They are all using their own ways to touch upon those living, breathing people, and those painful realities.
"Zhenyun, you did the right thing by guarding the goal."
But times have changed, and so has the world outside the door.
You can't just stay in your own little corner of the world and treat every bit of fresh air that tries to break in as a monster.
Gu Changfeng pushed the name tag back to Fang Zhenyun, his tone heavy.
"Even a gatekeeper sometimes has to look back."
What I'm guarding—is it a treasure trove or a tomb?
...
Fang Zhenyun snapped out of his thoughts.
Looking at his haggard reflection in the glass, he shook his head bitterly.
"Xiao Chen."
"Yes, I'm here."
“Cancel the entire crackdown plan that targeted ‘Dream Weaver’ and ‘Insightful’.”
Xiao Chen was taken aback:
"They withdrew?"
But Teacher Fang, we've been preparing for this for months, even the drafts..."
Fang Zhenyun waved his hand, interrupting his assistant.
He slowly turned around, his back appearing somewhat hunched in the morning light.
Then he shook his head with a bitter smile, a look of helplessness at the impending doom.
"Let's withdraw."
Fang Zhenyun's voice was weak, as if all his strength had been drained.
"What Elder Gu and the others saw was what they called hope and a lifeline..."
He looked out the window at the bustling traffic, his eyes filled with malice.
"But what I saw was the collapse of the rules, and the pain of the fire burning myself!"
He wasn't oblivious to the warning in Gu Changfeng's words, but he understood even more clearly...
When wildfires are given the name of hope,
It was no longer a spark that could be easily extinguished, but a wildfire that had received official tacit approval.
"If you keep blocking the way, it's not guarding the gate, it's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."
He added a bitter sentence, as if speaking to Xiao Chen, but also as if speaking to himself.
"Wait until the fire reaches the signboard of 'October' before retreating."
That would be... even uglier!
...
G118 train.
Business class carriage.
The temperature inside the carriage was kept constant at 24 degrees Celsius, and a faint fragrance permeated the air.
It isolates the rapidly receding southern Jiangsu outside the window from another world.
Shen Qingqiu leaned back in the large leather chair, holding a cup of warm lemonade in her hands.
She still feels a sense of unreality, like she's walking on cotton.
Just last night, she was still worried terribly that her students might be blacklisted throughout the province.
And now, the "perpetrator" is sitting diagonally across from her.
He adjusted the seat to fully reclined mode, covered his face with a magazine,
They slept so soundly, without a care in the world.
Next to Lin Que sat Zhao Zichen, the usually arrogant top student.
He was holding a small notebook at the moment.
While stealing glances at Lin Que, he frantically jotted down something.
This morning he heard the news that Lin Que had become a member of the Provincial Writers Association.
I was so shocked that I couldn't eat anything all morning.
"Lin Que".
Shen Qingqiu finally couldn't hold back any longer and put down her water glass.
His voice carried complex emotions.
"Don't you have anything to say?"
A muffled sound came from under the magazine:
"Teacher, I am currently engaged in deep literary brainstorming, please do not disturb me."
"Stop pretending to be asleep."
Shen Qingqiu's voice became more serious.
"You are now an honorary member of the Provincial Writers Association."
Did you know that what seems like a 'protective charm' is also a 'shackle'?
Lin Que removed the magazine from his face; his eyes showed no sign of sleepiness, he was wide awake.
He understood Shen Qingqiu's concerns.
He was also aware of the so-called "shackles".
But having lived two lives, he understood one principle best:
So-called rules and constraints only apply to the weak.
What Gu Changfeng and Liang Wenyu gave him was not a constraint, but a key that could unlock greater resources.
Lin Que revealed a sleepy face and yawned:
"Teacher, you're overthinking it."
This thing is like a certificate of merit from school; it looks nice to put on the wall, but you can't eat it.
If you really want to describe what kind of shackles it are, they're made of gold.
If anyone tries to use the rules to cause trouble for me in the future, they'll have to think twice about the weight of these shackles, right?
See, this saves you the trouble of writing my appeal materials later, doesn't it?
Shen Qingqiu's lips twitched.
This kid always has that ability to spout twisted logic that's impossible to refute.
Just then, the quiet atmosphere in the carriage was suddenly broken by a series of urgent announcements.
That was the notification sound that Shen Qingqiu's phone was paying special attention to.
Not only Shen Qingqiu, but also several young passengers in the back row who were playing on their phones, exclaimed in surprise almost simultaneously.
Holy crap! It's been updated!
"It's finally here!!"
Shen Qingqiu's heart skipped a beat.
Who else could it be but that "madman" who you both love and hate?
She quickly opened the Hongguo Reading app.
Sure enough, the black and red avatar still exuded a sense of oppression.
【The Dream Weaver of Hell】posted a new update.
There were no lengthy reflections.
There was no response to the previous literary controversy, not even a single superfluous word.
There is only a black background image.
The lettering above is in blood red.
Eight large characters were written in extremely messy handwriting—
New Book Announcement:
Soul Ferry
...
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