Reader A: I've only been in the group for three years.
Reader B: "Only three years"—well said.
For an author with sixteen years of writing experience, readers of three years were indeed fresh and green, fully deserving of that word "only."
When Old Duan had impulsively begun writing sixteen years ago, he had never imagined he would be making a living from this bowl of rice for so long, yet he had come all this way.
Whenever he released a new book or occasionally rambled a few words on his public account, readers would always step forward and say: I grew up reading your books.
Some readers had grown up reading Old Duan's books, while others had slowly grown old alongside Old Duan.
Sixteen years—from youth into middle age—those readers who had stood shoulder to shoulder with Old Duan all this time had become like family.
In middle age, with elderly parents above and young children below, the burdens on one's shoulders had silently grown heavier, and life's unpleasantness had arrived without warning.
His father's sudden cerebral infarction had affected Old Duan's writing for a long time. Updates became unstable and less frequent, but the support readers showed through their words and actions was the brightest streak of color in that dark stretch of life.
Even today, readers still left messages asking after his father's health, so let him give everyone a unified update here: his father's condition still occasionally fluctuated, but overall, it was becoming stable.
Here's to the new year!
May all that went wrong stop here, and may all that was beautiful arrive as promised.
To Old Duan, your support was where that beauty lay.
Thank you all!
May everyone be safe, healthy, and have all their wishes fulfilled in the new year!
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