"No matter what others say, words and ideas can change the world. As this classic line fell, Yang Fan embarked on the high-speed train on the return journey with the gift he bought.

On the high-speed train, he then took out his phone to watch movies he had heard about before but didn't have time to watch.

However, when he watched for less than five minutes, an unfamiliar but familiar voice interrupted his good mood of watching the movie.

Yang Fan frowned and pulled out the earphones and looked towards the place where the sound came from, and then he was stunned, because he saw a sincere face.

"In this match, I was convinced. It was the breeze of Lewen Chinese that spoke, and he had a sincere smile on his face at this time.

"It's just luck, you know the nature of this game, I won just a fluke. Yang Fan hesitated for a moment and said modestly.

"No, if you're going to talk about luck, luck is also part of strength. Moreover, in the world of online texts, luck is the most important reason for the success of an online article. Qingfeng looked at Yang Fan's modest tone, and his heart ignited a more intense curiosity than the first time he saw Yang Fan before. Because, since Qingfeng first came into contact with Yang Fan, he has always regarded him as a calm, arrogant, good at using all psychology, and unscrupulous writers of the same type like himself.

It was also because of the wrong positioning of Yang Fan that he made a wrong move to create an opportunity for Yang Fan. This has always been Qingfeng's regret, and it is also because of this regret that he wants to understand why Yang Fan deliberately walked into his trap regardless of the progress of the book, and he wants to understand whether Yang Fan did it intentionally or unintentionally.

This made him deliberately inquire about Yang Fan's high-speed rail number, and deliberately bought tickets for the same high-speed rail, pretending to meet by chance.

"Luck, in my eyes, is not as important as the writer's efforts. Yang Fan retorted rarely.

In China, according to incomplete statistics, there are 6 million registered online writers, and among those 6 million writers, there is no shortage of people who work hard with their lives, but in the end, they are often those who work hard with their lives. On the contrary, because he buried himself in writing, he did not understand the rules of the market, and finally left the market. Qingfeng listened to Yang Fan's hard work, and couldn't help but say with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Then whatever you say is what you say. Yang Fan didn't refute it for the first time, after all, for Yang Fan, using his thoughts to change a person whose thinking has been deeply rooted is a complete waste of time, not to mention, time will prove who is right and who is wrong between the two of them.

Seeing Yang Fan's somewhat impatient appearance and the perfunctory words, Qingfeng did not feel any dissatisfaction, but stepped forward and continued to say with a sincere smile:

"Okay, skip the question just now. I'm here just to ask you two questions, because these two questions have been bothering me for a long time. Don't worry, I won't delay you too much. ”

"You ask. Yang Fan looked helplessly at the persistent breeze.

"Well, first question, what kind of writer are you, or what type of writer are you?"

This tricky question gave Yang Fan a headache, although Yang Fan often summarized himself, but almost all he summarized was the lack of his own works and the perception of his own book, and he rarely thought about what kind of person he was.

Especially during the rising period of his career, he has less and less time and energy to think about these problems that cannot improve the height and future of his career.

Looking at Yang Fan's serious thinking, Qingfeng was full of expectations, although his question was a little bit secondary and naïve, but the more secondary and naïve the problem, the closer it was to a person's heart.

"I... I'm supposed to be a... Bent... Filled with chicken broth... Persistent... Immature... Idealization... And the writer who wants to pass on these thoughts to the readers?" In Qingfeng's expectant eyes, Yang Fan said with difficulty.

Qingfeng was obviously very dissatisfied with Yang Fan's answer, he stared at Yang Fan's eyes repeatedly, and repeatedly made sure that Yang Fan's answer did not deceive him, Qingfeng was silent instead.

After a long time, Qingfeng asked his second question.

"Why, in the first place, for the sake of that irrelevant suicidal reader, you would rather slow down the progress than save him, I don't believe that you can't see that the book review is just a fishing book review. ”

This question is not difficult for Yang Fan, he is just surprised why Qingfeng asked this question, but out of respect, Yang Fan still took the time to think about it and gave Qingfeng the answer from his own heart.

"What if, what if what he said is true. For writers, slowing down the pace can be frustrating for many readers, but if you ignore a request for help from a desperate reader because of the speed, then the book will be a big hit. So for this writer's writer's life, there is always guilt or regret. The writer always writes that it is still the heart of the people!"

Yang Fan's answer made Qingfeng, a writer who only won the third place in the battle of the six parts, but finally rated higher than Yang Fan's ranking, deeply shocked. Especially the last sentence that the writer always writes about the hearts of the people, which sounded the alarm for this writer who has been corrupted by money, fame and fortune and gone astray.

After the shock, Qingfeng looked at Yang Fan again, his eyes were full of respect and a trace of admiration, he whispered thank you, and left silently.

Looking at the breeze leaving, Yang Fan showed an embarrassed smile, because the answer just now was full of middle school and naivety. But the answer just now was the best answer Yang Fan could give.

He took out his mobile phone awkwardly and silently continued to watch the movie he hadn't finished just now.

It's just that on the way to watch the movie, the young man next to him, who he didn't know and didn't speak out of good upbringing in the conversation just now, clenched his fists excitedly.

He also learned from Yang Fan to take out his mobile phone, but he didn't use it for entertainment. He opened the memo on his mobile phone, recalled every sentence and word of Yang Fan, and carefully recorded it in the memo, when he finished recording and turned off the memo, there was an app on his mobile phone screen that was particularly eye-catching, and that app was the writing assistant of a big website!

Perhaps, to change a person, you only need to ask him two questions. Perhaps, when you can't hold on any longer, you only need to ask yourself two questions.

The journey of the high-speed rail slowly curtailed with the progress of the movie, and when the movie on Yang Fan's mobile phone was just finished, he returned to the city where he had lived for more than ten years.

He hurriedly picked up his luggage, he hurriedly walked out of the high-speed train, breathing in the familiar air, and he especially wanted to shout at this time that I was back. Reason, however, restrained his urge to shout. In this way, he slowly walked towards the exit platform with the crowd of people getting off the train.

At the end of the platform, Brother Long took Brother An and the two little guys anxiously waiting for Yang Fan's return, and Brother Long kept saying to Brother An at this time:

"As I said, sooner or later, my brother will become a great god writer. At the time, you still had an expression of disbelief in my words. ”

"Okay, okay, I'm wrong, you stop, you've been talking about this for days. Brother An looked at Brother Long and said weakly.

"My brother, can't you let me boast more?" Brother Long was obviously dissatisfied with Brother An's reaction, which made him can't help but shout loudly:

"My brother's book is the best book I've ever read!