Chapter 157 give me the last tenderness
Many years ago, my little reader, A Ming, wrote me a letter with correct handwriting and polite people.I wrote back a few lines.At that time, he was still in middle school, and in a blink of an eye, he was admitted to the best medical school in Taiwan.
I'm not the kind of person that everyone loves, but I live a good life, and it hurts some people's hearts.
The Internet is a good invention that helps humans communicate. Like dynamite, it was very good.I write, sell words for money, who do I owe?There are some so-called small circles on the Internet, people in the circle seem to know me very well, and when they are free, they hide their heads and show their tails, venting their blood feuds and feuds. The accusations are all kinds of strange, including:
Disrespectful, cheap, vulgar, immature writing, outrageous words, obsessive, fame-seeking, scum, plagiarism, rot, self-blasphemy, self-proclaimed underappreciated, claiming to be a modern writer, relying on cats to get rich, old age and pretending to be an angry youth, etc. Wait.
Most of them were right, and one or two were false accusations.
I have always looked down on those people and those things, so I don't bother to pay attention to them.
Later, I found out that whenever A Ming encountered these "comments", he always defended me seriously; he has been quietly doing his best to defend my reputation.Suddenly sad, sore nose.He studies medicine and wants to be a good doctor. Time is so precious, and he silently lost so much time for me.Why bother?It's not worth letting the scum that clings to the dark corners of the fiber slow you down.
People with ideals live gracefully; Ah Ming's elegance sometimes reminds me that being a doctor is wiser than being a writer;
I have written words that make people feel vulgar, and I have also written words that make people feel elegant; in the future, I will work hard to write more vulgar and more elegant words; it is definitely not forced by the situation, it is voluntary; no matter what you say, I will still write like this.
I have known for a long time that it is not easy to grow into a big tree in the muddy soil; my growth method, my branches and leaves, don't you like it?feel disappointed?The road is good, don't send it off; please leave quietly, let me miss the last tenderness you left behind.