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

Lu Chenyuan remained silent for a long time before suddenly asking:

"housekeeper."

"Young Master."

Can talent be calculated?

The butler paused briefly.

"Based on an individual's existing performance, a probabilistic assessment of their potential in a particular field can be made."

"I'm not asking about potential."

Lu Chenyuan looked at the name on the light screen.

"A person lacks the corresponding experience, receives sufficient education, and has no access to the world."

"But he just can understand."

"Even more clearly than those who actually live there."

"How do you explain this?"

The butler was silent for a moment.

"Insufficient data to draw a conclusion."

Lu Chenyuan did not press the matter further.

In the past, he always believed that so-called genius was just a label given to inexplicable results because people could not see the accumulation behind a person.

Those seemingly sudden talents can always be traced back to innate abilities, education, environment, and long-term training.

But now, for the first time, he began to doubt that judgment.

Perhaps there really are some people like that in this world.

They don't need to experience all of life firsthand, nor do they need to stand at the center of power and knowledge.

With just a pair of eyes and a mind, one can see things that others may not be able to see even after a lifetime of effort.

Lu Chenyuan closed the Fool's project report, but left Yu Huashi's personal page in front of him.

"His new works will no longer need to be screened by the project team."

"Send it to me as soon as possible."

"clear."

The butler left the study.

Lu Chenyuan sat alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the tiny, distant lights below the clouds.

An author who can make people cry can be considered excellent.

Being able to make people laugh can be described as having exceptional talent.

But when one of his novels began to change people’s perception of reality and even indirectly influenced a state election, he gained more than just literary fame.

Does this young man who came from the downtown area even know what this means?

His words have touched upon power!

……

Yu Wen closed the still-arguing discussions on the StarNet, reopened the document for "We Three," and let out a long sigh.

"This time I can finally finish writing it in peace and quiet."

I originally just wanted to write a book, but several things happened in the middle of the process.

First came that open letter, then he hastily wrote "Running for Governor," followed by a series of controversies involving interviews, editing, and apologies.

I haven't had time to write "We Three" yet.

"We Three" is not long and its structure is not complicated. The book is divided into three parts.

The first one is called "We're Getting Old".

It's a short piece, starting with a dream of Yang Jiang.

In the dream, Qian Zhongshu walked away alone.

No matter how hard Yang Jiang tried, she couldn't catch up and could only anxiously call out from behind.

When she woke up from her dream, the person next to her was still there.

She told Qian Zhongshu about her dream, and he comforted her, saying it was just an old man's dream.

But some partings may have already left their mark in our dreams long before they actually happen.

The second book is called "The Three of Us Are Separated".

This one, too, feels like a long dream.

Yang Jiang accompanied the ailing Qian Zhongshu on an ancient post road that seemed to stretch endlessly, while their daughter Qian Yuan also fell ill on the other side.

The family of three clearly cared for each other, yet they were still gradually separated.

My daughter left first.

Her husband is also drifting further and further away.

The three people who used to keep each other company are now all alone.

In the third installment, the dream ended.

This one is called "I Miss the Three of Us Alone".

There are no ancient post roads, nor those seemingly real yet illusory scenes.

Yang Jiang began to recall the days when her family of three actually lived together.

She and Qian Zhongshu went to study in England, where she gave birth to their daughter in Oxford;

Later, they returned to China and lived and worked in the ever-changing years, experiencing turmoil as well as many ordinary little things.

They would joke around with each other, make funny mistakes in their lives, and bicker over trivial matters.

Those memories aren't always heavy.

On the contrary, there are many parts of the book that will make you laugh.

It is precisely these trivial daily routines that make everything that followed seem even more difficult to let go of.

To be honest, when Yu Wen bought "We Three" at the bookstore, he didn't really think about it that much.

the reason is simple.

He admires Qian Zhongshu.

To be precise, it was because after reading "Fortress Besieged," I developed a strong interest in Qian Zhongshu.

At that time, Yu Wen especially liked the witty and accurate sentences in "Fortress Besieged".

After finishing the novel, I was still not satisfied, so I searched everywhere for books related to Qian Zhongshu, wanting to see what kind of person Qian Zhongshu was in real life.

Later, he saw "We Three" in the bookstore.

A book written by Qian Zhongshu's wife, telling the story of their family of three.

He bought it almost without hesitation.

But after he actually finished reading it, what he remembered was not just Qian Zhongshu.

He remembered Qian Yuan, and he also remembered Yang Jiang, who, after her husband and daughter passed away one after another, turned back alone and rewrote "The Three of Us".

Now, as he writes this book again, Yu Wencai realizes that what he remembers most vividly is still not those grand experiences.

Rather, it's the little jokes, nicknames, and habits among family members.

He stopped looking for news outside.

My fingers landed on the keyboard, and I calmed myself down, slowly filling in the remaining text.

The first part was finished quickly.

Then came the long ancient post road.

Finally, the dream faded, and the words returned to real life.

Yu Wen wrote slowly and stopped to rest several times in between.

By the time he finally typed the last period, it was already dawn outside the window, a transition from late night to early morning.

He saved the document, leaned back in his chair, and moved his somewhat stiff fingers.

After all this trouble, "We Three" is finally finished.