On a late autumn afternoon, although the sun is very bright, it gives people a sad taste.

Whether it's the golden fallen leaves or the begonia flowers blooming on the street, you can feel that winter is coming.

A man was holding a large pile of things, struggling to walk on this golden avenue sprinkled with fallen leaves. There were two small figures around him who were also holding a lot of things.

They walked side by side on this street, in contrast to the depressed lonely passers-by who hurried home with their tiredness, and unexpectedly gave people a very warm feeling.

"Yang Fan, why have you become generous today and bought so many things. Lan asked breathlessly.

"Because, winter is coming. ”

"Winter is coming. Li Xin looked at the gloomy weather outside the window and couldn't help but sigh.

Li Xin, a full-time writer, although his last book made him earn some money, but the one he writes now is about to face the fate of hitting the street.

Originally, this book still had a chance to come back to life, but because of the so-called man's dream, he gave up the only chance to come back to life to others.

At this time, Li Xin's mood was very complicated, not only because there were still ten days left, and his book was on the shelves, but also because he saw the column on the website.

Li Xin, as a reader who has been chasing Yang Fan's book from the beginning, understands very well the truth of this column.

But what's the use of him knowing? He's a shrewd writer, he understands the point of this column, and he understands that whatever he does or says will only make it darker.

After all, he didn't want the book to be ruined by paying other writers to help him wash his reputation. Li Xin could only choose silence.

"Alas. A man's dream. Li Xin sighed deeply and sighed, I don't know if he lamented the meaningless thing that he gave up the recommendation position, or lamented the regret of not being able to realize the dream of a man.

Li Xin sighed and walked back to the computer, he looked at the dismal data of his book on the screen and felt a deep despair.

"Should I give up or persevere?" Li Xin said self-deprecatingly, leaning back in his chair.

"Brother Fan, the people on those websites are so hateful, they actually slander you like this!" Li Xiao continued in confusion

"Brother Fan, hurry back, don't worry, no matter what, I will definitely take my reader brother to your side. ”

"You seem to have a lot of readers. Yang Yuan looked at Li Xiao with idiot eyes and said.

"I already have two hundred and seventy readers, as long as Brother Fan answers, I will take my two hundred and seventy brothers to charge for Brother Fan. ”

"It's like playing with the blue moon. Yang Yuan continued angrily, "Brother Fan should have a way to deal with this kind of thing, don't make a mess." ”

"Aren't I worried about Brother Fan? don't worry, Brother Fan, I will share your weal and woe!" Li Xiao said unconvinced.

Looking at Li Xiao and Yang Yuan's worried eyes, Yang Fan was very moved in his heart, he looked at Li Xiao and smiled and said, "Don't worry, I already have my own way of coping with it, as long as it takes three days, my collection will rise back to the original, maybe it will be more than before." ”

"Really?" Li Xiao and Yang Yuan looked at Yang Fan with suspicious eyes, and Yang Fan patted them on the shoulder, giving them a confident look.

"What method?" Li Xiao asked curiously.

"You'll know when the time comes. Yang Fan pretended to be profound.

"Really?" Li Xiao surprisingly didn't choose to continue asking, he just looked at Yang Fan and said seriously: "Anyway, Brother Fan, you must remember that when you need me, don't be polite." Although I am not a super writer with tens of thousands of readers and fans, I will definitely take everything I have so far and fight side by side with you without hesitation!"

When Li Xiao said this, his eyes, sincere and pure, made Yang Fan and Yang Yuan feel Li Xiao's determination, and they were deeply shocked by him.

"Li Xiao, you've grown up. Yang Yuan suddenly said in an old-fashioned manner.

"Huh, Yang Yuan, what did you say?"

"Nothing? Let's go to work. Yang Yuan waved his hand to urge Li Xiao, and when Li Xiao reluctantly turned to leave, Yang Yuan clenched his fists and said in a voice that he could only hear

"It turns out that writing a book can really change a person's life and a person's life. ”

Yang Fan looked at these two friends who were much younger than himself, and he looked at their backs with a firm gaze and smiled.

The reason why Yang Fan did not choose to tell Li Xiao how to deal with this crisis was because the success rate of this method was only 30%, which may be considered a high success rate for Lan, but for Yang Fan, who had always been cautious, this success rate was not worth his risk, but he finally chose this method.

Simply because this approach is more able to recoup disadvantages quickly than other step-by-step approaches. In fact, the world of writers is also a business world, and the business world pursues high risk, high reward, and reversal.

In countless cases, many desperate professional brokers and companies have used a method called SWOT, which uses strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, and threats to mix and match the four to deal with many crises.

Yang Fan's method is to get out of this analysis, which also has a certain risk, after all, since the combination represents infinite possibilities, it also represents high risk.

As Yang Fan was planning his next move to reverse his disadvantage, a gentle voice interrupted his thoughts

"Yang Fan?"

Yang Fan reluctantly stopped thinking, he looked towards the voice, and he saw a face full of smiles.

"Meng Zixuan?" Yang Fan looked at Meng Zixuan and couldn't help but be shocked.

At this time, Meng Zixuan was wearing a warm and comfortable coat and looked at Yang Fan with a smile.

"Are you here to buy something?" Yang Fan said at a loss.

"No, I'm coming to see you. Meng Zixuan said with a smile.

"Me?"

"Well, I saw the front page column yesterday and your book review section, and I'm worried about you. Meng Zixuan was still smiling, she hid her worries very well, because she didn't want Yang Fan to see her worries and have a psychological burden.

"Thank you. Yang Fan looked at Meng Zixuan, wanting to say a lot, but couldn't say anything, he could only express his mood in the most concise two words.

"Thanks for what, aren't we friends?"

"Well, then I still have to thank you, after all, you still helped me speak in the book review area yesterday. Yang Fan thought of the few readers who still maintained themselves in the book review area yesterday, and there was an ID that was her, thinking of this, he was a little moved.

"Because, I'm sure you're not that kind of person. Meng Zixuan looked at Yang Fan and said seriously: "After all, a fool who would rather bang his head against the pillar to maintain his dignity is not the kind of person who is complicated and calculating, but a simple person. ”

Yang Fan looked at Meng Zixuan's eyes, he suddenly felt a sense of guilt in his heart, and he lowered his head silently, because in order to fight back in the past few days, he had begun to change himself and began to learn to calculate.

Meng Zixuan didn't see Yang Fan's guilt, she looked at Yang Fan and lowered her head and thought that she had poked the pain point in Yang Fan's heart, she stretched out her hand and put it on Yang Fan's shoulder and said

"Don't be sad, I'm sure that people who really like your books will always believe in you just like me, because your writing is really good. ”

Yang Fan still didn't raise his head, the guilt in his heart was infinitely magnified because of Meng Zixuan's words, Meng Zixuan looked at Yang Fan's appearance, she took out a wrapped gift in her bag and put it on the table in front of Yang Fan and said:

"Winter is coming, I bought you a small gift, and I have to leave beforehand. ”

"Why are you so good to me?" Yang Fanmeng raised his head and looked at Meng Zixuan and asked.

"Because, I love your books. Meng Zixuan said with a blushing face.

"Thank you for the like. Yang Fan finally made a decision, and he said seriously.

"Fool, don't say thank you again, then I'll go first. After hearing this, Meng Zixuan's little face turned even redder, and she waved goodbye.

Yang Fan watched Meng Zixuan go away, he opened the exquisitely packaged bag, and found that inside was a scarf with a very ugly bear pattern, Yang Fan smiled.

He directly wrapped the scarf around his neck, and then said to himself in his heart, "Because you like it, I have to change to be worthy of your liking." ”

Winter was given a meaning by Shelley, and that meaning was hope before happiness came.