The next day.

The news of Tie Sheng's death spread throughout Huaxia, and the listener was not grieving.

As a person who has been a symbolized era, his works are well known by countless people in Huaxia, and even Guo Dalu, who has few modern books, has also had several of his articles during his schooling.

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

He is also vice-president of the Disabled Writers Association, a permanent member of the Writers Guild, and has a great influence throughout the cultural circle.

During the period of keeping the spirit, countless people in the society came to mourn, these people have men and women, many people have never even seen the iron man himself, and some strangers even rushed to the spiritual hall, just to bow to the sleeping writer in the spiritual hall to express their respect.

Three days later, when he was sent to the public funeral, many people sent him to the bank, and Guo Dalu and several girls were among them.

After the iron was buried in the soil, a group of people who sent each other dispersed, and Tie Sheng's mother found Guo Da Road.

“I want to help you, can you see?”

The old woman was giddy, and there was a middle-aged woman beside her, her daughter, who was standing in front of Guo Da Road with the help of her daughter.

“Aunt, what a favor I can do, I will do my best.”

When Guo Dalu heard the old woman's inquiry, he did not hesitate to say, "What do you say?"

The old woman whispered, "I want to put together the articles of my life for publication, but the collection has a first-page, and I want you to help him make a preface, or a summary of his life."

Guo Dalu was curious: "There are so many writers in the author association that you don't look for, why did you look for me?"I want to know that I am someone who has been explicitly rejected by the author!”

He said to the old woman, "My reputation in the world of traditional literature is not very good."

The old woman shook her head, "Many writers of the Writers Association have tried to preface the iron articles, but I have refused."

He looked at Guo Da Road, "Iron said, you know him best, I think so."

The old woman's body trembled, Xiao Yan white hair was blown by the breeze, compared to a few days ago, has been a lot of old, "some things just listen to people, just with the eyes to see, that is not necessarily accurate, but the feeling in the heart can not be hidden from people!" 」

She said to Guo Dalu: "Son, there is a saying called the sound is difficult to find, I think you are the sound of Tie Sheng, although you only saw one side, but I feel that only you seem to have known friends for many years, only you can write for my children the real feelings in his life."

She looked at Guo Da Road, “Can you promise?”

Guo Dalu no longer hesitated, "Cheng, it's not well written, don't blame me!"

The old woman smiled, “You can write it!I believe in you!”

She whispered to Guo Da Lu: "I don't know what's going on, among the writers on the scene, I always feel that they will not be able to compare with you later!"

Guo Dalu nodded uncomersably: "Yes, they really can't compare to me!"

The old woman laughed softly, and the smile was really like a ray of sunshine in the midst of suffering, kind and warm, full of inexplicable infectious power, "You child, the sex is very straight!" 」

Three days after Tie Seng's death, his sister sent a sample of the anthology that had been compiled to Guo Dalu.

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

In fact, as early as the time of Tie Seng's death, he already had the impulse to write this article, but suffered without a suitable reason.

This is a text written by another person who has the same experience as Iron Life, and the life trajectories of the two are surprisingly similar, except 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 disabled author was called Me and the Temple of Earth.

Once this article came out, it was praised by all walks of life, and won the title of the best novel essay at that time, which is one of the best articles in decades.

Even with the critical eyes of Guo Da Road, I think this is also a rare good work.

When Tie Seng's mother asked Guo Dalu to make a preface to his son's collection, a strange sense of fate and mission surged from Guo Dalu's heart, and he felt that it was time for this article to come out.

Tie Sheng's sister is called Tie Hua, is a very knowledgeable and capable middle-aged woman, the eyebrows have ordinary women do not have a strong rhyme, when she handed the manuscript to Guo Da Lu, very unsogritive to Guo Dalu asked: "Mr. Guo, when will you probably be able to write the preface?"

She explained: "It was not me who urged you, it was the relevant people of the publishing house that had contacted me to ask me about the specific date of the arrangement, because I could not answer them until I got your answer."

Guo Dalu from the handbag with the handbag to the iron bircon, smiled: "In fact, it has been written, just a little long, but also with the first person, it may be a little inappropriate, you see first how?"

“Is it already written?”

Tie Hua was very surprised to take over the manuscript handed over by Guo Da Road, "But you have not seen this collection of my brother!"

Guo Dalu explained: "I have not done anything in the past few days, have been able to find all the articles written by your brother through, should be regarded as a more detailed understanding of him, your collection today should also be a collection of his previous articles, even if there is some addition or deletion, the ideological connotation will not change much."

He sighed and said to Tie Hua: "This is the first time in my life for someone else's article preface, but this preface may be a little long, if it is placed in the collection, I am afraid a little hustle and tear-se into the taste of the Lord, I do not know whether it is appropriate."

Iron bircon did not speak, slowly sat down in front of Guo Da Road, sweeping his eyes to Guo Da Road to the manuscript.

“Me with the earth?”

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

Tie Hua's face remembered his brother who had just died, and there was sadness on his face, but immediately he went to say, "The altar is where my brother has often gone for decades, and his feelings for the earth are indeed deeper than anyone else, even... even when he leaves, he will go to the earth to see one last look!"

Her voice was a little choked, and she could not say anything, just looked down at the manuscript in her hand.

As she deepened, the color of surprise and joy on her face became more and more intense, and after looking at the last page of the manuscript, tears fell, and the article touched her beyond reproach.

She stood up and bowed deeply to Guo Da Road, “Thank you, thank you!My mother is right, Mr. Guo, only you know my brother best!”

She said, "Only you can write the concluding preface that best fits my brother's article."

Guo Dalu relaxed, "You are satisfied, even if this preface is my tribute to your brother."

He smiled at Tie Hua: "I rarely admire people, your brother is one!"