"Where did this scarf come from, it's so ugly!" Lan asked curiously, holding the scarf that Yang Fan had casually placed on the table.

"A friend gave it. Yang Fan said while eating, but when he said the word friend, his face was filled with a happy smile.

"Is it really a friend?" Lan looked at Yang Fan with a wary expression.

"Hmm... What a friend... I'm going to update..."Yang Fan hurriedly stuffed the last bite of rice in the bowl into his mouth, avoiding the question.

Yang Fan walked to the computer, opened his writer's daily newspaper, looked at his data, and as expected, the collection rose slightly from 2200, and now it is back to 4500.

Yang Fan then clicked on his book review area, and he found that as he expected, today's book review area was even more lively than yesterday.

Although the book review section is still full of vicious book reviews that question themselves and their works because of their columns, a new voice has begun to emerge in the book review section, and this new voice has become louder and louder with time.

Most of the new voices are used to the company of Yang Fanshu and those readers who really like the book.

They waited for a day, but found that there was no update today, and they accumulated a certain degree of resentment because of waiting, and then looked back at the book review area, looking at the book reviews that were still abusive and rhythmic, and naturally began to associate with the reason why the book was not updated.

With the stark contrasts and the unbridled imagination of the readers, it is easy for most readers to think that it is because of these vicious book reviews that the author of this book does not dare to update it.

The resentment and anticipation of the book's subsequent plot made it impossible for these loyal readers to choose silence, and they spontaneously began to fight back for the book.

Although their reasons for fighting back are unconvincing to onlookers, although their counterattacks are insignificant in the pen and ink criticism of these readers who are full of so-called "sense of justice".

However, they have the courage to speak their minds, and they have the trust to believe what they believe in the face of doubts.

This kind of courage and trust is what every author who really writes with his heart is the most proud and touched.

Yang Fan is the same, looking at the emergence of these "new voices", he is first proud and moved, and then deeply guilty.

He felt guilty because according to his plan, he had to let his loyal readers speak for him, and he had to keep his loyal readers and himself in the vortex.

Guilt, let him lower his head, looking at Yang Fan's guilty look, Lan stepped forward and asked worriedly:

"What's wrong?"

"No... It's okay, I'm going to code words. Yang Fan raised his head and looked at the readers who were in the same whirlpool as himself, and he said in a firm tone.

He ruthlessly closed the writer's assistant, opened the document, and began to write today's update.

Because of guilt and work fatigue, he wrote very slowly, and it took him three hours to write 2,000 words.

"Or, go and rest first, and then write when you wake up. Looking at Yang Fan's state at this time, Lin Wanting on the side suggested worriedly.

"No, I want to be worthy of the trust and expectations of my readers. Yang Fan refused without hesitation.

After saying this, Yang Fan got up and walked into the bathroom, splashed cool cold water on his face to sweep away the tiredness, and when he raised his head to see that he was more mature than before in the mirror, he showed a satisfied smile.

Yang Fan returned to the computer, continued to code the next chapters, and finally finished 4,000 words before seven o'clock in the morning.

Yang Fan quickly glanced at it and found that there were no typos, so he clicked publish it with yesterday's 3,000 words.

Seeing the smooth release of these two chapters, Yang Fan fell asleep on the table with satisfaction.

"Updated, I said this kid will definitely not give up. You still don't believe it. A middle-aged man holding his mobile phone at the dinner table said to his son, who was also playing with his mobile phone and was in high school.

"It's been updated. The high school student who was playing with his mobile phone looked at the push in his mobile app in disbelief, he quickly clicked on the updated chapter and read it carefully, he read quickly, ten lines at a glance, and it only took ten minutes to read it.

When he finished reading as a high school student, his hand holding his mobile phone began to tremble, looking at his trembling appearance, the middle-aged man asked curiously

"Xiaoliang, what's wrong with you...?"

"I miss my mom," the high school student said with tears in her voice.

Not only the father and son, but basically everyone who reads these two chapters will have two words in their hearts, family.

These two chapters are called Figured Out and Sorry, respectively.

It is mainly about Murong Aotian, who lost the first qualification and glory of the competition, and was thrown out of the Mingyue faction like a lost dog, and he forgot the purpose of his participation in the competition and the original intention of helping the store owner realize his dream, after all, this unfair game hit him too hard.

Seeing that his only two friends had chosen to leave him, Murong Aotian couldn't see hope in pain, and when he was desperate, he saw the bracelet on his hand, which was a gift from his parents to him.

Looking at this bracelet, he remembered the memories he had forgotten of losing his cultivation and being looked down upon. When everyone looked down on him, only his parents believed that he was not a waste, and thought of a way to restore his cultivation.

Murong Aotian remembered that his parents had spent all their efforts to restore his cultivation and not be called a waste. Thinking of this, comparing the ordeal he was suffering now, Murong Ao finally figured it out. The doubts and slanders and tribulations I suffered were nothing compared to what my parents had paid for them.

Murong Aotian finally figured it out, the despair and grievances in his heart all turned into guilt, into guilt for his parents, into guilt for his master and friends who were full of expectations for him, and the guilt of the noodle shop owner, he clenched the inferior bracelet in his hand and the phoenix jewelry on his chest, and said sorry softly.

The plot came to an abrupt end here, and Yang Fan's two chapters touched many readers who still insisted on reading his book, and many people couldn't help but cry on the road on public transportation after reading these two chapters.

When they finished crying, they read these two chapters carefully and repeatedly, and they felt something else meaningful from them.

That kind of thing is called the sincerity of the writer.

That kind of writer's sincerity can sometimes touch the reader's heart more than beautiful words.

After reading it, most readers couldn't help but vote for today's recommendation without hesitation, and not only that, but after reading it, most readers couldn't help but go back to the book review area to fight against those book reviews under the guise of righteous defenders.

The most important thing in a work is emotion and sincerity, when a work has these two things, then even if his writing is not as good as others, it is enough to be considered a masterpiece.

The new voice in Yang Fan's book review area became more and more noisy as the voices of the two chapters became more and more noisy, and they began to use the real strength of the work and the emotions conveyed by them as weapons to make their new voices full of convincing.

If there is a writer, the proudest thing is that the reader trusts him.

So what are the most proud of readers?

The answer is that the author repays the trust he gives with his truest emotions and beautiful words.