All joking aside, Lin Chaoyang was still very humane. He specially treated Luan Walter to a big meal and rested for a night before going to see Ron Woodruff.

Ron Woodruff is in his early forties, handsome, with long light brown hair and a mustache. He wears jeans and snakeskin boots. He looks unruly and is indeed a bit of a cowboy.

True color.

It's a pity that he seemed to be severely tortured by the disease and was thin and thin. Lin Chaoyang compared Matthew McConaughey in the movie with Ron Woodroof in front of him, and he was indeed highly restored.

Lin Chaoyang's scrutinizing gaze made Ron Woodroof very uncomfortable, and he felt that his eyes contained discrimination against patients.

So he asked very rudely: "Chinaman, what are you looking at?"

Lin Chaoyang was not angry at his rude questioning and said calmly: "I am reading the protagonist in my book!"

Human beings are not afraid of you scolding them, but they are afraid of being praised.

At Ron Woodruff's stage, he had turned his back on many material things, and instead was full of longing for spiritual pursuits that he had not cared about before.

"The protagonist of the book", Lin Chaoyang's words almost made him smile.

He pretended to be reserved, "I have read your "The Truman Show" and it was pretty good."

"Thank you. It seems you love reading books?"

Lin Chaoyang's question opened the topic. Ron Woodruff said: "After I got sick, I read a lot of books in order to save myself, some of which were medical and some of which were novels."

"Medical readings can help you understand your condition, and novels are used to soothe mental pain.

What you read are mostly inspirational content, right?”

No one likes to have their thoughts revealed. Ron Woodruff said angrily: "Don't be so smart!"

"I'm just imagining your mental journey. After all, there are not many people like you who dare to fight against terminal illness resolutely.

I gave a speech at Columbia University a few days ago, and the title was "Be Your Own Hero"——

Here we go again! Here we go again!

Luan Walter, who was sitting next door, could clearly hear the conversation between Lin Chaoyang and Ron Woodruff.

What a cunning Lin, using such sweet words to deceive a simple cowboy.

Luan Walter was complaining and listening to the conversation between the two, and unknowingly walked into Ron...

Woodruff's story.

The rodeo in Dallas, Texas, was as lively as ever, with blue skies and white clouds, huge crowds of people, and a lot of noise, mixed with the noise, obscene chatter, and strange noises unique to bull riding.

All this noise gradually disappeared...

In a closed venue, a dashing cowboy rides on a bull. As the bull jumps, the knight's body bounces up and down.

Like a small boat in the rough waves, but always firmly in control of the initiative.

Ron Woodroof was wearing jeans, snakeskin boots, a dusty cowboy hat, and aviator sunglasses on his nose, and he was having an affair with a young woman.

Through the gap in the wooden fence of the bullpen, he looked into the field and saw that the bull was desperately trying to get rid of the cowboy on its back.

The cowboy was thrown to the ground and fell heavily, but Ron Woodruff was not affected at all...

The conversation, or interview, between Lin Chaoyang and Ron Woodruff lasted three days, from the initial vigilance and suspicion to calm statements, to the final openness.

Ron Woodruff's attitude changed so drastically that Luann Walter, the observer, couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

At the end of the interview, Ron Woodruff revealed his most vulnerable side to Lin Chaoyang under his strong appearance.

"Lin, tell me, how long can I live?" There seemed to be a hint of prayer behind Ron Woodruff's question. But Lin Chaoyang did not paralyze him with pleasant words like he did at first, but said without mercy:

"Who knows? Maybe next year, maybe next month, maybe tomorrow."

When he heard this, Luan Walter couldn't help but worry that with Ron Woodruff's bad temper, he might have a fight with Lin Chaoyang.

He is a walking virus warehouse!

Just when Luan Walter was hesitating whether he should help after the two started fucking, the atmosphere in the next room was surprisingly calm.

"Haha..." Ron Woodruff's smile was like an old bellows that had been out of service, harsh and rough, but not angry.

"You guys are so merciless! You have all the materials, right?"

Lin Chaoyang did not answer Ron Woodruff, but asked him: "Ron, do you know?"

"Know what?"

"A person will die three times in his life."

"Three deaths? What do you mean?" Ron Woodruff asked.

"The first death refers to biological death. This is an inevitable natural law. Vital signs quietly extinguish at a certain moment.

Although the signs of life disappear, the traces of their past will not disappear immediately. The time spent and the memories created together with relatives, friends and strangers will remain in their hearts forever.

The second death is sociological death. A funeral is a solemn farewell ceremony that marks the end of our social role in this world.

We are no longer sons, daughters, husbands, wives, friends, colleagues, these identity labels have been taken off one by one.

However, this does not mean that our existence is worthless. On the contrary, the various roles we play in life make the world more colorful..."

Lin Chaoyang spoke in a low and slow tone, but every word was like a soldering iron, engraved into Luan Walter's heart.

He believed that Ron Woodroof felt the same way at this moment.

"The third death - the third death is when the last person who remembers you dies, and everything seems to have returned to nothingness."

When Lin Chaoyang finished these words, the silent atmosphere lasted for a while, and Ron Woodruff's sad voice sounded.

"What a meaningless life!"

"No!" Lin Chaoyang said.

"On the contrary, it is precisely because we have existed that the world has become a better place.

The people we have loved, the destinies we have changed, the thoughts and works of art we have left behind,

They will all continue to flow in the long river of time."

Lin Chaoyang's words were not impassioned, but Luan Walter felt a surge of warmth in his heart. While feeling the warmth of the sun, he was also full of confidence and expectations for life.

But in the other room, Ron Woodruff's reaction was silent. After a long time, he said, "How wonderful it would be if what you said was true!"

His voice was full of sobriety and regret.

"Ron, the purpose of the conditions you made with Random House is simply to make more people remember you.

The conversations we have had over the past few days may not bring any changes to you, but you should believe it.

Maybe a year from now, maybe three to five years from now, the number of people in this world who know your name will definitely be ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times more than now!"

Listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, Ron Woodruff laughed again, this time his laughter was more cheerful.

"Maybe, I really look forward to seeing that day."

The interview was over, the door creaked, and Lin Chaoyang appeared in front of Luan Walter, who was about to speak.

Lin Chaoyang suddenly turned around and asked, "Ron, why must the sales volume of this book be 5.3 million copies?"

"Because of The Old Man and the Sea." Ron Woodruff's voice came from inside the room.

Lin Chaoyang smiled clearly, and then walked out of the room, and Luan Walter followed in his footsteps.

It was evening now, and the setting sun was burning with its afterglow falling into the valley in the distance.

Luanne Walter asked: "Lin, when he talks about "The Old Man and the Sea," does he mean sales?"

"It should be. Wouldn't you know if you go back and check? There is indeed a copy of "The Old Man and the Sea" in his room."

Luan Walter murmured: "That's it."

While he was stunned, Lin Chaoyang had already taken a few steps, and he quickly caught up with him.

After getting in the car, Luan Walter asked carefully: "Do you think we should go to the hospital for a check-up?"

"You should go there."

When interacting with Ron Woodruff these past few days, Lin Chaoyang behaved calmly and calmly, while Lu An...

Walter thought he didn't take these dangers to heart at all, and was even prepared to be scolded and fussed by Lin Chaoyang.

Unexpectedly, Lin Chaoyang agreed so readily. He pointed at Lin Chaoyang in surprise.

"We have an old saying in China, be careful and sail the ship for thousands of years."

"That's not what your old Chinese proverb said a few days ago!"

"Stop talking nonsense and drive!"

After a visit to the hospital, they made sure everything was fine, and the two of them relieved their worries.

Just like when he came here, Luan Walter was still driving when he went back, but this time he didn't complain. He was used to this mode and even felt quite honored.

Because he had listened to the conversation between Lin Chaoyang and Ron Woodruff almost word for word these past few days, he felt that he was doing something particularly meaningful.

On the way back, he excitedly discussed with Lin Chaoyang how to write this new book, how to lay it out, and how to create characters...until Lin Chaoyang became impatient.

"Drive your car, an editor can talk so much!"
To be continued...