I asked you to write a light novel, but you wrote about living?

The letter ends here.

No signature.

Yu Wen remained in the position of unfolding the letter, not moving for a long time.

Only then did he fully understand why the girl, knowing how difficult it would be to find Yu Huashi, still entrusted the matter to her mother.

She didn't leave behind an ordinary wish before she died.

She left her mother with a wish that she didn't know how long it would take to fulfill, something that she had to continue doing.

As long as Yu Huashi has not been found, Mother cannot stop.

As long as the letter hasn't been delivered, there's still one place in her life she must reach.

When she finally arrived here and handed the letter over in person, time had already carried her through the most difficult part of the journey.

Live well, just like Fugui.

In the final moments of her life, the child understood why her mother had read her a book called "Living".

Then, through the character Fugui in the book, he found a reason for his mother to continue living after losing her.

Yu Wen's gaze slowly fell on the last page of the letter.

The girl, whose body was in pain every single second and who even wished she could fall asleep and never wake up again, left him with these last words:

Wishing you good health.

……

Yu Wen looked down at those words and fell into a long silence.

He suddenly remembered the night he had just arrived in this world.

A dark and damp basement.

A rusty wheelchair.

The table was littered with sleeping pills and the suicide note the original owner had left for Yu Yin.

A staggering three million Star Coins penalty for breach of contract...

At that time, Yu Wen had never thought about literature, let alone how to change the world.

He only had one thing on his mind.

money.

To put it bluntly, he initially wrote "To Live" to make money.

In order to pay off the debt of three million star coins.

In order to prevent Yu Yin from having to run to the black market junkyard every day after school and risk her life in those radioactive discarded prosthetic bodies.

And also so that one day I can heal my legs and stand up again from this wheelchair.

That's it.

He wasn't that noble.

There was no grand ideal of saving literature or awakening this era.

How can someone who doesn't even know if he and his sister can make it through next week have the right to think about these things?

He chose "To Live" simply because the book is not long.

Because it is stunning enough.

Because it doesn't exist in this world.

He also felt that this book might help him make money.

It's that simple.

Even after "To Live" became a huge hit, Yu Wen always knew the truth.

Fugui is not a character he created.

The words that silenced countless readers, brought them to tears, and even gave them the courage to live on did not truly belong to him.

He simply used the memories of a time traveler to bring works that already existed in another world to this place.

Therefore, he never really considered himself a literary master.

He would be happy to receive such overwhelming praise.

He was even happier with the ever-increasing royalties coming in from the back office.

But amidst the joy, there's also a slight sense of unease.

When Lu Xun wrote "stealing books cannot be considered stealing" in "Kong Yiji," he was satirizing Kong Yiji's pedantry and self-deception.

Yu Wen naturally understood the original meaning behind those words.

So every time I think to myself, "How can something done by scholars be called plagiarism?" it's not really to excuse myself.

It's more like he's reminding himself: don't take a joke for granted.

But even today.

It wasn't until he saw the letter in his hand, and saw that the little girl, even on her deathbed, was still thinking about using Fugui's story to help her mother continue living, that he understood.

This was the first time Yu Wencai truly felt this way.

The things I've done are meaningful.

If he hadn't come into this world.

If he hadn't typed the first word of "To Live" in that damp basement.

The girl lying in the hospital bed will never know Fugui.

She couldn't find a reason to give her own mother a chance to live on, by looking at this old man who had lost everything but was still alive.

Those on the West Coast driven to desperation by life wouldn't know Santiago.

You won't see the old man dragging a fish skeleton back to shore, nor will you hear the saying, "A man can be destroyed but not defeated."

They did not exist in this world.

Without Yu Wen, these stories might never have appeared here.

The era, characters, and stories depicted in these two works have absolutely no connection to this world.

The people who wrote them knew nothing about Star Coins, the Lower City, or this era filled with holographic GG and AI wish-fulfillment novels.

They naturally wouldn't know.

In a world so far away that it's impossible to reach, there's a group of West Coast workers who have regained their pride because of San Diego.

There will be a little girl lying in a hospital bed who, because of Fugui's story, is still thinking about her mother at the end of her life.

They will never even know that this world ever existed.

But the words they wrote down have actually come here.

To be seen by people in this world.

They can understand it.

It becomes the force that supports someone to keep going when they are at their most desperate.

The world's technology has advanced to an unimaginable level.

Spacecraft can silently traverse hundreds of meters in the air, the StarNet can transmit messages to any corner of the world in an instant, and super AI can generate novels of hundreds of thousands of words in a few seconds.

No matter how advanced these technologies are, they cannot connect two completely different worlds.

"To Live" did just that.

Or.

Literature has achieved this.

Those seemingly ordinary words transcend time, space, and two different worlds.

Finally, it landed at the bedside of a little girl.

Yu Wen had never seriously considered before just how powerful words truly are.

In the world he originally lived in, "To Live" and "The Old Man and the Sea" were classic works that had been published for many years.

They're available in bookstores.

It's in the library.

There are countless discussions about it online.

It's always been there...

Truly excellent works should not belong to only one era, nor should they belong to only one world.

As long as human emotions remain unchanged.

As long as people can feel pain, fear loss, and love their loved ones.

So no matter how many years or how far apart they are, they can understand each other from the same text.

This is the power of human civilization.

Human life is finite.

The person who creates a work of art will eventually leave this world.

But the words he left behind will not.

As long as there are still people who can read them, those thoughts, feelings, and stories that once existed will continue to be passed down.

a hundred years.

A thousand years.

Even another world.

Yu Wen's fingers gently stroked the edge of the letter.

His initial intention was not noble.

But the significance these words acquired after arriving here has long surpassed his original purpose.

Yu Wen looked again at the last few words on the letter:

Wishing you good health.

He stared at it for a long time.

Then, he carefully folded the letter along the original creases, little by little.

There may never be a true path between the two worlds.

But words themselves are a bridge.

This is the power of literature.

……

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P.S.: This little story begins in chapter 79 and ends in chapter 179, which is quite a coincidence. You can go back and check it if you forget.