A widower's entertainment

Chapter 66 [Why is this widower so good at writing about love] (please follow up)

Beijing, "People's Literature" magazine.

Although they are all comrades in the same trench, after reading the draft, naturally they cannot give in.

How can I give in at this time?

Zhang Wei still snatched Lin Youcheng's manuscript from other editors. This was the writer he had been asking to write. After finally getting the manuscript, how could he let others read it first?

Even if Zhang Wei gets the manuscript, other editors also want to see Lin Youcheng's manuscript and what the latest work will be like after "The Devotion of Suspect X".

"Okay, you'd better read your manuscript first."

Editor-in-chief Wang Meng saw other editors gathered around Zhang Wei, all looking at the letter Zhang Wei was opening, and couldn't help but said: "Go and read your manuscript."

Having said that, the editor-in-chief Wang Meng was close to Zhang Wei and looked at the manuscript that Zhang Wei took out.

It was a thick piece of grid paper. Judging from the thickness, it looked like a novella. The handwriting on it was neat, and the title of the book at the beginning clearly read two words——

"love letter".

"love letter?"

Wang Meng was very surprised when he saw these two words in the title of the book and said: "The name of Lin Youcheng's new novel is actually called "Love Letter"."

The other editors next to him were already curious, and they all stretched their heads to look around. Now that they heard the words of the chief editor Wang Meng, they were naturally even more curious.

Everyone was itching to be the first to read Lin Youcheng's novel.

What surprised every editor the most was that the name of the novel was actually "Love Letter"!

"'Love Letter'? The name of this novel seems to be about love."

"Yeah, I didn't expect Lin Youcheng to write about love."

"I wonder what kind of love story it will be? Lin Youcheng's love story is really unique."

"Comrade Lin Youcheng seems to particularly like writing about love!"

"I heard that his wife died last year and he is now a widower. It seems that he really loves his wife. Otherwise, why would he always like to write about love?"

"Yes, it was after his wife died that he started writing novels. I don't know if it was really because of his wife that he kept writing stories about love."

"Love is very good. Life is precious, but love is even more valuable."

"The key point is that the love written by Comrade Lin Youcheng is so touching. Whether it is "Love at the Hawthorn Tree" or "The Devotion of Suspect X", they are so unforgettable that people cannot let go."

"I really want to know what this "love letter" is about now."

……

Although no one has read Lin Youcheng's "Love Letter" yet, the editors in the office are also discussing this novel one by one.

In their opinion, Lin Youcheng's "Love Letter" should be about love, otherwise why would it be called "Love Letter".

There were even other editors who smiled and said directly to Zhang Wei, "Comrade Zhang Wei, Comrade Lin Youcheng is sending you a love letter."

"Yes, this is a veritable "Love Letter"!"

Zhang Wei did not listen to the discussions of other editors. He just couldn't wait to read the latest story written by Lin Youcheng called "Love Letter".

Although the editor-in-chief Wang Meng was also very curious about Lin Youcheng's "Love Letter", he did not stay aside to read it. He did not want to disturb Zhang Wei, so he walked away.

In fact, he was wondering in his heart, if Lin Youcheng wrote about love, would it limit himself too much?

Of course, some authors are good at a particular genre.

But it is obvious that Lin Youcheng does not limit himself to genre themes. Like the scar literature in the front and the mystery literature in the back, although they are all about love, they are completely different kinds of love.

Zhang Wei didn't have those complicated thoughts. At this moment, he was already reading this "Love Letter" written by Lin Youcheng, and gradually walked into the story. He began to know that the story was caused by a misunderstanding of the same name. Through a strange address, everything was intertwined. The letters sent to heaven brought about time travel.

Zhang Wei was immersed in the story. He did not expect that it would be such a touching story. He always shuttled between the memories and reality of the story, and saw two girls running with different destinies.

Two girls with the same appearance, strangers to each other, started a spiritual relationship just because they shared the memory of the same deceased person.

The cause is so bizarre, yet so subtly beautiful.

The simple and short sentence in Lin Hui's letter, "How are you? I'm fine." tied the whole story together.

The snow outside didn’t know when it started to fall. It fell on the eaves, on the treetops, and on Zhang Wei’s still young heart. At that moment, Zhang Wei’s heart was like Spring is rippling.

The snow in winter is gentle and the heart of spring is rippling.

It is so moving and the delicate words seem to have a sense of pictures, playing the memories and present of the story in Zhang Wei's heart scene by scene.

This is so beautiful and touching!

Yes, it was such a beautiful and touching story, full of sadness but full of meaning of life, that deeply moved Zhang Wei.

Such beauty even made him completely forget to examine the story from an editor's perspective.

Zhang Wei really had a complicated emotion that he didn't know how to describe. Looking at the words, he felt his heart beating——

Yang Shu didn't know what was going on and turned the card over casually.

She had nothing to say.

That was a portrait of her in middle school.

She suddenly realized that they were peeking at her expression with relish.

She pretended to be calm while trying to put the card in her pocket. Unfortunately, the apron she liked didn't have a pocket on the top or bottom.

……

This secret love that spanned so many years was finally known to another Yang Shu.

It was a secret love as silent and silent as a snow-capped mountain. Underneath the tranquility was a surging undercurrent, a rolling blazing volcano.

When Zhang Wei saw this, he really felt as if his heart had been severely touched, giving him an indescribable feeling all over his body. The complicated emotions remained in his heart for a long time and could not be calmed down.

At the end of the story, Lin Hui looked up at the sky. White snowflakes were falling endlessly from the colorless and transparent sky. It was so beautiful that it was beyond words.

The poplar who died in the snowy mountain probably saw the same sky at the last moment.

"I'm very good."

"How are you?"

Even death, even farewell, is such a poetic picture, so how can such a description not move people.

Looking at this poetic text that is full of pictures, Zhang Wei's spring heart that has never grown old also started to stir crazily. This indescribable feeling is really too complicated, making him indescribable, surprised, sour, and moved. Unexpected, beautiful, sad...

I want to say something, but I don’t know where to start. It might just end up being——

I really want to curse.

Fuck, how can this widower be so good at writing about love?

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(End of this chapter)