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Chapter 171: Simple happiness

It didn't take long for the clerk to read most of the story in Chapter 2, and his expression became complicated.

The details at the end of the chapter are great.

Especially the part where Violet personally walked on the lake in order to help Oscar in the framing.

The colorful illustrations are simply magical.

Even if he is someone who doesn't know anything about painting, he thinks that the illustrations appear just right.

The delicate description and illustrations are even more pleasing to the eye.

[She flies like she is going to climb the stairs of heaven. Seeing this unusual action, Oscar was dumbfounded. Everything he saw after that was like slow motion.

When taking off at the critical point, Violet raised the hand holding the umbrella high and opened it suddenly. As if flowers are blooming. The wind seemed to have the right time to help her feet, and the frilled umbrella swayed gracefully.

The skirt and umbrella bulged lightly in the air, and you could catch a glimpse of the fluttering petticoat. The lace-up high boots stepped onto the fallen leaves floating on the water.

At that moment.

That moment.

That picture.

The scene as clear as the photo freezes before Oscar's eyes.

The colorful umbrella floating in the air, the dress swaying with the wind, the girl lightly stepping on the lake.

Like a magician. 】

I watched this paragraph and the illustration several times over and over again, and the clerk continued to look down.

Later, the most tearful part began.

The novelist Oscar, after watching every move of this young girl who is very similar to his daughter, was finally touched, unable to restrain her emotions anymore, sobbed quietly on the spot.

The softest part of this man's heart was touched.

Violet evoked his previous appointment with his daughter by the lake.

The daughter's voice, the voice that was about to be forgotten, was recalled in Oscar's mind.

"One day, one day, I will let you see it, Dad."

The milky, sweet voice is more beautiful than any music.

Let the body move for it, and let the soul divide for it.

Standing by the lake, Oscar cried directly into tears as he recalled all the things his daughter was alive.

At this moment, it's as if you are still alive.

want to see you.

Even if you just say your name, you will be sad.

I have always wanted to see you.

In the end, the slow pen and ink was all used in the inner monologue of the novelist.

Perhaps the term novelist is no longer appropriate to use now.

Because the Oscar at this time was just a gentle father who missed his dead daughter.

Somehow, after reading this paragraph, the clerk suddenly wanted to call his daughter.

His daughter will be an adult this year, and she will be eighteen years old after her birthday. She is in the blooming season. She is attending an ordinary high school, living with her parents, and enjoying her youth.

Well, this kind of ordinary home smells like happiness.

He is very happy. Compared with the novel, his daughter is healthy and healthy.

Then, he tried his best to smile for the simplest happiness he felt.

But the Adam's apple squirmed, holding the book, his smile did not show, but choked.

This feeling is very strange. It is obviously a plot of a novel that expresses emotions incisively and vividly. But when he looks at these words, he can't help being like the Oscar in the book. When he thinks of his daughter's various past events, he will cry.

"It's a big man, a novel almost made you cry?"

The uncle clerk mocked himself, trying to calm down the touch in his heart, then he raised his head and looked at his eyes.

It was completely dark.

There is a unique hustle and bustle in the city, even if you look up at the sky through the glass of the bookstore, you don't see the stars.

The peak hours for the end of school and cram classes have passed, and there is no customer in the bookstore, so he silently closes the magazine.

Well, it's time to close the store.

—I was thinking this in my heart, but for some reason, when I saw the empty bookstore, the clerk opened the Qingman magazine again in a wicked manner.

Sure enough, it still doesn't work!

Before reading this Oscar story, he felt as if there was something missing in his heart, unable to concentrate on anything.

Immerse yourself in the world of books.

The words in the book are frozen in Oscar's sensitive inner activities.

For a moment, all kinds of emotions such as grief, longing, regret, resentment...etc. are intertwined in Oscar's heart.

Later, he simply knelt down and sat by the lake, crying like a child who had lost his favorite toy, sobbing in pain.

"...Ahhh...it's really..."

"Really... I hope you... don't die..."

"Live... grow up, adult..."

Oscar's face was distorted because he couldn't control himself.

The more I speak, the more tears will fall down like money.

Later, the novelist was immersed in grief, unable to extricate himself, and even had the stupid idea of ​​going to heaven to accompany his daughter with his daughter.

The uncle clerk also frowned.

But fortunately, the protagonist Violet is now online.

"master."

In the real world, the owner of the voice climbed up from the lake, panting and walking towards this side.

Her body was soaking wet, drops of water kept dripping, and all her well-dressed outfits became a mess.

However, her face showed the happiest smile so far:

"Did you see it? I took three steps."

A simple sentence completely calmed Oscar.

He knew that this miraculous girl had fulfilled her wish.

"Well, I saw it, Violet Evegarden."

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Finally, with the help of Violet, the novelist walked out of the shadow of losing his wife and daughter and completed the final creation of the work.

Before leaving, when seeing Violet off, she expressed deep respect and gratitude to her.

After reading the whole story, the uncle clerk closed Qing Man contentedly.

God made!

An absolute masterpiece!

God's work in God's work!

This is definitely the clearest, warmest, and most expressive work he has seen in most of his life.

Originally, his understanding of light novels was limited to those gorgeous and whistling illustrations, plus childish plots that only children liked.

…Even if he is in the book industry.

But today's "Violet Evergarden" completely subverted this middle-aged man's cognition of light novels.

It seems that light novels are also a unique form of expression, and there is no such thing as traditional literature and online literature.

Whether it is the exquisite plot set off, or the emotional narrative that only tastes, it makes him want to stop.

What has the author experienced? Can you write words that hit the heart like this?

This made him admire a middle-aged man at the age of an uncle, and from today onwards, he has become one of Su Chen's most loyal fans in the light novel industry.

Author: Little Vampire.

Illustration: Mao Xuewang.

After engraving the two names deeply in his mind, the clerk put the magazine in his private drawer and put it away, then closed the door to get off work, and strode out of the bookstore.

Now, it is time for him to return to that warm and ordinary home.

And the happiness that works bring him, and his wife and daughter.

Spend another ordinary and warm Chinese night together.

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