It Would Be Great If I Could Be a Copywriter

Not long after, the uncle clerk read most of the story in the second chapter, and his expression became complicated.

The detail later in the chapter is fantastic.

Especially the part where Violet stepped on the lake in order to help Oscar film the scene and collect the material.

The colorful illustrations are simply a stroke of genius.

Even he, who knows nothing about painting, feels that the illustrations appear just right.

The detailed descriptions and illustrations are even more pleasing to the eye.

【She flew like she was about to climb the stairs to heaven. Oscar was dumbfounded seeing this unusual action. Everything he saw afterwards was like slow motion.

When jumping at the critical point, Violet raised the hand holding the umbrella high and opened it suddenly. Like a flower blooming. The wind seems to have counted the timing to assist her feet, and the frilly flower umbrella swayed gracefully.

Skirts and umbrellas billow lightly in the air, and petticoats can be glimpsed fluttering. Lace-up high boots stepped on fallen leaves floating on the water.

That moment.

That moment.

that picture.

A scene as clear as a photo was frozen in front of Oscar's eyes.

Flower umbrellas floating in the air, dresses fluttering in the wind, girls lightly stepping on the lake.

Just like a magician. 】

After reading this paragraph and the illustration several times over and over again, the clerk continued to look down.

Afterwards, the most tear-jerking part began.

The novelist Oscar, after watching the every move of this girl who was very similar to his daughter, was finally touched, could no longer restrain his emotions, and sobbed softly on the spot.

The softest part of this man's heart was touched.

Violet reminded him of the promise he made with his daughter by the lake.

The voice of the daughter, the voice that was about to be forgotten, recalled in Oscar's mind.

"Someday, someday, I'll let you see, Dad."

The milky, sweet voice is more beautiful than any music.

Let the body move for it, let the soul divide for it.

Oscar stood by the lake, recalling everything about his daughter's life, and wept into tears.

At this moment, it is as if you are still alive.

want to see you.

Even just saying your name makes me sad.

I've always wanted to see you too.

In the end, the slow pen and ink were all used in the novelist's inner monologue.

Perhaps the term novelist is no longer appropriate to use now.

Because Oscar at this time is just a gentle father who misses his dead daughter.

For some reason, after reading this paragraph, the uncle clerk suddenly wanted to call his daughter.

His daughter is going to be an adult this year, and she will be eighteen years old after her birthday. She is in the blooming season, going to an ordinary high school, living with her parents in an ordinary way, and enjoying her youth in an ordinary way.

Well, the smell of this ordinary home smells like happiness.

He is very happy. Compared with the novel, his daughter is healthy.

Then, he tried his best to smile for the simplest happiness he felt.

But his Adam's apple squirmed, holding the book, he didn't smile, but choked up.

This feeling is very strange. It is obviously a plot of a novel that expresses emotions vividly, but when he reads these words, he can't help but be like Oscar in the book, and when he thinks of his daughter's past, he will burst into tears.

"You're quite an adult, a novel almost made you cry?"

The uncle clerk laughed at himself, trying to calm down the touch in his heart, and then he looked up.

It was completely dark.

There is a unique hustle and bustle in the city. Even if you look up at the sky through the glass of the bookstore, there are no clusters of stars.

The rush hours for school and cram school had already passed, and there was not a single customer in the bookstore, so he closed the magazine silently.

Well, it's time to close the shop.

——I originally thought so in my heart, but for some reason, when I saw the empty bookstore,

Unexpectedly, the clerk opened the magazine again.

Sure enough, it still doesn't work!

Without reading the story of Oscar, he felt as if something was missing in his heart, and he couldn't concentrate on doing anything.

Immerse yourself in the world of books.

The words in the book are frozen in Oscar's sensitive inner activities.

In an instant, various emotions such as grief, longing, regret, resentment...etc were intertwined in Oscar's heart.

Later, he simply knelt and sat by the lake, crying like a child who lost his favorite toy, sobbing in pain.

"...ah... really..."

"I really... hope you... don't die..."

"Live... grow up, grow up..."

Oscar's face was distorted because he couldn't control himself.

The more I talked, the more tears rolled down my eyes as if I didn't want money.

Later, the novelist was immersed in grief and couldn't extricate himself, and even had the stupid idea of ​​just killing himself and going to heaven to accompany his daughter.

The uncle clerk also frowned when he saw it.

But fortunately, the protagonist Violet is online at this time.

"master."

In the real world, the owner of the voice got up from the lake, panted and walked towards this side.

She was drenched, dripping, and her well-prepared attire was a mess.

However, her face showed the happiest smile so far:

"Did you see it? I took three steps."

A simple sentence completely calmed Oscar down.

He knew that this miraculous teenage girl had her wish granted.

"Yes, I see, Violet Evergarden."

...

At this point, the climax part is all over.

Finally, with the help of Violet, the novelist got out of the shadow of losing his wife and daughter and completed the final creation of the work.

Before leaving, when seeing Violet off, he expressed deep respect and gratitude to her.

After reading the whole story, the uncle clerk closed Qingman with satisfaction.

God made!

Absolute masterpiece!

A masterpiece of masterpieces!

This is definitely the most fragrant, warmest, and most emotionally expressive work he has seen in most of his life.

Originally, his understanding of light novels was limited to those gorgeous illustrations, plus childish plots that only children like.

...even though he is a book trader.

But today's "Violet Evergarden" has completely subverted this middle-aged man's perception of light novels.

It seems that light novels are also a unique form of expression, and there is no such thing as traditional literature or online literature.

Whether it's the incomparably delicate plot setting, or the emotional narration that has just been tasted, he can't stop.

What has the author experienced? Can you write such words that hit the soul directly?

This made him, a middle-aged uncle, admire him, and from today onwards, he has become one of Su Chen's most loyal fans in the light novel world.

Author: Little Vampire.

Illustration: Maoxuewang.

After engraving these two names deeply in his mind, the uncle clerk put the magazine away in his private drawer, closed the door to get off work, and strode out of the bookstore.

Now, it's time for him to return to that warm and ordinary home.

And the happiness brought to him by the works, and his wife and daughter.

Spend this another ordinary and warm Huaxiao together.

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