When Yang Fan finished saying that sentence with a bright smile, a box appeared on his computer desk out of thin air, and Yang Fan saw the box and did not block it for the first time.

Because of the angle, Lin Wanting didn't see the box. And the big fortune in her arms stared at the box that appeared out of thin air suspiciously.

"Wanting, go take a shower and go to bed early. Yang Fan touched his head, thought about it for a while, and said this reason with difficulty.

"Do I look dirty? I just took a shower this morning. Lin Wanting didn't react, she kept sniffing her body like a puppy, and then looked at Yang Fan with big eyes and confusion.

"No, no, it's healthier to wash..."Yang Fan said with a struggling face.

"Oh..."Lin Wanting nodded reluctantly, then put down Dafu and reluctantly walked into the bathroom.

Listening to the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, Yang Fan quickly turned around and looked at the box that appeared out of thin air.

The box is not big, the packaging is simple, and the four words are written on the package, the heart of the writer.

"This name..."Yang Fan looked at the four big characters, and his face twitched inadvertently. The strong curiosity prompted him to quickly reach out and unpack the package, and whispered as he opened it, "Could it be a heart?" ”

opened the box, and what came to Yang Fan's eyes was really a lively heart, so frightened that Yang Fan almost threw the box in front of him.

"This isn't..."Lan looked at the contents of this box, and suddenly walked over with an excited expression, then looked at the heart in the box carefully, and then looked at Yang Fan with an excited face and said, "You have picked up a big baby." ”

"What a big baby! Damn, this is a heart!" Yang Fan said emotionally, there was a trace of fear in his eyes, any normal person would be afraid when he saw a heart appear in the box out of thin air.

"This can only be redeemed by Samsung writers, and the exchange value is more than 50,000 points! Lan said, covering his forehead.

"It's... Things are so precious?" Yang Fan couldn't help but recover from his panic when he heard the number of more than 50,000 points, and then stepped forward to look at this heart carefully.

"This thing... What does it do?" Yang Fan held back the disgust in his heart and looked at Lan and said.

"Let me ask you, what is the most important thing for a writer to write a book?" Lan put away the excitement on his face and asked Yang Fan with a serious and solemn expression.

"What is the most important thing for a writer to write a book?" Yang Fan was suddenly stunned when he heard this question, he had never thought about this question. He thought for a long time, and said in an uncertain tone: "The number of clicks, the popularity, the subscriptions, the collection, the quality, the reader's popularity?"

After speaking, he looked at Lan with a look in his eyes full of longing, because Lan's question aroused the question in his heart.

Lan looked at Yang Fan's eyes and shook his head, and then said, "For a writer to write a book, the most important thing is to write emotions and life experience. (Note 1)

"Writing Emotions and Life Experiences?"

"Whether it's a fantasy city or a Xianxia historical game competitive novel, I want to write a memorable work. He needs to invest a lot of emotions in the author, and to build a character, it must be real, and the so-called reality requires your life experience to give the characters around you to the characters. Lan looked at Yang Fan, who seemed to understand but didn't understand, and continued.

"A work that can really be sung well, the characters are imperfect, because there are too many characters who are too perfect, but the protagonist who is too perfect is difficult to remember. This requires the writer to give his life experience to it, so that those characters gradually change from imperfect to perfect. ”

"That's the truth, but what is the connection with the writer's heart?" Yang Fan said suspiciously.

"Every writer writes a novel that is his heart. ”

Hearing this, Yang Fan felt a bolt from the blue. Only those who have really written a book, and those who have really written seriously, will empathize with this sentence.

Yang Fan walked over and looked at his heart, the original feeling of nausea and fear became soft and calmed down by Lan's words.

"This heart...?"

"This heart is the inner world of a writer. Maybe this is the inner world of a powerful person who has written a famous book, or maybe this is the inner world of a writer who hits the street, all of this has to be fused with this heart to know the answer. ”

"So how do I fuse? Eat?" Yang Fan said with a frown and looking at his heart.

"Put your hands on it. will be able to merge. ”

Yang Fan put his hand up as instructed, and the heart gradually became blurred. Then it slowly fades away.

Yang Fan felt that he felt a feeling of distress, and felt an inexplicable emotion conveyed in his heart.

He seemed to see the owner of this heart, a female frequency writer, who also wrote Xianxia novels, but she was even worse than Yang Fan, because she wrote a million words and only had about 300 collections.

She worked diligently every day to update more than 6,000 words, using her weak little hands to code words desperately, just to realize the writing dream in her heart. But no matter how hard she tries, the clicks and collections of the book can't go up, she keeps coding words every day, she carefully builds the novel and the world in her heart every day, but there is no publicity and recommendation, no readers' messages and comments, her book has never exceeded 400 collections, she looks at her book and wants to give up, but after countless struggles, she picks up the pen again and writes it seriously.

Whether it is the pressure of life, whether it is the incomprehensible gaze of her family, it still can't stop her persistence in code words.

Until the day of the final end, 1.6 million words, she did not break through the 400 collection, she looked at the book that she had spent nearly a year of hard work on, she smiled with satisfaction, but the satisfied smile with a hint of loneliness and sadness.

Yang Fan fused the experience of the female frequency writer, as well as her emotions, and the world she built with her heart with herself, and he burst into tears.

He seemed to have a lot of indescribable things in his heart, and a lot of enlightenment, he walked to the computer, searched for the name of this and that book, and then collected the book, and when Yang Fan clicked on the collection, the book finally reached 400 collections.

Lan looked at Yang Fan, who had fused the heart of a writer, and couldn't help but be stunned, because she saw Yang Fan's tears and the firm eyes with tears.

"Is it the heart of a writer who fights the streets, or the heart of a writer who is powerful in writing?" Lan asked curiously.

"What merges is..."Yang Fan paused, and then continued, "a true writer's heart that never admits defeat." ”

Yang Fan turned on the computer and opened the writer's assistant, remembering the regret of the female frequency writer, remembering her heart that refused to admit defeat with a dream, Yang Fan wiped away his tears and smiled, and then seriously began to code the next chapter.

"At least, your regrets can be fulfilled in my book. Yang Fan whispered.