A widower's entertainment

Chapter 265 [What kind of love will it be] (Subscribe)
Beijing, Lu Xun Academy of Literature.

Although authors like Lin Youcheng do not have many courses at the Lu Xun Academy of Literature, this does not mean that Lin Youcheng only needs to give lectures, because after all, it is a creative class, so naturally there will be creation. For this reason, the Academy of Literature will also let well-known writers like Lin Youcheng comment on student works.

"Xie Shuhua, what do you think? What did Lin Youcheng think of your novel?"

Cheng Hong put aside her teacher's comments on her manuscript and couldn't help but be curious about what Lin Youcheng thought of Xie Shuhua's manuscript.

"I've written so much. I'm afraid it's only three pages."

Cheng Hong was a little surprised when she saw Lin Youcheng's review manuscript for Xie Shuhua. She didn't expect it to be such a long review.

When Xie Shuhua heard Cheng Hong's words, her face slightly raised, and there was also a light of joy in her eyes. She blinked and looked carefully at the review Lin Youcheng wrote for her. She read the review's thoughts on literature, as well as his encouragement and admonitions to her, and said with great care, "He read my manuscript very carefully."

"You also read his novel very carefully."

Cheng Hong knew that Xie Shuhua really liked Lin Youcheng's works. The desk in the dormitory was filled with Lin Youcheng's novels. When talking about literary works, Xie Shuhua would always mention his appreciation and love for Lin Youcheng's works.

"Because the novels he wrote are really wonderful, I can say that his works have had a profound impact on me. It is because of him that I am determined to pursue the path of literature."

Cheng Hong nodded and said with a smile: "I like his novels very much, but to be honest, apart from those novels on war themes, I like Lin Youcheng the most, and he is also the best at writing about love."

What Cheng Hong said should be a fact recognized by the literary circle.

"Tell me, if he likes writing about love so much, why has he never remarried?"

Hearing Cheng Hong ask this question, Xie Shuhua's eyes flickered, his expression was a little unnatural, he glanced at the snow outside the window, and whispered: "I don't know, maybe he still loves his wife."

"You have a point, but his wife has been dead for five years. Even if Lin Youcheng remarried, no one would say anything. I heard that he has six children, and considering his age, this may be the reason why he has never remarried."

"If there is true love, then even if you are older or have children, it won't have any impact."

"Just like the love described by Lin Youcheng, neither time nor space can block love. When two people are together, love transcends everything."

Xie Shuhua spoke very seriously with a light in her eyes. She truly yearned for the love described by Lin Youcheng, and also wanted to get closer to the person who wrote these touching love stories.

Cheng Hong agreed with Xie Shuhua's serious words and murmured, "You are right. If you are together for love, you shouldn't care about other things. You should just be together for love."

Cheng Hong turned her head and her eyes met Yu Hua's. She moved away as if nothing had happened, and then saw Xie Shuhua looking at the snow outside the window. Thinking of what Xie Shuhua had just said, she couldn't help but asked with a smile, "Shuhua, do you like Lin Youcheng?"

Xie Shuhua didn't expect Cheng Hong to ask this question suddenly, which caught her off guard. She said in a panic, "What are you talking about!"

"I'm just asking. I just think you often mention the love novels written by Lin Youcheng and Lin Youcheng." "If you really like him, you should pursue him."

After hearing Cheng Hong's words, the panic on Xie Shuhua's face gradually disappeared. It seemed that he was really thinking about what Cheng Hong said. His eyes flickered, but he said, "Don't say it. I like his work."

Obviously, when Xie Shuhua said this, her heart was pounding. She herself was not sure why she was so nervous. It seemed that she knew that she was denying some other thoughts in her heart.

But she also felt that such an idea was real.

Otherwise, why would she feel her cheeks getting hot even though it was still winter?

Cheng Hong could see that Xie Shuhua was saying one thing and thinking another, but she also knew that Xie Shuhua was the only one who knew the truth about this matter. Even though she had just pointed out Xie Shuhua's inner thoughts, it was just a denial.

Cheng Hong did not ask Xie Shuhua what she thought, but just smiled and said: "The love stories written by Lin Youcheng are really touching. I wonder what kind of love novels Lin Youcheng will write after "The Untouchable Lover"."

This is what Cheng Hong is really curious about.

She was really curious about what kind of love story Lin Youcheng would write next. Of course, as a reader, she liked all the novels published by Lin Youcheng, whether they were about love or not.

More importantly, Cheng Hong also admires Lin Youcheng very much. Love has always been an important element in Lin Youcheng's novels, but as for this important element, Lin Youcheng has always been a lonely widower. In the writing of such a widower, the element of love has never been monotonous and repetitive, but vivid and full of vitality, which amazes and moves people every time.

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She was really curious about what kind of rich love world Lin Youcheng had in his heart.
Will the senior writer Lin Youcheng still write new love stories when he becomes a white-haired old man?

Cheng Hong thought her idea was a little funny. Of course, it was just a fleeting thought as a reader. She was more curious about what kind of love story would be in Lin Youcheng's next novel.

When Xie Shuhua heard Cheng Hong change the subject and mentioned Lin Youcheng's next novel, her heart gradually calmed down and her thoughts were temporarily buried, just like being buried by heavy snow. However, when spring comes and the ice and snow melt, all the hidden thoughts will reappear, because what was hidden in the heart did not disappear.

"Yeah, I'm just as curious. I wonder what kind of love he can write about."

"In fact, no matter what kind of love it is, as long as it is about love, we sometimes don't need to have such a complicated understanding of love."

"Yes, I suddenly feel that no matter what the love stories written by Lin Youcheng are, they are all so pure and simple."

"Yes, this may also conform to the universal law of love, just like the snow falling here, no one can tell when it will start, but it will start to snow when the time comes."

It will rain when the time comes?
Xie Shuhua looked at the white snow outside the window. When it was snowing, he was thinking of someone. Is this love?

(End of this chapter)