Chapter 335

Let "us" thank Brother Brother Nuanyang for the Golden Grand Alliance.

Startled awake from a deathly illness.

The Golden Silver-Paws actually brought me along.

When he saw the golden window pop up from Brother Brother Nuanyang's tip, Xiao Rong was burying his head and eating with all his might.

To be honest, the moment he saw the gold, he didn't feel much excitement in his heart.

He only looked up and earnestly took a glance at the brilliant, bright sun outside the window.

He took out the phone that Brother Brother Nuanyang had sent along with mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival, clicked on that simple and unadorned avatar frame, and silently sent a message:

Foster Father, come down; it's easy to catch a cold standing up there.

A moment later, the phone vibrated.

Brother Brother Nuanyang: Doge

Not joking, I've known Brother Brother Nuanyang for about half a year.

The biggest impression he gives everyone is just like his name—like the warm sun of winter, shining on one's body, warm and cozy, yet considerately restraining its sharpness so as not to hurt others.

Compared to the tips, the things I have seen and learned from him since we met are even more precious.

Xiao Rong has an indecisive temperament; to put it bluntly, he is a bit of a nagger.

Brother Brother Nuanyang is the exact opposite—open-minded and free-spirited, never emo or mentally exhausted.

Everyone in the group likes to talk big, but he is full of action, doing what he says, and is the cure for big talkers.

Good heavens, it has cured everyone's mental exhaustion quite a bit, and the atmosphere has been invigorated.

Brother Brother Nuanyang loves reading web novels and has a vast reading volume. Almost every novel mentioned when everyone chats about books, he knows, and even some very old web novels or obscure, niche books that Xiao Rong hasn't even heard of, he can chat about with everyone with great relish.

Most of us so-called fast-food web novel writers, whom mainstream public opinion looks down upon, are old bookworms who love web novels. We all once stole glances at novels under our quilts, forgetting to eat or sleep,

or went hungry to save money to rent books in black-market shops in small alleys,

or were once poor youths with no money, searching the entire web on Baidu for pirated sites just to find the latest chapter of that beloved book that haunted our dreams.

And Brother Brother Nuanyang can actually chat with us with such tacit understanding and flavor.

Anyone who has come into contact with him can clearly and unmistakably feel that this is a truly grounded old bookworm.

There is not a shred of pretense.

Morning, noon, evening—we can chat about books anytime, anywhere.

Brother Brother Nuanyang and everyone lamented the decline of early online gaming novels together, and by the way, recommended an ancient old book called "The Ultimate Virgin of Online Gaming."

We joked about the ominous twilight of Emperor Chendong together,

and criticized Brother Dog's "Great Dao Era" for stopping updates together. Hmm, back then, right after he finished tipping silver, he stopped updating and slacked off; it seems he did that for two books in a row (laughs).

Everyone also sent that "Born to Love Smiling" meme to persecute Brother Dog together, and urged updates from a little rich girl named "Vera Codes Every Day" who actually never codes.

And so on.

This atmosphere where book friends and authors are friends is very good,

rather than some distorted model of crazy worship, mythologizing the author, collective honor exploding, getting angry if others have the slightest disagreement or surpass them, and fighting with a face full of righteousness.

Little do they know, this book that you don't understand at all and are being sarcastic about is a book that some reader loves to read, and it might even become the enlightenment work for the birth of a better web novel in the future.

This should be a progressive relationship of inheritance, with love as the foundation, where everyone adds bricks and tiles together to nurture better works, allowing web novels, this literary carrier, to continue breaking circles and entering the hall of elegance.

Rather than "I am the only one who is supreme," with one book monopolizing the source of living water.

Author and author, author and book friend.

We should be friends, not enemies.

Sorry, I said a bit too much in this single chapter.

Because I saw quite a few arguments outside about whether Brother Nuanyang is a real person.

Excluding those led astray by rumors, some skeptics are not doubting whether Brother Nuanyang is a real person.

What they doubt is why fast-food garbage web novels deserve this kind of tip.

What they doubt is why a strange book they don't love deserves a larger tip than the books they like.

This is a self-castrating psychology.

Please, this is clearly the result of our—all authors, all readers who love web novels—working hard together.

Whether it is the success of web novels going overseas, web novels being selected for national collections, or the tips from wealthy book friends like Brother Brother Nuanyang.

These are all things jointly nurtured by the entire web novel circle, all writers, and all book friends.

It is the height piled up by the corpses of one failed garbage web novel after another.

We should feel honored.

We should feel encouraged and proud.

Such a "we" is more robust than the "we" of a single author and his single book friend group.

Let's recite it again:

We should be friends, not enemies.

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Regarding the voices outside doubting the real person, many peers in the group who know him wanted to go down and argue.

But every time, they were stopped by Brother Brother Nuanyang, who warned them with one sentence:

Write your books well, just write good works; don't worry about these things.

Xiao Rong wrote this rambling single chapter, and I don't know if it counts as going against the wishes of the person involved and doing a bad thing with good intentions.

Writing to this point, I suddenly remembered a small matter.

In early October, when the historical author "July New Fan," whom everyone liked very much, passed away,

everyone in the group was very sad, chatting and reviewing works like "Spring and Autumn I Am the King" and "Qin Official" that we had chased before.

I remember Brother Brother Nuanyang's avatar frame also popped up, saying he also liked July's "Qin Official."

He also said that the departure of a good author like July made him feel more compassion and sympathy for the web novel author group, which seems to be prone to illness.

Remembering this, when I typed it out in front of the computer, Xiao Rong suddenly vaguely understood something.

I understand why I often see the account "Brother Nuanyang 1314" rarely tipping platinum god-level authors, but often tipping many obscure small authors and low-heat books.

I understand why he went to generously and enthusiastically help when Brother Pei Dog just opened a new book recently.

I understand why, starting these two days, a salty fish failed author like Xiao Rong could also receive a Golden Alliance tip.

Let "us" thank Brother Brother Nuanyang for the Golden Grand Alliance.

That is all.