the next day.

The news of Tiesheng's death spread throughout China, and all the listeners were sad.

As a character who is imprinted with an era with a symbolic body and a strong mind, his works are well known to countless people in China. Even Guo Dalu, who rarely reads modern reading materials, has read several of his articles during his school years.

He can be said to have influenced several generations of people, and even subtly changed the ideas and concepts of many people.

He is also the vice chairman of the Writers Association of the Disabled Persons' Federation and a permanent member of the Writers Association. He has a great influence in the entire cultural circle.

During the period of the watch, countless people from society came to pay their respects, including men, women, old and young. Many people have never even seen Tiesheng himself. Some strangers even traveled thousands of miles to the mourning hall just to bow to the sleeping writer in the mourning hall to express their respect.

Three days later, when he was sending his body into public burial, many people sent him to the public, and Guo Dalu and several girls were among them.

After burying Tiesheng in the land and a group of farewell people dispersed one after another, Tiesheng's mother found Guo Dalu.

"Dalu, I want to do a favor, can you see?"

The old woman looked haggard, and there was a middle-aged woman beside her, who was Tiesheng's sister, her daughter. At this time, she was standing in front of Guo Dalu under the support of her daughter.

"Auntie, tell me, as long as I can help, I will do my best!"

After hearing the old woman's inquiry, Guo Dalu agreed without hesitation: "What do you think?"

The old woman whispered: "I want to collect Tiesheng's articles before his death and publish them, but the collection lacks an opening preface. I want you to help him make a preface or make a summary of his life."

Guo Dalu said curiously: "If you don't look for so many writers in the Writers Association, why did you come to me? You must know that I am a person who was clearly rejected by the Writers Association!"

He said to the old woman: "I am not very famous in the traditional literature world now."

The old woman shook her head and said, "I have rejected many writers from the Writers Association for writing prefaces for Tie Sheng's articles."

He looked at Guo Dalu, "Tiesheng said, you understand him best, and I think so too."

The old woman's body was trembling, Xiao Ran's white hair was blown by the breeze, and she has grown a lot older than the previous few days. "Some things are just heard and just looking at them with your eyes may not be accurate, but the feelings in her heart cannot be hidden from others!"

She said to Guo Dalu: "Children, there is a saying that it is hard to find a soulmate. I think you are Tiesheng's soulmate. Although you only met once, I feel that only you seem to know your best friends for many years. Only you can write down the true feelings of his life for my child."

She looked at Guo Dalu, "Can you agree?"

Guo Dalu no longer hesitated, "Success, I don't write well, don't blame me!"

The old woman smiled, "You can write it! I believe you!"

She whispered to Guo Dalu: "I don't know what's going on, among the writers on the scene, I always feel that they are not as good as you in the future!"

Guo Dalu nodded without hesitation and said, "Yes, they are indeed not as good as me!"

The old woman chuckled softly when she heard this. Her smile was really like a ray of sunshine in suffering, kind and warm, full of inexplicable infectiousness, "You child, you are so straight-hearted!"

Three days after Tiesheng's death, his sister sent the sample of the already compiled essay to Guo Dalu.

Guo Dalu had already written the preface at this time, but his preface was a bit long, far exceeding the number of words in the normal preface.

In fact, as early as Tiesheng passed away, he had the urge to write this article, but he had no suitable reason.

This is a text written by another person who belongs to another world who has the same experience as Tiesheng. The two have amazingly similar life trajectories. The difference is that the length of life of the two is slightly different from the content of the article, but the difference is not much.

In another world, the article written by the author with a disabled and strong will is called "I and Ditan".

As soon as this article was published, it was praised by all walks of life and won the title of Best Novel Prose at that time. It is one of the best articles in decades.

Even with Guo Dalu's picky eyes, he thinks this is a rare masterpiece.

When Tiesheng's mother asked Guo Dalu to give a preface to his son's collection of essays, a strange sense of fate and mission surged from Guo Dalu's heart at the same time. He felt that it was time for this article to be published.

Tie Sheng’s sister is Tiehua. She is a very intellectual and capable middle-aged woman. There is a kind of strong charm between her eyebrows. When she handed the manuscript to Guo Dalu, she asked Guo Dalu embarrassedly: “Mr. Guo, when will you write the preface?”

She explained: "It's not that I urged you, but that the relevant personnel from the publishing house who had contacted me for the specific date of sorting the manuscript. Because I can't get your answer, I still can't answer them."

Guo Dalu handed a stack of manuscripts from his handbag to Tiehua and smiled: "Actually, it has been written, but it is a bit long and has used the first person. It may be a bit inappropriate. How about you first take a look?"

"It's already written?"

Tiehua was surprised to take the manuscript handed over by Guo Dalu, "But you haven't read my brother's collection of essays yet!"

Guo Dalu explained: "I have not done anything in the past few days. I have read all the articles written by your brother that I can find. It should be considered that I have a relatively detailed understanding of him. Your collection of essays today should also be a collection of his previous articles. Even if there are any additions and deletions, the connotation of the thoughts will not change significantly."

He sighed and said to Tiehua: "This is the first time in my life that I have written a preface for someone else's article, but this preface may be a bit long. If it is placed in the collection, it may be a bit overwhelming. I don't know if it is appropriate."

Tiehua stopped talking, slowly sat down in front of Guo Dalu, swept his eyes to the manuscript handed over by Guo Dalu.

"Me and Ditan?"

She let out a soft voice of surprise and looked up at Guo Dalu, "It seems that Mr. Guo really knows my brother."

Tiehua thought of his brother who had just passed away, and sadness appeared on his face, but then he stopped, "Ditan is the place my brother has been to for decades. His feelings for Ditan are indeed deeper than anyone else. Even before leaving, he would go to Ditan to take a look!"

Her voice was a little choked and she couldn't speak anymore, so she just lowered her head and flipped through the manuscript in her hand.

As she read it further, the surprise and joy on her face became stronger and stronger. After reading the last page of the manuscript, tears fell down, and this article moved her so much that she could not be further enhanced.

She stood up and bowed deeply to Guo Dalu, "Thank you, thank you! My mother is right, Mr. Guo, it turns out that only you know my brother the best!"

She said: "Sure enough, only you can write a summary preface that best suits my brother's article."

Guo Dalu breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that you are satisfied. This preface is my tribute to your brother."

He smiled at Tiehua and said, "I rarely admire anyone. Your brother is one!"
Chapter completed!