The times are no longer such times, and readers are not such readers.

literature.

Or it has been lowered below the lower limit.

That's beyond my ability.

In the sadness, the secretary sent a text message.

[Teacher Fan, I have helped you block the Spring Festival party, but everyone still hopes that you can send a congratulations.]

[Come on, we'll wait for you to come back!]

Looking at this, the comrades from the association immediately appeared in Fan Qingfeng's mind.

They are probably preparing for the party.

Have a party happily, recite a few poems, and wait for the Spring Festival holiday.

Am I...

Or is it better to go there?

Comrades probably like me. If you don’t say anything else, at least you will praise my courage and innovation.

They are all tasteful people, and most of them don’t bother with vulgar online articles, so they naturally understand my difficulties.

Thinking of this, a trace of vitality finally emerged from Fan Qingfeng's dead face.

This starts writing a text message.

[Creation is not a faucet, so I still have to go out for a walk occasionally.]

[Put the book in advance. Tell me the time of the group meeting and I will try my best to attend.]

Just when he was about to send a message.

A new letter jumped out again.

[Xiaodao: I admire him very much when I saw Teacher Fan posting late at night, but I still have to pay attention to my health.]

[If you have any worries or confusion, please call us at any time.]

Fan Qingfeng was stunned.

The finger that I wanted to press "send" was also hanging there.

Although he has ten thousand reasons to comfort himself.

But none of this can change a fact.

He is on the run.

Of course he knew that the end of escape was probably the closing.

But compared to the pain in front of you, closing the pen is simply a relief.

I have a lot of books and papers, so what else should I be greedy for?

Suddenly, Fan Qingfeng was already dazed and picked up the phone and dialed the island's number.

Before he could think about the wording, the island's greeting had already arrived.

"Teacher Fan, I was really inspired to see that you persisted so late in order to keep improving."

"I'm not polite here. You can call if you have any questions."

Hearing this, Fan Qingfeng was inevitably a little frightened.

"Teacher Kojima, call me Qingfeng, don't call me Teacher Fan anymore."

"You're right, I shouldn't have written that."

"Scar literature is already in the last era."

Kojima was a little surprised and paused before saying.

"Then I'll call you... Qingfeng."

"Actually, I like your passage very much, and I read it word for word."

"I feel like I watched "Review of the Ancient 1942" back then."

"Oh?" Fan Qingfeng sighed, "It's a long way to go, Teacher Kojima praised it."

The island immediately smiled.

"Anyway, I admire you for writing these."

"We set sail for the top historical authors, and they don't dare to touch the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms."

"There is no reason, darkness, depression, chaos, and the readers are relatively low in understanding."

"The only thing you can do when you travel to this historical stage is the 'savior'."

"But most readers today are not interested in this plot of suffering and resentment."

"Besides, this kind of plot is difficult to come up with new ideas. It is also a great deal of bitterness and deep revenge. It was much easier to write about the rebellion in the late Qing Dynasty."

Fan Qingfeng also sighed.

"Listen to your words is better than reading ten books."

"But my starting point is to witness history, not to change history."

"If you rebel, save the world, or something like that, please leave it to others to write."

"Suddenly disturbing you, actually..."

"Teacher Kojima, I may have to adjust for a while..."

The island opposite was silent again.

When he thought he was about to get on track, Teacher Fan was out of track again.

"Just... want to take a break for a while?" Kojima tried not to express disappointment and asked with a thorn in his teeth.

"Yes." Fan Qingfeng also tried his best to restrain his depression and replied.

"How long?" Kojima asked again.

“Indefinitely.”

“…”

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry to me. If you want to apologize, you will also apologize to readers." Kojima kept saying, "If this happens, you may not be able to be put on the shelves. Although the bet is not very serious,..."

"I'm willing to accept the loss."

“…”

At this moment, Xiaodao suddenly felt a little sore in his nose.

As long as you keep writing, it will never be put on the shelves... you will never lose.

Teacher Fan is really heartbreaking.

Fan Qingfeng seemed afraid of changing his mind and said immediately.

"I will announce this news later and apologize publicly."

"I will not comment on online articles in the future."

"Teacher Kojima, you're worried."

"All these are easy to say..." Kojima said after a while, "Teacher Fan, you asked me to call you Qingfeng, which means you treat me as a friend. If it were a friend, can you tell me the reason for making this decision?"

Fan Qingfeng sighed, but did not hide it, and started talking about it in detail.

"Teacher Kojima."

"I found that now, when I was creating, I began to please readers intentionally or unintentionally."

"You understand what I mean, just use some strange tricks and tricks to gain some vain praise."

"Now my creative concept seems to be shaking and collapsed..."

"My position must be 'literary and wise', but when I really do it... I can't help but go to 'sensationalism'."

"This deformed desire is devouring my heart."

"If the three words Fan Qingfeng were to become like that."

"It's better to die out."

This time, Kojima hasn't replied for a long time.

After about half a minute of silence, I spoke slowly.

"Qingfeng, your pattern is too big, I'll lower it a little."

"Are you writing what you want to write, or what readers want to see?"
To be continued...