Chapter 71 (2/2)

Although he liked to worship his own readers, what assistant Li did not say at that time was that he did not like blindly pursuing readers, but preferred to have spiritual exchanges and dialogues with readers who could understand his works.

In fact, if it was not for her final performance, maybe he would not have motioned for her to stay, let alone ask her these questions.

”When I was still reading the script, my first reaction was to pick up the grand event of Peking. That's because I know that Mr. Hou is very old, and there are few new works in recent years.”

Hou Xiling thought about many reasons. He also guessed that Jiang se might say something. He thought that she might move himself by the excellence of her works and the analysis of the character ”cardamom”. However, he did not expect that Jiang se would say such words.

”When you wrote the autumn of the year before last, when the protagonist Zhou Qingsong left the village at the end, he said,” goodbye. ” When she mentioned Hou Xiling's works, Hou Xiling was stunned for a moment, and Jiangse then said: ”when I see here, I always feel that you are borrowing Zhou Qingsong's mouth to say goodbye to the readers who love you. I'm afraid that at that time, I had already planned not to write.”

The smile on Hou Xiling's face slowly receded. His expression gradually became soft from Zheng Chong, and his eyes also showed some appreciation.

He didn't make a sound. He just made a gesture to janssel to go on.

”So when I saw that the grand event of Beiping was written by you, I thought that this opportunity should not be missed.” Now that he has not been politely interrupted by Hou Xiling, he proves that what he has just said is not wrong. ”As I said earlier, you are very old, and you may not have many chances to make another work in the future. If I miss the grand event of Beiping, I may end up all my life. If I want to participate in the interpretation of the story of your characters, there may not be many opportunities. ”

as we all know, Hou Xiling has an extraordinary love for his works. The copyright of his works is in his own hands, and he has never sold them out.

He didn't want his works to be put on the big screen and tarnish the characters in his play, so he preferred to be poor, rather than write again.

The reason why he stopped writing was that he was not willing to write for the sake of writing, in addition to his old age and his body gradually unable to bear it.

If we lose the readers who know him, understand him and understand the meaning of his book, then if he continues to write, it will be meaningless for him.The writers of the older generation had their own insistence. He was not willing to bow down for five bowls of rice. His pride was even engraved in his bones. He was not willing to compromise with reality. So Lin Xiwen, a Shangjia company, spent a lot of effort to invite him out. He lobbied him for a long time. Finally, he ground Hou Xiling for nearly three years, and promised him many conditions, including some of his family members The family reason is not enough for the outside humanity, Lin Xi Wen just got what he wanted.

”I think that in this century, few people can understand what Zhou Qingsong said.” Hou Xiling sighed and took off the glasses on his face. Lin Xiwen handed his handkerchief to him. After he said thanks, he gently wiped his forehead and the corner of his eyes:

”those who may know my mood are already those old guys. I didn't expect that someone would say that to me today.”

With the development and change of current events, young people prefer fast food culture, and the works of the older generation have been submerged in the torrent of history.

Sometimes even if a few paragraphs are selected from the textbook, students will not be able to understand more.

When he wrote the autumn of the year before last, he did have the intention to close the book. After years of writing, he did not rely on the computer for typing as the young people do today. Instead, he wrote many books with pen and stroke by stroke. Over the decades, he caused great damage to his body and left many sequelae.

At that time, his body was already a little too much to eat, coupled with the disappointment of the decline of traditional writers, so he had that idea.