Shangxian is poisonous

Chapter 207 The Author's Statement

I turned on the computer out of boredom, and accidentally saw a topic on the Internet, an unforgettable memory, and the emotions in the memory were like overturned old vinegar rendering my heart, and my thoughts gradually drifted away.

I am an Internet writer, but my readers are pitifully small, and almost no one pays attention to a small writer who has just made his debut with mediocre writing.

When I was almost disappointed, a book friend named Qianxia appeared. She paid attention to each of my works, and would seriously write a series of comments in the book review column. I think that the greatest support for a writer is seriousness. After reading his words, I was discouraged and saw a glimmer of hope. I started to insist on writing, and I didn’t update the article every day. I saw her in the reader group of the website before. The profile picture was a delicate long-haired girl, so I clicked on the friend request , Later I found out that I was in the same city as her.She is a very approachable girl. We chat about the plot of novels, literature, and hobbies, just like friends who talk about everything.

During the summer vacation, I took a two-hour car ride to the town where my grandmother lived. The air was filled with hot air. My grandmother’s house had no air conditioner or refrigerator. I went to a small market not far away to buy a piece of watermelon to relieve the heat. The person is very kind. As soon as I walked over, he greeted me with a smile: "Little sister, you came just in time. Our watermelon is cold and thirst-quenching. I'll get you the coldest one. There are exactly two pieces left. I will give this to you." Yes, come here often."

I thanked her and sat in the shade with a piece of watermelon in my hands and gnawed it. A long-haired girl was squatting in the corner opposite, and two blond-haired boys pointed at her as if saying something, and scratched her hair.Those two boys were obviously not kind, so I walked over, picked up my phone and said loudly, "Stop it, I'll call the police if you don't."

The two boys glared at me and left unwillingly, "Are you okay?" I walked over, and the girl straightened her messy hair, revealing a familiar delicate and fair face, "Qianxia, ​​is that you?" I was surprised to call out her screen name, because her picture is no different from hers, and her delicate temperament is easy to recognize.She looked at me with surprise, but left without saying a word.I didn't expect that we would meet by chance. I didn't know anything about her. I always thought she should be studying in school like me, but she acted and dressed as if she had entered the society.

I quickly opened QQ, and quickly typed a string of words "Qianxia, ​​you are a person with a story." The signal in the village is not very good, and after watching the network for a long time, the message finally sent out.

The summer night is very cool, the wind blows across the skin, and there are bursts of comfortable coolness. I waited for a long time, and when I thought she would not reply to me again, the phone vibrated a few times.

"My parents and Ben didn't care about me, so I dropped out of school early, and then I learned to smoke and drink. I became a scum in society, and people looked down on me and said I didn't learn well."

"Later, I saw your novel by chance, and I seemed to see another self in it, and saw your love for words, which resonated with my heart and brought back the dream I had almost abandoned - to be a writer , I began to want to cheer up and face up to life. I really hope to describe such a beautiful world with a pen like you. The beautiful things will always last forever, and the ugly will eventually disappear. But I can’t pick up the pen because my soul has fallen. So I would like to support you, Sadako, do you know that big rape bush in the east? There are a lot of fireflies there, as if hiding an Alice in Wonderland..."

The moonlight was very bright that night. I savagely got into the rapeseed bushes, holding the obstructing rapeseed with both hands. I saw a familiar figure sitting there in the open space, and I sat down next to her generously. : "Hi!" Then she looked at me and I looked at her, looking at each other speechlessly, we couldn't hold back the "puchi" moment, we both laughed at the same time.

The sky is as clear as water, the stars are shining in the water, and the green night fireflies are floating around us, with swaying rapeseed on the head, just like a small forest.We talked a lot afterwards, she is a very gifted writer, that night we made up a fairy tale called "The Angel Hidden in the Forest"

Later, we co-wrote many short stories, but the fairy tale we made up orally that night was not written or published. We are the most tacit partners in writing. We all have a common dream and we support each other. Encouraging each other, I often write late into the night together, and struggle together against the dawn.

I don't know how long it has passed, but her profile picture has never been lit up again, and her shadow has disappeared from the book review column. I have gone to the countryside many times, but I have never found her again. In this way, she gradually faded out of my world over time. , Even the unresolved sadness in my heart was brought into the depths of my memory.

I went to college and went to another city. In my freshman year, I never saw her again, and never heard from her again.

Once again, I saw a book "The Angel Hidden in the Forest" on the best-selling bookshelf of the bookstore. The author is Yixi. She is a delicate girl with a bright smile. Her facial features have lost the childishness of the past, and she looks so beautiful Confidence, there is a section in the book about her experience, a story she and another girl co-created in the rape bushes, she wrote at the end of the article, in my heart, in my self-defeating years, it is you The article ignited my dream again. Later, I met you. With your encouragement, I started to create. The days of writing with you are my happiest memories. No matter where you are now, I am still blessing you from afar you.

I closed the book, and the sun shone on my face with warmth. Thank you for your company on the original creative road, which gave me the courage to firmly embark on this road of hope. I hope every creator’s forest has An angel, no matter how big the obstacles are in front of him, he can still gain great courage.

(End of this chapter)