Accompanied by that dark voice.

The man stepped into the door with a smile.

I don’t know if it’s the timing or if it’s really good.

The greasy layer on his face completely faded away, and he really had the charm of an old scholar.

Li Yan's eyes trembled.

Anxi carried it over, Xiaocai carried it over, Jiangbo carried it over, and everyone carried it over.

At this moment, I can't stand it anymore.

Fan Qingfeng stood in the aisle, looked at Li Yan with his hands behind his back, and raised his finger and pointed it lightly.

"Little comrade, my psychological quality is not strong."

Li Yan had already covered his face and only remembered to nod.

Wu Xinyao would never have imagined that a person with such aura would appear.

“You are…”

"Oh, I'm disturbing." Fan Qingfeng quickly gave the business card with both hands, "Wild Dog's old friend, Fan Qingfeng."

Wu Xinyao looked at the business card for a long time before suddenly reacting: "You are from... Hongjiang..."

"Yes." Fan Qingfeng smiled, "I'm embarrassed to my father."

"Where are there..." Wu Xinyao quickly pulled the chair and looked at Li Yan in a panic, "Do you still know Teacher Fan?"

Li Yan waved his hand and couldn't speak.

In the following time, I inexplicably entered the rhythm of health preservation.

Fan Qingfeng and Wu Xinyao chatted about family matters, and told him about his acquaintance, hatred, intercourse and rescue with Li Yan one by one.

The story starts with "Script Killing" and flows like water all the way to the present moment.

Wu Xinyao listened silently.

She realized that she had missed so much.

"Li Yan has written for so long... I have never heard him say it." Wu Xinyao lowered her head and murmured.

"That's why I want to tell you." Fan Qingfeng sighed, "They are all too anxious. I used to be too. People of our age should slow down and speak slowly."

Wu Xinyao suddenly stared at Li Yan with some resentment.

"You didn't say anything, you just knew that you were calling so many people, and even Teacher Fan invited me. Have you played tricks with your mother, right?"

"Don't guess randomly, it's not him." Fan Qingfeng quickly raised his hand and stood up, "Isn't it convenient for me to say a few words to the wild dog?"

"Do I need to avoid it?"

"Need not."

Fan Qingfeng walked to Li Yan's bedside and suddenly looked at each other.

Just like that day half a year ago.

He did not have the aspiration or hostility of Li Yan, and he just said it gently.

"I still remember you said that you came to fight for your life."

"I still remember you saying that having capital is a minority of the benefits of writers."

"I still remember you saying that every word you write is changing the future."

"I still remember you saying that you hate 90% of the books now. You are unwilling to accept it, you are unwilling to accept it."

"You have to win over those who hate them, beat those who hate them, and make the future worthy of liking."

"Does these count?"

Li Yan had already cried.

What the hell did I say?

What a chattering chatter!!

"Oh..." Wu Xinyao sighed, "I don't care."

After talking, he pulled out of the ward and hit the door to death.

Li Yan nodded.

"count."

Teacher Fan, smiled.

"In the end, you said "Fallen and Rebirth" will never pass the first day, and you will never beat me."

"Only this sentence is wrong completely."

"The Wall of the Classic Works, published on September 1."

"I know I'll lose."

"But it doesn't affect my full strength."

"I still want to write the most orthodox and wonderful literature."

"Wild Dog."

"I'm here again."

"The most thorough and most bursting game."

"I'm right here."

"Are you here?"

Li Yan just covered his eyes and poked out his right fist silently, "Teacher Fan, this is what happened..."

Fan Qingfeng raised his fist and burst out laughing loudly: "You and I don't have to show mercy!"

"That's all..."

"You and I will return to the original story!"

"Hahaha……"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

While laughing, Fan Qingfeng waved his hand and left.

The ward was empty, as if he had never been there.

But he has left behind the most precious things.

What a wild dog once left to him.

The most important thing for a writer

soul.

How powerful is the spirit?

It is so big that people can fall, and make your favorite things the most hateful things until you vomit.

How powerful is the spirit?

It is so big that it can make people reborn and give the most powerful power to the most broken body, boiling in one second.

How powerful is the spirit?

Big enough to tear the horizon!!!

Come back.

The nearly dead soul is back.

I'm a wild dog, a writer.

Aspiration to change the future.

...

In front of the ward.

Fan Qingfeng should have said goodbye to Wu Xinyao.

But I saw an overly young and beautiful girl dragging her suitcase and lowering her head in front of Wu Xinyao.

Well, the atmosphere is not right.

Teacher Fan did not laugh, and lowered his head, and he wanted to get out of his pocket.

The girl saw him.

"Teacher Fan, thank you." She bowed slightly.

"Oh?" Fan Qingfeng turned his head freely when he heard this voice, "It's you..."
To be continued...