Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

The website "Zhongyan Literature Network" has recently caused quite a stir within the literary community.

The website officially announced that it had poached the platinum-level author "Nanfeng" from Xingyao Chinese Network, a long-established online literature giant.

Nanfeng is very famous in the online literature circle and claims to be the successor of realist literature.

The first thing he did after joining the Zhongyan Literature Network was to officially announce his highly anticipated work, "Warm Sunflower," which he had been preparing for three years.

The book hasn't even been published many times yet, but all sorts of hype and promotion have already flooded the market.

As soon as you open any reading app, the first thing that catches your eye is that golden poster.

The poster features a giant sunflower in the center, its vibrant color almost blinding.

Nanfeng also posted a statement on Weibo.

He wrote a long article.

The gist of the article is that he observed a very poor atmosphere in the current online literature market.

Everywhere you look, there's this so-called "depressing culture" and "playing the victim."

He believes that this literary form is exploiting poverty and gaining traffic by exploiting readers' sympathy.

This behavior is extremely despicable.

He wants to use positive works to cleanse this kind of atmosphere.

He wanted to give readers hope and light.

Although Nanfeng did not name names, it was obvious to anyone with eyes to see.

These words were directed at the recently popular TV series "There's a Convenience Store by the Clouds".

The plot of Nanfeng's new book, "Warm Sunflower," was also revealed soon.

The story is about a top-tier rich second-generation named Gu Beichen.

To temper his will, Gu Beichen drove his supercar to a remote and impoverished town to experience life there.

In the book, Nanfeng devoted a great deal of space to piling up ornate words.

Gu Beichen, wearing expensive, custom-made leather shoes, trudged along the muddy, unclean roads at the village entrance.

His eyes were filled with compassion as he looked at the impoverished villagers.

He used his wisdom and money to transform the entire town in just three months.

The villagers in the book were extremely grateful to him and even wanted to worship him as a god.

This kind of plot is filled with a floating, condescending sense of elitist superiority.

Gu Beichen sighed about life under a withered tree at the village entrance.

He casually tossed a hundred-yuan bill to the beggar, then remarked that money cannot measure emotions.

In Nanfeng's writing, this kind of writing was packaged as so-called deep thinking.

To coincide with Nanfeng's debut, the capital behind Xingyao Chinese Network spent millions.

They bought the splash screen GG from all over the internet.

Even many people who don't read novels at all can see recommendations for "Warm Sunflower" on short video apps.

Nanfeng became even more unrestrained in his fan group.

He sent voice messages to his fans.

He said that some grassroots authors write about the suffering of the lower classes because they have nothing else to write about.

They are begging for food by showing off their scars.

This behavior is not only mediocre, but also makes no contribution to society.

In the basement.

Xu Qing sat at the table with a missing corner, chewing a piece of gum.

His fingers were still flying across the keyboard.

The screen showed Liu Shisan in the tractor's bed.

To save time, Liu Shisan set up a makeshift wooden table in the violently shaking truck bed.

It's very windy.

The wind blew his workbook into disarray.

Liu Shisan then used half a red brick to firmly press down the paper.

His fingers were a little stiff from the cold.

But he insisted on finishing the complex math test before reaching the next town.

Grandma Wang Yingying was driving the tractor in front.

The tractor engine was very loud.

Black smoke billowed out of the exhaust pipe.

Liu Shisan coughed because he was choked by the smoke.

But he had no time to complain, nor time to feel any pity.

All he knew was that if he couldn't get out of the village, he would be stuck in this unchanging town filled with the scent of bellflowers forever.

In my mind, the system's synthesized voice suddenly rang out.

[Warning: Host, you are being subjected to large-scale malicious data interference.]

[The other party is using a professional online troll team to launch a large-scale malicious campaign of reporting and negative reviews against "A Small Shop by the Clouds".]

Meanwhile, the other party is using algorithmic interference to forcibly take over your recommended spot.

Xu Qing did not stop typing.

His expression was very calm.

He simply replied, "I know."

He clicked on the homepage rankings of the End Literature Network and glanced at them.

The data growth trend of "Warm Sunflower" is very strange.

Its collections and monthly pass counts are soaring at an unnatural rate.

It was online for less than three hours.

It directly squeezed out all the popular books, including "There's a Small Shop by the Clouds," and took the top spot on the list.

The top ten spots on the list are almost entirely filled with works by Nanfeng or related recommended entries.

The traces of this capital operation are very obvious.

At this moment, in the dressing room of a TV station in Jiangcheng.

Luo Qianyu has just finished recording an interview program.

Before she could even remove her makeup, she heard her assistant muttering something next to her.

She took the phone and glanced at it.

I just happened to see what Nanfeng posted on Weibo.

Luo Qianyu's chest heaved violently.

She felt a surge of anger rising from the depths of her heart.

Does this person even understand what life is?

"A rich kid driving a supercar to do poverty alleviation?"

"Did he think this was some kind of cheesy idol drama?"

She watched as Nanfeng openly mocked the pen name "Emotion".

Especially the phrase "consumption poverty".

This made Luo Qianyu so angry that she gripped the mineral water bottle tightly in her hand.

The water bottle made a crunching sound.

She opened Weibo, intending to post a message directly in support of "emotions".

She wanted to show those people what true感动 (being moved/touched) is.

Just as she was about to press the send button.

A neatly trimmed hand reached out and pressed down firmly on the back of her hand.

It's Sister Hong.

Sister Hong's expression was very serious.

"You can't send it."

Hongjie's voice was cold.

Luo Qianyu raised her head.

"Why can't he post this? He's making baseless accusations."

Sister Hong snatched the phone from her hand and locked the screen immediately.

"Nanfeng is not just an author."

"He is backed by Xingyao Group, those large investment institutions."

"They spent over a million dollars to create momentum, just to promote this 'realism' banner."

"You've just become popular because of 'Encounter,' so your foundation isn't solid yet."

"If you stand up and speak up for 'emotions' now, you'll be offending the entire Star Glory Group's capital."

"You absolutely cannot do something that's thankless and exhausting."

Luo Qianyu stared at Sister Hong.

"Does having money mean you can just call a deer a horse?"

"What that 'emotion' wrote is a million times more sincere than this sunflower."

Sister Hong sneered.

Sincerity is worthless.

"In this industry, only traffic and capital matter."

"The guy who wrote 'The Convenience Store' is destined to be overwhelmed by this wave."

"You can't save him, and you shouldn't try to save him."

"Just focus on preparing for tonight's performance and don't create trouble for yourself."

After finishing her sentence, Sister Hong walked out of the dressing room in her high heels.

Luo Qianyu sat in the chair, looking at herself in the mirror with her exquisite makeup.

She felt that behind this glamorous facade lay a nauseating decay.

She secretly took the phone back.

Avoiding his assistant's gaze, he opened WeChat.

She wanted to send Xu Qing something.

After hesitating for a long time, she sent a message.

Little Fish: "Did you see those comments online?"

In the basement.

Xu Qing's phone screen lit up briefly.

He glanced at the message but didn't reply.

He exited the webpage immediately.

The noise and insults outside meant nothing to him.

He refocused his attention on the document.

He typed the end of the chapter on the keyboard.

He wrote on the last line of the document:

"Liu Shisan's dream is the kind of light that struggles out of the mud."

"The light was faint, clumsy, and even had an earthy smell."

"But it's very powerful."

"This kind of light doesn't need those fake sunflowers floating in mid-air to shine upon it."

Xu Qing typed the last period.

He turned off the computer.

He stood up and walked to the tiny ventilation window in the basement.

It was completely dark outside.

The neon lights in the distance dyed the sky an eerie purple.

The system's voice sounded again.

[Host, if you are willing to pay a certain amount of points, I can help you hack into the opponent's entire online troll system.]

[Make Nanfeng's new book disappear from the internet within ten minutes.]

Xu Qing flicked off the cigarette ash.

"Need not."

He looked at the faint starlight outside the window.

The image of that summer in Yunbian Town, filled with the fragrance of bellflowers, comes to mind.

He wants to keep writing.

Write about the girl named Cheng Shuang.

It describes how, as her life was about to fade away, she used that arrogant way to warm Liu Shisan's heart.