A widower's entertainment

Chapter 220 [Incredible Love] (Please subscribe)
Beijing, Xinghua Hutong.

Although Lin Youcheng has been busy writing scripts, whether it is the TV series script of "The Wind" or the movie script of "Tengu", Zhang Wei has not stopped contacting Lin Youcheng.

You must know that even though Lin Youcheng has not written a new novel for a long time, Lin Youcheng has always been a prolific writer in the eyes of editors and has a strong creative passion. Zhang Wei has always asked Lin Youcheng about new manuscripts. plan.

Zhang Wei was promoted to the director of the editorial department at "People's Literature", where he assisted the chief editor in his work and was specifically responsible for a certain aspect of editorial affairs, such as column setting, manuscript organization, etc.

But even if he was promoted, Zhang Wei did not stop being an editor and lost Lin Youcheng, the writer he had brought out personally. On the contrary, because of his promotion, Zhang Wei also hoped to unearth better literary works.

Zhang Wei came to visit Xinghua Hutong and was quite familiar with him. The children were also very familiar with Zhang Wei when they saw him.

"Mama Song, are you successful?"

Zhang Wei came in and saw the children outside in the yard, and the nanny Song Ma was drying dried radishes, and couldn't help but ask.

Song Ma pointed to the room and said, "I'm writing something."

As soon as Zhang Wei heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up. He hurriedly walked out of the main room and directly entered Lin Youcheng's study. When he saw Lin Youcheng sitting at the desk and writing seriously, he stopped. He retreated outside the house again, thinking not to disturb Lin Youcheng at this time.

Zhang Wei stepped back and was about to go out when he saw Lin Youcheng getting up and turned to see him.

"Director Zhang, when did you come?"

Lin Youcheng saw Zhang Wei and joked with a smile. He also knew that Zhang Wei had been promoted to director.

"Don't call me that, I can't stand the sound of Director."

"What do you mean, you want me to call you Chief Editor Zhang?"

Zhang Wei didn't answer Lin Youcheng's words, and looked at the manuscript on Lin Youcheng's desk unconsciously. The thick grid paper looked like a manuscript, and asked: "What are you writing? "

Although he asked this question, Zhang Wei's eyes revealed that he wanted to be sure, that he wanted to know whether Lin Youcheng was writing a new manuscript.

When Lin Youcheng saw Zhang Wei looking at the manuscript on the table, he couldn't help but said: "I'm writing a new novel."

"Really?"

Zhang Wei was very surprised. He walked quickly to Lin Youcheng and asked, "Are you really writing a new manuscript?"

"What story?"

"But it must be published in our "People's Literature"!"

"Readers are really looking forward to your new novel. From time to time, readers will write to ask why our "People's Literature" has not published your work."

Lin Youcheng didn't expect that his words would lead to so many replies from Zhang Wei. He couldn't help but feel a little funny, and then said: "This novel may not be published by your People's Literature magazine."

"why is that?"

When Zhang Wei heard Lin Youcheng's words, he suddenly felt confused and asked, "What story is he writing this time?"

Zhang Wei didn't understand why Lin Youcheng said that "People's Literature" might not publish this novel, which naturally made him very curious.

"Could it be a story from that particularly sensitive period?" Lin Youcheng shook his head, picked up the manuscript on the desk and handed it to Zhang Wei, saying, "You'll know after you read it."

Zhang Wei had long wanted to take the manuscript and read it directly, but he still waited for Lin Youcheng to hand it to him before taking it and preparing to read it. Then he saw the title of the novel clearly written on the top line of the first page of the manuscript. ——

"The Time Traveler's Wife"!
"The time traveler...'s wife?"

Zhang Wei was stunned for a moment when he saw the name of this novel, because the name was so strange.

Zhang Wei looked at Lin Youcheng and asked: "Time traveler? Youcheng, your novel——?"

Although Zhang Wei's ranking of "Time Traveler" felt a bit strange to him, as a person in the literary circle, he also knew the word "science fiction".

It can be said that the title of the novel written by Lin Youcheng was even more surprising than the title of Lin Youcheng's "The Devotion of Suspect X" when he first saw it.

Zhang Wei thought about what Lin Youcheng said just now. "People's Literature" may not necessarily publish this novel. Could it be a real science fiction novel?
Lin Youcheng saw Zhang Wei's surprise and said with a smile: "You should read it first and then talk about it later."

When Zhang Wei heard Lin Youcheng's words, he took the manuscript, walked to a chair aside and sat down, and began to read "The Time Traveler's Wife" written by Lin Youcheng seriously.

Although Zhang Wei was surprised by the word "time traveler", he was also curious about the word "wife" after it, because these two words seemed to reveal that the story might be about a wife and about love.

In this way, Zhang Wei read this story.

Just watching like that, Lin Youcheng didn't bother Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei flipped through page after page, and then met the time traveler named Fang Hui, and also met the time traveler's wife.

"...

Jiang Xue sat down at Fang Hui's desk, opened the drawer, took out a stack of letters and paper, and started reading.

Wait until I die to open this letter

My dearest Jiang Xue:
As I write this, I’m sitting at my desk in the back bedroom, walking through the blue nighttime snow in my backyard. I suddenly had the urge to write you a letter. I want to leave you with something after that. I feel that time is getting less and less. All my energy, joy, and patience were thinned out and reduced to the point where I felt like I couldn’t sustain it for much longer. I know you understand...

I may be dead by the time you read this (I say probably because no one knows what else will happen, and to declare death outright is not only foolish but arrogant) about my death - I hope it It's simple, clear, and unambiguous, and I don't want it to cause too much confusion. I'm very sorry……

Jiang Xue, I want to tell you again that I love you.

......"

Zhang Wei read this novel with an moved face. It was really incredible to him. Contrary to what it appeared on the surface, this was a very ancient love story, incredible and uniquely charming.

Zhang Wei saw the last letter that Fang Hui left for Jiang Xue, and kept staring at the last sentence.

Magic and touching, these two experiences merged together, creating a wonderful chemical reaction in Zhang Wei's heart.

Zhang Wei was completely silent. He felt a little uncomfortable, but also very moved. That was the last sentence. He looked at that last sentence repeatedly——

"It's getting dark now and I'm tired. I love you forever and ever. Time is nothing."

(End of this chapter)