Dimensional Bookstore

When the sun was completely swallowed by the horizon, the deep silence of the night swallowed up the hustle and bustle of the world like a tide. Under the night, Kaiming Bookstore was silent like a lonely traveler.

The lights were not on in the store. Through the bright moonlight that came in from the window, Le Jing could barely see the faint outline of the bookstore.

Victor jumped down from the bookshelf, glanced at Le Jing and others who were concentrating and holding their breath to surround Lu Miaomiao in the middle, yawned, and the golden cat pupils shone in the dark. He shook his tail and looked curiously at Lu Miaomiao who was in the middle with her eyes closed and thinking.

The door of the bookstore was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and Fitzgerald rushed in and asked loudly: "I didn't miss anything, did I?"

"Shh!" Everyone except Lu Miaomiao turned their heads and stared at him, making a gesture to silence him. Fitzgerald quickly covered his mouth, and his sparkling blue eyes looked at Lu Miaomiao, who was silent, with concentration and expectation.

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For a while, the room was so quiet that everyone's breathing could be heard.

Ten seconds later, Lu Miaomiao opened her eyes, with a faint glow in her eyes, and a light air wrapped around her body.

She opened her lips slightly: "The wind is coming."

A breeze suddenly blew in the closed bookstore, and the wind spread around with Lu Miaomiao as the center, and the manuscripts on her desk were blown rustling.

The wind brushed Le Jing's cheek, just like the willow wind blowing on his face. He took a deep breath and smelled the faint fragrance of ink.

He looked at Lu Miaomiao intently, fearing that he would miss any details. Of course, Le Jing was not the only one who was so focused. The three geniuses, Xin Yuen, Sang Qing and Fitzgerald, also focused all their attention on Lu Miaomiao.

They were watching Lu Miaomiao's dream-weaving ceremony.

The story of the wolf boy Mowgli gave her inspiration, and she created a new story with the wolf boy as the protagonist.

Under the influence of the power of the dream weaver, each completed story will emit a smell that humans cannot smell, but only invisible things can smell. The smell of each story is different, and the invisible things will only sign a contract with works that smell good.

Invisible things are invisible and traceless. No one knows where they come from, and no one knows their social form. But one day, they suddenly appeared in this world. They are invisible and stateless. After signing a contract with the dream weaver's work, under the guidance of the dream weaver, they will transform into the various forms of beings in the dream weaver's work. When readers open the dream weaver's work, they will fall into a dream, and the whole person can enter the world where the work is located, and personally experience the feelings and thoughts that the author has invested in the work.

It has been half a year since Le Jing came to this world, and it is the first time he has witnessed a complete dream-weaving ceremony. Because dream weaving is a very private matter for dream weavers, they will not let people watch it casually. Le Jing and others were allowed to come and watch with Lu Miaomiao's permission.

Lu Miaomiao clenched the pen in her hand, slowly raised it, moved the pen tip in the air, and the clear voice sounded again: "Invite the dream."

A little light emerged from the area where her pen tip passed, like a firefly in the dark night. The light became more and more, and it merged into a cotton-like light ball.

Lu Miaomiao stretched out her left hand and placed it under the light ball. In the dark and silent night, her face illuminated by the light ball looked solemn and holy.

She carefully held up the light ball, as if she was holding up a small, newborn star.

She whispered: "Invite the dream."

As soon as the voice fell, the manuscripts on the desk suddenly flew up, and the manuscripts were arranged in concentric circles, layer by layer, surrounding Lu Miaomiao. The light ball that had been quietly staying in Lu Miaomiao's palm suddenly began to stir, and it was like plasticine that was transformed into various shapes.

Lu Miaomiao closed her eyes and smiled lightly, and suddenly there was a bright spot of light between her eyebrows. At the moment the spot of light appeared, the restless light ball in her palm immediately calmed down.

"I will offer my talent and energy to make a contract with the dream, can I?"

The light burst out of the light ball in an instant, which could compete with the brilliance of the sun and the moon. Le Jing subconsciously closed his eyes and left physiological tears.

When the light weakened, Le Jing opened his eyes and saw the light ball spit out strands of light and converged to the light spot on Lu Miaomiao's forehead. After the last ray of light also converged into Lu Miaomiao's eyebrows, she finally opened her eyes, her eyes were full of divine light, her expression was awe-inspiring, like a god.

"The contract is completed."

Then she pointed the tip of the pen at the sky and the earth respectively, and chanted in a low voice: "Weaving dreams."

Then the next moment Le Jing saw the strange and beautiful scenery that he would never forget in his life.

Beautiful and gorgeous, like a dream.

A beam of light as thick as a pen core continuously pierced through Lu Miaomiao's heart, like a meteor shower across the night, dragging its gorgeous long tail and drilling into the manuscript paper floating in the air one after another.

All kinds of fantastic scenes appeared above Lu Miaomiao's head. Sometimes it was a pack of wolves howling at the moon, sometimes it was a vast forest, sometimes it was a street with endless streams, and sometimes it was thousands of people with thousands of faces and thousands of emotions.

A vast world was born.

Under the guidance of Lu Miaomiao, it grew into a wonderful unknown.

Le Jing looked at all this in shock, and his heart couldn't help but beat violently. To use a more vulgar adjective to describe it, at this moment he heard the sound of the gears of fate starting to turn.

He suddenly had a hunch.

He was witnessing the beginning of a great legend.

No matter what the content of this book is, it will undoubtedly cause a sensation.

This is a work that George Orwell never wrote. Lu Miaomiao surpassed herself without knowing it, thus breaking the shackles of fate and winning a new future for herself.

History is rewritten from today.

Le Jing's sighing eyes swept over the faces with different expressions one by one, and huge expectation and curiosity emerged in his heart.

He didn't know what changes his intervention would bring, and he couldn't be sure whether the changes would be good or bad.

He didn't know what kind of future these monsters would create in this world.

Everything is unknown.

Everything needs time to be verified.

And this is the fascinating part of the future.

Because it is unknown, so I am looking forward to it, so I am excited, so I will go all out.

Being able to watch this great golden age and being the creator of all legends, Le Jing feels that he is really a lucky man.

Le Ling's voice suddenly sounded in his mind: [Le Jing, we have detected a submission on the website that meets your requirements. Do you want to read it? 】

The so-called website refers to a submission website run by Leling Architecture.

This website has only one function, which is to submit articles. Lejing promises to provide comprehensive writing assistance and guidance to those whose submissions are selected. With Lu Miaomiao and others as positive examples, coupled with Leling's operation and promotion, this website has achieved a certain degree of popularity around the world. Within two weeks from the start of the website. Contributions in different languages ​​from all over the world are received by the website every day. However, after Le Ling's screening, no one met Le Jing's requirements.

This was the first time Le Jing received a manuscript that met the requirements from Le Ling, and he couldn't help but be curious about the content of the manuscript.

[The name of the manuscript is "The Third Death", the author's name is Colin Dunn, from Latin America...]

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Colin Dunne is a bookworm.

Books are the spiritual food he relies on for a living. He can live without food for a day, but he cannot live without books for a day. But as he grew older, his taste became more and more picky, and it was difficult to find books that suited his taste.

He fell into a terrible literary famine. For this reason he has read his favorite books countless times. After he complained to his friends countless times about the quality of new books, his friend gave him a piece of advice that shocked him: "Since you can't find books to read, why don't you just start writing the stories you like?"

Write a book? ?

Colin occasionally had this thought, but he always quickly gave it up.

Although he has been reading for many years, it does not mean that he knows how to write.

He had also tried to write some short stories in private, but he always gave up halfway. Because no matter how he writes, he always feels that something is missing in his works. He was unable to accurately describe his thoughts and feelings in words. If the work written in this way cannot satisfy even himself, how can it impress others?

After hearing his doubts, his friend gave him a book and told him sternly: "This is the translation of "The Metamorphosis" which is very popular in China recently. You must read it! I think the author uses "Metamorphosis" in this book. A new way of writing may inspire you.”

Colin took the book home with suspicion. When he was lying in bed at night, he casually opened this book that his friend had recommended to him.

Then he fell asleep until dawn.

He never thought that novels could be written like this!

So subversive, so incredible, so...wonderful!

He jumped out of bed excitedly and walked around in front of the desk: "If novels can be written like this, then so can I!"

He picked up the pen and started writing quickly, finishing it in one go. This was his first completed short story, and he named it "The Third Death." It tells the story of a little boy who grew up in a coffin. After finishing writing, he nodded with satisfaction and couldn't wait to send it to a friend, asking for his review.

My friend praised his novel full of praise, thinking that this writing method is novel and unique, "it has a sense of absurdity and magic that combines mythology and fables with reality."

"You should keep writing!" My friend encouraged: "I think you have talent, and you will definitely be able to create better works in the future!"

Colin hesitated: "I just wrote casually, and my family has always wanted me to be a lawyer. I'm afraid I won't have time to create in the future..."

"Then don't be a lawyer, become a writer!" My friend said, "Wouldn't it be better to become a full-time writer like Sang Qing, the author of "Metamorphosis"?"

"...Writer? Me?" Colin felt a sense of absurdity: "You think too highly of me. I have only written a short story that is not good or bad, and I am still far from being a writer!" "

"Listen, if you want to know the level of your work, I can tell you a shortcut." The friend lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Just ask Sang Qing's agent!"

"Sang Qing's agent?"

"Yes, that's right, I single-handedly unearthed Sang Qing, the author of "1984" and "Animal Farm" Lu Miaomiao, the author of "Heaven on Earth" Fitzgerald and the legendary agent of the postmodernist painter Xin Yuen—— Le Jing. He has a keen eye known to the world. If it were him, he would definitely be able to see the value of your work at a glance!

Colin was stunned.

Although he had never heard of Le Jing, he was familiar with the titles of the books his friend mentioned. He had read all these books! Although they were not as attractive to him as "Metamorphosis", they were all excellent works!

And these excellent writers were all discovered by one person?

That agent must be a great man!

"How could a big man like him read my manuscript? I mean, I can't even contact him."

The friend smiled and said, "I have good news for you!"

"This agent is soliciting submissions from all over the world on his submission website!"

"Why not submit your manuscript to him as well?"

Colin swallowed his saliva and his heart beat violently.