She simply covered his fist with her warm palm, placed it in front of her lips, and blew gently.
"This is the ritual of making a wish in Rowsa - after making a wish, put your fist in front of your mouth and blow."
"In this way, invisible good luck will befall us."
They looked out the window together.
The sky was blue and there seemed to be stars in my sister's eyes.
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…
"...Is that the hot new dark horse recently, Si Que?"
“…So handsome.”
"... a man from a poor and remote village who has become a relative of the bridge, I think his writing is just average."
At the book signing event, when you appeared, you received countless compliments, but also some unfriendly looks.
You sit down calmly and sign books one by one.
"...I, I really like your book "The Jellyfish's Way Home". I really like the kind butterflies and the mysterious rabbits in it..." A shy girl handed over the book.
"Jellyfish's Journey Home" is the first story you published. The protagonist is a jellyfish wearing a red cape. He accidentally drifted to a strange place, so he carried an oil lamp through the forest, step by step towards the sea and his hometown. On the way, he met twelve animals with different temperaments and experienced various adventures. Because it is a serialized story, you haven't thought about the final ending of the jellyfish yet.
"...Can the boy in the red cloak return home successfully?" A boy with an expectant look on his face handed over the book.
“Maybe?” you replied, signing.
"...Mai Zique, will you write another story?" A middle-aged woman's face flushed.
“Maybe?” You continue signing.
"...Can you write a message for me? Just write 'I wish Sasha good luck in the college entrance examination'..." a female student said shyly.
“Okay.” You let a smile appear on your lips.
It turns out that being loved is such a happy thing.
Listening to their heartfelt praise, you feel happy, just like a child who has achieved success for the first time and whose life value has been affirmed.
A story that can bring people joy, resonance, and feelings is enough to make you feel no regrets. The boring creative process, the exhausting late nights, the burning investment...seems to have paid off.
But you can't help but hear the negative voices.
"...I don't think it should be written like this!" It was the turn of a young man. He pointed out all the things he thought were unreasonable and said excitedly: "With so many loopholes, what kind of creator are you? Go home and drink milk!"
You cast your eyes down, read the part he pointed out, and said calmly: "Unfortunately, you are wrong. These all have corresponding explanations."
"...You are so young, how can you have achieved such great success?" A middle-aged man came to the line and said coldly: "I don't believe you are this old! Luowasha has a lot of disguise props, you may be someone else's vest, deliberately marketing the image of a young genius!"
"..." You smiled and didn't refute. His emotions were extremely high, as if he had determined this truth and was judging you directly in his heart.
"...You must have a team behind you, otherwise how could you be so popular in the royal city?" A girl came to the line, she pointed at you, and said, "Why do so many people help you promote? Draw your portrait? You are just using your good looks to promote the fan circle here! It's better to make money in the fan circle!"
"..." You held your chin, not saying anything.
People don’t care about being right or the truth itself. What they care about more is “whether the truth is on the same side as them.”
If they are, they will accept the truth and show off their support. If they are not, they will try to cover their ears and steal the bell, or use more bizarre logic to explain the truth they believe in to avoid embarrassing themselves.
Indulging in ignorant enthusiasm, constantly ruminating on the truth that one believes in, and unilaterally accusing others of "guilt", as if this can make oneself appear more sober.
As long as the pleasure and hatred of judging others continues to deepen within the small group, the group will become more united and believe that they are not wrong - many groups adhere to this method of ruling, causing individuals to gradually lose their clear cognition.
After the book signing, you came to the banquet hall, which was a party held by Princess Esdani.
Many creators gathered together and toasted each other.
You didn't want to participate in this kind of occasion, but your Wangcheng classmate Yongchun pulled your sleeve and whispered:
"These are all very famous literary predecessors, some of whom started writing forty years earlier than you. If you can get a word or two of praise from them, it will be good for your future. If you can connect with them, it will greatly enhance your fame."
You feel puzzled: "Creation should just focus on creation, why bother with all this?"
"Hey." Yongchun waved his hands. "The truly noble great artists would have starved to death long ago! Without connections, resources, platforms, and promotion, they are nothing! So what if you write well? Can you always write well? Once you finish this book, the next one may not be. You have to maintain your fame, right?"
“As long as the quality is good,” you said.
"Hehe." Yongchun shook his head. "This is not the era of 'good wine needs no bush'. Your book is just catching up with the trend. People now prefer to read casual adventure stories like yours, but once the trend fades, will they still like you? Look at those great artists who were famous ten years ago. How many of them are still famous now?"
If you think about it carefully, it seems to be true.
However, you are still young and you hope you have the capital to not give in.
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