"Come to think of it, I do seem to have been too caught up in suffering before."
"Editor-in-chief, will readers accept this chapter after it's published?"
Xu Lan wiped away her tears, her voice nasal.
"We need to make sure they can't accept it!"
Wang De'an stood up, his eyes revealing a fierce look.
"Jian Shen's knife was accurate and ruthless."
It struck right at the heart of those people hiding in their comfort zones.
At 10:00 AM, the "New Tide" APP was updated on time.
The Ferryman: The Final Chapter - Return.
The reader groups and comment sections, which had been silent all night,
Within half an hour of the update, things completely exploded.
Readers who were prepared to be stabbed and bleed profusely...
When they saw that unexpected ending, they were collectively speechless.
[Comments Section]
[Midnight knocking]: I thought it was a bad ending, but you gave me a happy ending?
But this happy ending is even more heartbreaking than the tragic ending! Jian Shen, you owe me tears...
[A Cloak of Mist and Rain]: I've read books about life and death, and they either describe the separation of the living and the dead or reincarnation.
This is the only book that makes me feel that "living" itself is the greatest miracle.
That "Hi" was absolutely divine.
[Jiangcheng's Deepest Affection]: The person upstairs is right.
I used to think the ferryman was a god, but now I realize that Dylan is Tristan's ferryman.
She transformed a soulless shell into a person with flesh and blood.
This plot twist is amazing!
[Old Scholar]: This is more than just a reversal.
Did everyone notice?
The author of "The Ferryman" emphasizes the importance of "unyielding obsession" in his novel "The Ferryman".
In "The Ferryman," Jian Shen wrote that "love can flow against the current."
One of these two writers captured the helplessness of death, while the other captured the courage of life.
That's terrifying...
[A netizen eating cantaloupe]: After watching the ending, do you really want to call the person you like?
Even just saying "Hi".
Xu Lan scrolled through the rapidly increasing data in the backend, looking at the heartfelt and lengthy comments, then turned to look at Wang De'an:
"Editor-in-chief, this data..."
Wang De'an stood by the window, looking down at the bustling street below, and exhaled a smoke ring.
"Jian Shen, oh Jian Shen, what exactly have you been through?"
How could one write with this sense of living towards death?
...
It was 1 p.m. at Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School.
After finishing his lunch, Lin Que leisurely strolled back to school.
At this time of day, the classroom would usually be filled with students catching up on sleep.
Either they're cramming like crazy right before the exam.
But today, the atmosphere is very strange.
A heavy atmosphere filled the classroom, and a few suppressed sobs could be faintly heard.
As soon as Lin Que entered, he saw that the eyes of several girls in the front row were as red as rabbits'.
The table was piled high with wads of tissues used to wipe away tears.
Even Luo Ji, the physics class representative who usually loves to show off his problems during lunch break,
He was staring blankly at his phone, looking utterly bewildered.
"What's wrong?"
Lin Que asked the question knowingly, and pulled out a chair to sit down.
"Teacher Jian Shen... is too ruthless."
Zhang Ya slammed her phone down on the table, sniffed, and her voice trembled with tears.
"Based on Mr. Jian Shen's previous narrative style, I thought..."
Tristan is definitely dead. I'm already prepared to send the editorial department razor blades.
And then… he came back.
Her deskmate, Xu Xinqi, was one of the top five students in the class.
Next week is the final exam, and unusually, I haven't been doing any practice questions.
She held her phone in her hand, the screen lit up with the ending of "The Ferryman".
The person just stared blankly out the window.
Lin Que pulled out a chair and sat down, burying his face in his arms.
No one saw that the corners of his mouth, hidden beneath the sleeves of his school uniform, were turning up in a wild grin.
My shoulders were twitching from trying to hold back my laughter.
To outsiders, it really did look like she was overwhelmed with grief.
"Sigh, even Lin Que is crying like this. It seems that Teacher Jian Shen's fate is sealed..."
Whispers came from the desk behind me.
Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket.
He peeked out from under the table; on the screen...
The irritable "rabbit smashing the piano" avatar is jumping around.
[Beethoven on the run]: [Crying uncontrollably][Crying uncontrollably][Crying uncontrollably]
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