“You might have misunderstood what I meant,”Zhang Heng said. “I didn’t ask for advice to become a second person. I just wanted to use these skills to write my own story.”


  Hemingway was surprised. “From what you said, other than me, you plan to ask a lot of people for advice?”


  “Why? Are there any taboos?”


  “Not really. In fact, most of the people in this manor hope that their writing style can be accepted by their peers, especially the younger generation of writers. Literature itself is passed down from generation to generation. For us, each generation is actually standing on the shoulders of our predecessors, tiptoeing and touching upwards, but……”


  Hemingway changed the topic, “However, the people who can come to this manor are all authors who have formed their own style. In other words, everyone has found their own path. “Generally speaking, unless there are any major changes in the process, everyone will follow the same path to the end. This is also why I said that I don’t want to teach you. After all, discussing and communicating is one thing, learning is another.

  Hemingway paused, “Furthermore, my personal style is too strong. I’m worried that it will affect your path, not to mention that you’re planning to ask someone else for advice. I can understand how you felt when you first came here. In fact, you’re not the first person to have such a plan. After all, it’s rare to have a place that can gather all the best writers in the world. There might even be people who have a deep influence on you, or even lead you on the path of literature. However, if you’re confused by these things and give up on your own path, it will only be a loss.”


  Hemingway was not a busybody. In fact, if it weren’t for Zhang Heng’s good marksmanship, he would have gone out hunting with him without a second thought. Furthermore, the time they spent together was quite good for his temper, he couldn’t be bothered to say so much to give him advice.