Writers and Liars 3

He wanted to meet her. Instead of responding as positively as she had in the past, the girl waited a long time before excusing herself in a vague tone, saying that she looked so bad in her wheelchair that she didn't have the courage to meet with the admired writer offline. "But I'd really like to meet you." The writer wrote. "Just like the story I wrote, if the protagonist didn't meet the blind girl whose heart was in the end, the ending wouldn't be considered a happy one." The other party was silent for a long time. Finally, he replied, "Okay". *** The writer went to the agreed cafe early and chose a seat opposite the door. This way, when the girl came in, he could smile at her. The two of them had never seen each other before, and just by intuition, he could tell that the girl with the ponytail was the one he was waiting for. Only, there was something unexpected in the unexpected. The other side is good to walk in, not in a wheelchair, not even a cane pestle. Instead, a pair of crutches was placed next to the writer's own seat. The girl sat across from the writer with eight parts of trepidation and two parts of surprise, and looked at the writer's still gentle smile, her expression slowly became ashamed. She buried her head deeply, the tone of her voice trembled and said a number of "sorry". Because she lied to the writer. "I was really in a car accident, also injured the spine, the doctor said there is no possibility of recovery." The girl whispered, "I was really scared at that time, crying all day long." Until she saw his article, she drew strength from it. So when she saw the break notice, her whole body was dumbfounded, and with a feverish mind, she sent him a private message asking about it, and was pleasantly surprised to receive a reply. "Never in a million years, just as I sent the third private message to tell you about my condition, the doctor suddenly came to the ward and told me that my previous diagnosis was wrong and that my injuries were not that serious and that I could fully recover." The girl paused, "I was going to tell you right away, but then I thought, this coincidence sounds as if I'm lying." The writer didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly. "I momentarily hesitated not to say the truth, and later saw that you resumed, but also in the text write this is dedicated to every person in a desperate situation but not alone, I would not know what to say, received a gift that should not take but did not have the courage to return, I ...... me ......" the girl sighed, "at first I was afraid to be taken by you as a liar, the result dragged to the end, instead of their own really become a liar." After saying that, the girl raised her head and looked at him with red eyes, "I'm sorry, I'm too bad to take advantage of your sympathy and be a hateful liar." "You did lie to me." The writer said softly, no anger in his voice. "But I lied to you, too." The girl looked bewildered. "When I decided to stop working on that article, I didn't have a job and I couldn't make any money." The writer said blandly, "In fact, I had just lost my footing and fallen down the stairs not long ago, and I was recovering badly, sitting in a wheelchair all day, desperate for life." "Huh?" The girl's eyes widened in dismay. "My parents wanted me to stop obsessing about writing and go to the hospital for rehabilitation without worrying, but I didn't listen to them, and I was still bent on proving my talent by writing, and I ended up proving nothing."The writer leaned back toward his chair and let out a long breath. "My parents were furious and said they were going to cut me off, and at that time all kinds of bad things piled up together, making me feel that no one in the world needed me anymore and that I could only be left alone in a desperate situation waiting to die." Speaking of which, the writer gave a light laugh: "A second before I received your private message, I was really decided to die." "God ......" the girl momentarily excited, reached out to press the writer's hand on the desktop, "I'm sorry, I did not even know ...... " "It's okay, it's all in the past, I was able to stick to writing while doing rehab later, thanks to you." The writer backhanded the girl's hand, ignoring the blush that rose on the other's face, and looked at her frankly, "So even though you lied to me, I want to thank you." Thank you, for not leaving me alone in a desperate situation waiting to die. Thank you, for saying you still need the useless me. Thank you, for tricking me into living well. END 碎念：The brainchild of this article originated from a foreign cartoonist's news I saw online before, saying that he received a letter from a seriously ill reader when the comic serialization was at a low point, saying that he was not so afraid of death by chasing his comic, and this letter inspired the cartoonist to keep the serialization updated for a longer time. Later, I saw that there were also gods in the domestic online world who had similar experiences and encouraged readers who were seriously ill with extra work. (I'm sorry because I saw it a long time ago, so I can't remember exactly which god it was.) Even myself, in the past two years of writing, I have received many letters from readers saying that they were reading my updates to ease their moods and grit their teeth when they were very sad in their lives. Seriously, this encouraged me and made me turn on the computer and knock up words countless times when I wanted to be lazy and not write. So I decided to put this experience into a story, not only to describe the joy and hope that creators give to their audience, but also to say that the recognition and need of the audience is a life-saving treasure for creators. Thank you all so much for coming to see me write my story.