hotmtlnovel Chapter 232 Stunned He Yuliang
Chapter 232 Stunned He Yuliang
He Yuliang's life is not easy. He was born in an ordinary family. His parents are ordinary workers who struggle to maintain the warmth of the family. When he was a child, He Yuliang showed a unique talent. He has a special feeling for words. He is always immersed in the sea of books and fascinated by the charm of words. However, the cruelty of reality often wakes him up from his dreams. The family's financial difficulties forced him to take care of his livelihood, so he dropped out of school and entered the society.
He Yuliang was not very successful when he first entered the society. He was just an ordinary worker, running around in the crowded streets of the city, working hard for a meager salary. However, he never gave up his love for writing. Whether it was a tired night or a busy afternoon, he always took time out to hold a book or pick up a pen to write down his inner feelings and thoughts.
In his circle of friends, He Yuliang is always the one who seems ordinary but extraordinary. Unlike other young people who pursue show-off and vanity, he silently sticks to his inner beliefs. He shares his writings on social platforms from time to time. Although not eye-catching, each piece precipitates his mood and emotions.
Despite the difficulties in life, He Yuliang always maintains an optimistic attitude. He believes that as long as he perseveres, his efforts will be rewarded one day. Therefore, he constantly enriches himself and continuously improves his writing skills, hoping that one day he can become an excellent writer and move the world with his own words.
However, the twists of fate are always unexpected. When He Yuliang was about to give up, an accidental opportunity made a drastic change in his life. A small publishing house took a fancy to his work and invited him to sign a contract. From then on, He Yuliang's life began a new chapter.
As his works gradually became known to people, He Yuliang's name also gradually spread. His words are as clear as a spring and as warm as a spring breeze, infecting the hearts of every reader. His works have been translated into many languages and circulated around the world, winning him countless praises and honors.
However, despite his career being at its peak, He Yuliang never forgot the difficult years he had gone through. He often recalled those difficult working years with deep emotion and gratitude. He knew that it was that experience that shaped his character and qualities today, making him a stronger and more responsible person.
Today, He Yuliang has become a highly respected writer, and his works are praised as classics and praised by the world. However, he is not complacent because of this, but works harder in his creation, continues to tell the story of life with his own words, and brings warmth and hope to the world.
He Yuliang stood at the corner of the street, looking down at his shoes covered in mud, feeling a little irritated. Today's weather was particularly gloomy, and the heavy clouds seemed to coincide with his mood at the moment. He sighed softly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and began to walk back along the familiar street.
The street was busy with cars and pedestrians. He Yuliang quietly blended into the crowd, but he was not in a relaxed mood. Today he was in a meeting at the publishing house. He thought he could discuss the publication of the new book smoothly, but he did not expect that he had a dispute with the editor because of some trivial matters, which led to a deadlock in the meeting. In the end, he could not stand the self-righteous editor, so he simply turned around and left, leaving behind embarrassment and unhappiness.
He remembered the cold eyes of the editor and the arrogant voice, and he gritted his teeth. He was used to this kind of pressure and challenge, but he would not tolerate others' disrespect for him. His writing was his life, and he would never allow anyone to trample on his dreams and dignity.
When he looked up, a breeze blew by, bringing a little coolness. He Yuliang felt a sense of relief. He knew that no matter what difficulties he encountered, he would face them bravely and never back down. He took a deep breath, cheered himself up again, and his steps seemed firm and powerful.
Arriving at the door, He Yuliang slowly opened it. The atmosphere at home seemed a little dull, as if it was also affected by his mood. He gently closed the door and then walked into the living room.
In the living room, a dry smell blew in the air, as if telling the vicissitudes and bitterness of this family. He Yuliang looked at the almost empty bookshelf on the table, and a sense of helplessness surged in his heart. Although his parents were not rich, they always tried their best to let him live a good life. However, he could never give them a better life.
"Son, you're back?" A deep voice broke the silence. He Yuliang turned around and saw his father sitting on the sofa, looking at him and smiling.
"Well, Dad, I'm back." He Yuliang smiled slightly and walked to his father and sat down.
"Why are you so late today?" Mother came out of the kitchen and asked with concern.
"The publishing house's matters were delayed a bit." He Yuliang explained with a wry smile.
"Don't worry too much, son, everything will be fine." His father patted his shoulder gently.
He Yuliang nodded and looked at his parents with gratitude. He knew that no matter what difficulties he encountered, his family would always be his strongest support. With their support and encouragement, he was able to keep going and pursue his dream.
After dinner, He Yuliang came to his small study alone. The study was filled with his books and manuscripts, each of which carried his hard work and sweat. He gently picked up a book and turned the pages. The familiar words seemed to tell him the plot and emotions of the story.
Suddenly, the ringing of a cell phone broke his meditation. He picked up the phone and took a look. It was an unfamiliar number. He hesitated for a moment, then answered the call.
"Hello, is this Mr. He Yuliang?" A familiar voice came, leaving He Yuliang stunned.
"It's me. May I ask who you are?" He Yuliang asked in surprise.
"I'm Zhang Hua, and I'm your loyal reader. I've always liked your work, so I called to tell you." The voice was full of enthusiasm and praise.
He Yuliang felt a warm current in his heart after hearing this. He never thought that his words could touch the hearts of so many people and make them willing to contact him and express their love and support.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, your support means a lot to me." He Yuliang said gratefully.
After He Yuliang hung up the phone, he felt a surge of emotion. He knew that he could not disappoint the readers who supported him, and even more so, he could not disappoint his own dream. So he picked up a pen and began to write down his inner feelings and thoughts on paper.