly, and continued to write...

At this moment, Xiao Jia has devoted himself to the story, and he himself has become the protagonist and supporting characters in the story, carefully conceiving everyone's hearts and behaviors. He didn't want to write stories that were black and white, and in his opinion, there was no extreme good or extreme evil in this time. But maybe it's because he's too young, or maybe it's because he doesn't read enough, or because he doesn't have enough talent, he can't write...

It's very uncomfortable.

I didn't know what to do, he wrote and deleted, deleted and wrote, but the more he wrote, even he began to feel that what he wrote was rubbish, and he had self-doubt and wanted to give up. It's the feeling that the story is ready, but the writing can't keep up, there will be a disconnect, and you can't write what you want.

In the end, he chose to tell the story in the most vernacular language......