If every rookie writer's book is compared to a fledgling bird with hopes and dreams, it wants to spread its wings and fly high.

Then Yang Fan's book is a fledgling with broken wings and dirty bodies, although her eyes made of exquisite words are full of anticipation and yearning for the sky, although her eyes composed of countless efforts by the writer behind her have many dreams, but no matter how hard she tries, she can't wave her wings again.

Everyone thinks that Yang Fan's book is finished, including the editor in charge of this book.

They all abandoned the book in the most direct and indifferent way, focusing on the two most intense books of the game. After all, for the Son of Heaven and them, the battle between the editors continues.

Meng Yang, an ordinary noodle shop owner, sat on the chair at the cash register at this time, he didn't seem to hear the noisy sounds in the store and the impatient urging of the customers in front of him, he just sat silently.

Tonight's blow to Meng Yang was too great, after all, Meng Yang liked the author of the novel the most, and his character collapsed. He couldn't believe that the author of this book could be such a scheming writer.

"Hey, boss, can you still settle the bill? One customer finally couldn't help but complain loudly.

"Oh, here we are. Meng Yang, who was interrupted from thinking, responded mechanically, while taking the customer's money, he remembered the bits and pieces he spent with this book, he suddenly raised his head and shouted, "I don't believe it." ”

The customer in front of him was taken aback by Meng Yang's words, and he looked at the young shopkeeper in front of him in surprise.

"I don't believe it. Meng Yang was still puzzled and continued to repeat the three words just now.

"What don't you believe...?" the customer in front of him couldn't help but ask.

"I don't believe that an author who even replies to every book review seriously, and who will stand up for his readers, is a person who keeps calculating all day long and does not write well. Meng Yang said word by word.

"Psychotic," the customer muttered to the boss in front of him, but after muttering, a trace of curiosity was aroused in his heart.

"Little boss, which author and which book are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about an author called I am Fanfan, and the name of the book is "Looking Up at the Stars"! That's the best novel I've ever read!"

When Meng Yang finished saying this, his originally depressed and dull mood suddenly became enlightened with this sentence.

Meng Yang picked up his mobile phone again and voted out all the five recommendation votes that were hesitant today!

But not every reader still trusts Yang Fan like Meng Yang, and most readers who originally supported the book did not hesitate to abandon the book after reading the column, and joined those readers who were angry and unaware of the truth and attacked the book with vicious language. They selectively forget that the book has brought them those little touches. They use their most vicious language to preach the sense of justice in their hearts.

Everyone used the most vicious language to force Yang Fan to get out of the xx net. Everyone cursed Yang Fan and his book with their most vicious curse.

Yang Fan looked at his book review area and looked at the column, and he was in a very painful mood at this time.

It was not the slander of the website, nor the vicious language and curses that made him painful, but the pain was that he flipped through the book reviews and saw the readers who had supported him in the past turning against him, and in this moment, he experienced the betrayal of his relatives.

Yang Fan felt like a fish out of water, suffocating and unable to see his future clearly.

He opened QQ, opened the QQ of the Son of Heaven, and like finding the last sweet spring, he desperately begged for help, and asked for the editor's help in a low voice.

However, all I got was a word of sorry from the editor of the Son of Heaven, and then there was no follow-up.

Yang Fan looked at the editor on the computer screen who had originally agreed to accompany him to win the first place in the competition, and the editor who had originally agreed to apply for a recommendation position for him. He smiled miserably.

Yang Fan felt that he was finished, what was the agreement to get the first place in the competition, what kind editor, what was the one-year appointment, what was the promise to the readers, after seeing the understatement of sorry, it didn't seem so important.

Why, God wants to treat him like this? Why, why should he suffer such unwarranted slander when he finally has some achievements in books? Why should a rookie writer who writes a book seriously and does not deceive himself be treated like this?

Why? Who will tell him what he should do?

"Yang Fan, don't be like this..."Looking at Yang Fan's appearance, Lan stretched out his little hand to comfort Yang Fan.

"Ignore me!" Yang Fan said roughly.

Lan looked at Yang Fan with an angry face, and was frightened and shrunk on the sofa, like a frightened little beast, she looked at Yang Fan aggrievedly with her big eyes.

Not only Lan, but even Lin Wanting was frightened by Yang Fan. She hugged Daifuku and followed Lan to shrink on the sofa and didn't dare to speak.

"Why? I write honestly. Why did I write the book so hard but give my recommendation to others? Why did I get it (the system) and still suffer all the grievances like an ordinary person?" Yang Fan shouted angrily.

Lan opened her mouth to say something, but he looked at Yang Fan's face that was angry because of the constant denial, she chose to close her mouth, bit her lip, and looked at the ground with her eyes down.

"I'm going out for a walk. Yang Fan was afraid that he would not be able to control his emotions again, so he spoke.

He quickly changed his clothes, walked out of the house, and kept running.

Yang Fan has too many grievances and questions in his heart, and what he doesn't understand is why those editors with kindness, those readers who have agreed to advance and retreat together with their books, why should they betray themselves.

What he doesn't understand even more is that he got this system, what's the use? Why can't he be like other urban system novels, after getting the system, he can claim the king and dominate and create his own glory in this world, he doesn't understand!

He didn't know how long he had been running, only that his legs had gone limp and he had fallen to the concrete floor.

Pain and grievance filled his body, and he opened his mouth and breathed desperately, like a fish about to die, unable to see the future.

"Are you alright?" a kind voice sounded behind him.

Yang Fan heard the voice and looked back, looking at an old man dressed in bloated clothes, he looked at Yang Fan worriedly on crutches, the old man was the owner of the bookstore.

Yang Fan saw the old man's eyes, his face turned red, and he wanted to get up, but he found that he had exhausted all his physical strength because of running, and he didn't even have the strength to get up. He is like the fish that is about to die, and he can't jump back into the water with all his strength, which is very funny.

The bookstore owner looked at Yang Fan's funny appearance and didn't laugh. Instead, he chose to drop his crutches and sat cross-legged on the ground with Yang Fan without grace.

"Young man, what did you encounter unhappy?" said the bookstore owner, his voice still very kind, but it gave people a kind and gentle feeling. It's as kind and gentle as a grandfather asking about his grandson.

Listening to the old man's kind and gentle voice, Yang Fan suddenly felt the urge to cry, but he held back

He looked at the old man's eyes full of worry, and couldn't help but ask all the questions in his heart.

The old man patiently listened to Yang Fan's question, looked at Yang Fan's aggrieved and unwilling eyes, he suddenly smiled, and then he stood up with difficulty and looked up at the moon in the sky and said

"When I was a kid, I dreamed of being a writer. Speaking of this, the old man fell into a look of reminiscence and said self-deprecatingly

"However, when I was young, because of the war and the pressure of life, I didn't have much time to complete my dream, and I didn't have a high level of education, so I felt that I, a person who couldn't read a few words, was qualified to realize my dream of being a writer. ”

When the old man said this, he suddenly thought of something, took out an old handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his eyes, and said:

"When old friends and family gatherings, people sometimes take out my dream of being a writer and tell it as a joke, and basically everyone laughed at the time, including myself, but there was one person who didn't, and that person was my wife. At the mention of the word wife, the old man's eyes glistened with tears.

"My wife is the only person in the world who doesn't think I'm dreaming, she has always believed that I can be a writer, and in order to make me a writer, she forced me to keep a diary every day, and bought some books to read and write according to the contents of those books. By the way, her culture is not high, she always learns by herself first, and then teaches me. God knows how much she suffered. ”

"Then have you become a writer?" this story fascinated Yang Fan, and he couldn't help asking.

"No, I don't. The old man lowered his head in shame and said, "How could it be as convenient and easy as you to write books at that time, and it was even more because of our own reasons at that time. Although I learned to read and write a diary, I felt that I was too far away to be a writer, not to mention that many people around me were not optimistic about me at that time. ”

Yang Fan finally regained his strength and stood up, after listening to the bookstore owner's words, he subconsciously nodded in agreement, after all, writing books in the past was really not as convenient and simple as now, and writing books was more boring at that time, when Yang Fan was about to say something, the bookstore owner in front of him continued to speak:

"At that time, she didn't blame me for not writing a book, she just asked me to write a diary every day as usual,"

"And then?"

Then, she passed away six years ago. Speaking of the word death, the old man's face was filled with a look of pain.

"I'm sorry..."Yang Fan watched the bookstore owner bow his head and apologize, after all, he mentioned his sadness.

"It's okay, it's okay. Are you still listening?"

"Hmm. Yang Fan nodded.

"She died six years ago, and when I was sorting through her belongings, I found her diary, and I realized then that it was not only me who wrote a diary, but she was also writing a diary, and that diary did not say a word about her own life, but was a record of my progress every day. The bookstore owner added bitterly, "I flipped through the last diary, and I found that she also had dreams. Her dream... It is... Let me be a writer. The bookstore owner choked up.

"When I saw that diary, I realized that I had been running away from it, I was looking for excuses, and I had been giving up on my dreams because of the eyes and doubts of others. But I forgot that there was still her. ”

"Later, I opened a bookstore with all my savings and wrote while reading books. Although I am now 75 years old, although my head is a little confused now, although my eyes are no longer good, although my hands are shaking now, as long as I can live one day, I will also become a writer for her dream!"

Yang Fan looked at the bookstore owner in front of him in shock, because when the bookstore owner finished saying this, he felt that a figure appeared in front of him, and that figure was very tall, not only covering the stars in the sky, but also covering the grievances in his heart.

"Young man, I'm seventy-five years old, I'm still writing books for my dreams, and seeing that you're only in your twenties, I feel that life is bleak and I can't write anymore. You ask you, are you a man!"

"I... Of course I am!" Yang Fan said firmly.

"A man should face countless doubts and challenges, countless slanders should be persevered like me, and a man should not be knocked down by other people's eyes and opinions!

The old man said sonorously, and he stretched out his trembling hands and patted Yang Fan's shoulder hard.

"Remember, you're a man. ”

Yang Fan looked at the old man's eyes and nodded desperately, and then he remembered that there was no update today, and thought of Lan who had been wronged because of his impulsiveness, he began to thank and say goodbye to the bookstore owner in front of him, and then turned around and ran home.

The bookstore owner looked at Yang Fan, who had regained his spirits, and he smiled and said, "I'm going back to writing my book too." ”

The picture suddenly appeared in the bookstore owner's bookstore, and there were three unobtrusive small words on the leaflet that read the manager's recommended bookcase.

It reads: Not for sale.