"What's wrong?"

Lu Yao looked at him solemnly, "You may not know. I have decided to write a large-scale book. In my imagination, if the future book is not the most satisfying work of my life, it will at least be

It should be the largest work."

When he said this, there was some unconfidence in his eyes, "It sounds a bit mysterious. I don't know if you can understand it. The reason for this decisive decision is probably an accidental dream when I was a teenager."

Lin Chaoyang listened to him quietly. Seeing Lu Yao's hesitant look, he nodded, "Of course it's understandable. For writers, grand narratives are like flowers on the edge of a cliff, full of unknown and dangerous temptations.

Listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, Lu Yao became happy, "You are so right!"

He continued excitedly: "I just finished filming "Life" last year, and now I have been preparing for such a work. In my plan, its content is extremely rich, covering the entire period of China from the mid-1970s to

Social changes during the 1980s.

I heard them say that your "Enter Guandong" has more than 600,000 words written, and the time span spans thirty years.

You also know me. My longest work so far is "Life", which is only 130,000 words. It is at best a relatively medium-sized work.

To be honest, I have been preparing for several months now, but the more I prepare, the more confused I feel. I am not sure whether I can do this work that should be done by a giant."

Lu Yao spoke in a low tone, and looked at Lin Chaoyang sincerely, "I can't imagine how you climbed such a big mountain!"
Chapter completed!