The days of being a writer in a different world

Wang Chenwu is a veteran, the platoon leader of the XX Army retired at the age of 32.As soon as he retired, the glory he once had was quickly eclipsed. He was originally from the countryside, and this level was quite embarrassing, so he didn't have to think about any good placement.With a heartless heart, he took the money back to his hometown to contract dozens of acres of mountains and grow honey pomelo, and he could earn [-] to [-] yuan a year after digging the cost. Bitterness is bitterness, but compared to other folks who planed food in the soil, his ten thousand yuan household Can moisturize too much.

The only thing that worried him was the two children in the family. The mother-in-law and aunt were good girls who followed him to endure hardships and went to the mountains to plant fruits. They also gave him two children, a boy and a girl, one six years old and the other two and a half years old.It is said that this day should be beautiful, but the baby is happy for one year after birth, and worried for two years if he can't be enlightened. In the sixth year, the son is still a fleshy fruit, and the daughter can't be enlightened. This day is like a bitter lotus. With bitter gourd for dinner, bitter water oozes between the teeth.

If you want to find higher-level scribes and enlighteners, the price is really outrageous. After trying it once or twice, it doesn’t work, and the family is already too short to afford meat.At the age of less than forty, he watched white hairs rushing out one by one.Sometimes when I think about it, I don’t know how to survive this day.

He is the pillar of the family, and no matter how hard it is, he has to stand up and support his mother-in-law and children.

Fortunately, there is no such thing as an unparalleled road. A while ago, the old head of the group mysteriously called and gave him a special quota for enlightenment in Wenhui. .

The old head of the group said that this time, there is a Zhenguo literary master in Wenhuiji, who is very special. "Nan Kemeng", which cured his insomnia a while ago, was written by this Master An.Moreover, Master An's essays have always been effective in enlightening spirits, so he must try to stay on the scene no matter what, even if he is off the court, there may be a chance to enlighten the spirit.

Master An always likes to make big scenes!

The old head of the regiment failed to get Wang Chenwu the next day's spiritual enlightenment quota. It is really because of the internal news that Master An's name is too famous and the position is too sought-after.

On the first day of Wen's affairs, his two children still failed to enlighten their spirits, and another disappointment made his numb and cocooned heart a little tingling.

Fortunately, he kept the words of the old group leader in mind, to believe, Master An Ran is a master who can create miracles!

Wang Chenwu found a shelter from the wind in the corner of the gymnasium. The semi-open gymnasium is not too cold at night, so the mother-in-law and the children are temporarily settled. As long as it is not in the inner circle, the security guards will not rush.

He ran out in a hurry and bought ten big meat buns, a rare extravagance. He started eating meat in the past two days, and he had all six meals in two days. The family's Gua Po and Auntie hadn't had a good bite for a long time.Enduring hunger and licking his lips, he still didn't take a bite, and planned to go back and share the food with his mother-in-law.

As soon as he turned around, he ran into a man on the opposite side, and almost knocked over a bag of meat buns.Wang Chenwu held his breath and stared, only to see that the man was pulling a simple bucket containing a child, his eyes were straight, his face was pale, and he was floating out like a wandering spirit.The child in the bucket was silent. Obviously, this was also a heartbroken father.

The man didn't seem to even notice that he bumped into someone, staggered a few steps, and dragged the bucket out of his mind.

Wang Chenwu looked at his haggard face, slowed down his steps, and finally couldn't help but turned around and shouted: "Hey! Wait..."

After hearing his words, the distressed father finally had a glimmer of hope on his face, and said with tears in his eyes, "Brother, I, I thank you! No matter if it works or not, there is hope."

A secret legend quietly spread around the gymnasium, and more frustrated and painful wandering people sneaked back with their children, huddled in the corner of the gymnasium wall, waiting for the slightest hope.

Wang Chenwu silently made room for the crowded people, not knowing what it was like.

The auntie's dark and rough hands held his, and a warm smile appeared on her no longer young and pretty face: "Brother Wu, let's not deceive our hearts, God will reward us with good rewards, and Master An will bless us."

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Master An, who can "bless" the children's enlightenment, is waiting in the background, Zhe Xiaopang is like a hardworking bee buzzing around this delicate flower of Master An, and the dialect pops up: "Don't be nervous, Qian Don't be nervous, the Edu Club is good, the lighting, the location, the observation room... all right~"

Zhe rushed forward and hugged his greasy and sweaty son, and said with a smile: "Okay, I think you are much more nervous than Cheng Chen. Let Cheng Chen be quiet for a while."

This son is indeed his own, and he was assigned the service of Master An. Taking advantage of his innate friendship with classmates, this child has done a good job and is very considerate. I can proudly call out that there is a successor to Lao Zhe's family!

The drama at the front stage has already begun, and the team of Professor Liang Deheng is really generous, even inviting a top folk band to play "Neon Clothes and Feather Clothes Song".Dozens of dancers dressed in Tang Dynasty danced to the music, dancing in dancing postures, streams of light passed through the gaps, and "clouds and mists" shrouded the stage, just like an illusory fairyland.

"Is this the Spring Festival Gala?" Cheng Chen murmured with a toothache.

I saw a handsome uncle with a beautiful beard, wearing a Tang suit, walking towards the front desk amidst the music, and when he passed by Cheng Chen, he looked sideways and proudly said: "Young man, don't you want to write something sensual and meaty?" Yanwen, you can sit firmly in the country. You still have to learn what is ancient charm!"

Cheng Chen was not happy when he heard it, and faced him squarely, he said solemnly: "This uncle, who are you?!"

At this question, the handsome bearded uncle dilated his nostrils, stared angrily, twitched the corners of his mouth and snorted hatefully, shook his hands and twisted his head, and went to the stage angrily!

"This is Professor Liang Deheng." The dog-legged chubby whispered behind him.

"I know."

"I know you're still so rude..."

"Whether I offend him or not, he already regards me as an enemy. Then why should I hold back and humiliate myself?"

"That makes sense, I like it." Lao Jiang laughed, and everyone no longer took the bearded uncle's little thoughts to heart.

What's so embarrassing is to be confrontational!

Cheng Lang took a deep look at the uncle and turned his head indifferently.

The reciting on stage has already started. This Professor Liang has indeed practiced it. His breath is very steady and full of resonance. He can actually transmit his voice clearly to the backstage without borrowing a microphone.

Spiritual enlightenment focuses on resonating with the spiritual meaning between heaven and earth, and attracting spirituality. The most important thing is the blending of the reader's emotion and literary thinking. In fact, the pronunciation is not standard, and the sound is not loud.But there is a good typhoon, beautiful reciting demeanor, when it comes to setting up propaganda characters and enlightening powerful people, the impression bonus is too much!

It seems that Professor Liang's team has put a lot of effort into his character design and packaging. To the audience in front of the TV, it is even more pleasing to the eye and unaware of the seriousness.With just this one appearance, Professor Liang's audience votes went beyond 8!You know, these days are still dominated by Didi’s BB machines. Few people have a mobile phone to vote, and few people are interested in calling the hotline over and over again in front of a desktop phone to vote.

8 TV audience votes is already quite scary.

Liang Deheng glanced at the vote count display directly opposite, sneered slightly, and recited more confidently.The rich and deep baritone floats in the air, the colorful lights are dotted, and the quiet and misty soundtrack makes the love story between Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty and Concubine Yang Guifei tearful and lamentable.

Three or four faint, enchanting beauties dancing shadows floated out from the spiritual book in Professor Liang's hand, all of Ming Fu looked like it!

Liang Deheng raised his voice excitedly and complacently, but unfortunately until the end, there was no figure of Tang Minghuang. Although Mingfu, there was still a slight deficiency.

Liang Deheng could only end his chanting with regret, thinking secretly in his heart, it seems that in terms of the plot, especially the shaping of the male lead, he needs to be replaced by a capable person.There were cries of joy and tears from the audience, and he looked at the counting screen in full clothes, 36 people were enlightened, and 109588 audience votes, firmly ranking first.

He glanced sideways at the backstage, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch contemptuously. He really thought that with a little talent and no background to rely on, he could pry the sky of the literary world by himself?To step on the soles of the feet of a senior who has been through half his life?Innocent!

Cheng Chen straightened his clothes and took a deep breath.

Today, he specially wore a light blue shirt with a navy blue border to commemorate the dandelion who failed repeatedly on the earth.Besides, it would be too unsuitable for Ghost Fox Story not to wear the costume of a young scholar.Thinking of the classic scene where "brother" smashed steamed buns with a bookcase in "A Chinese Ghost Story", all I can do is sigh.

[The beautiful dream of life is like a long road, and the road is windy and frosty...] The BGM of "A Chinese Ghost Story" sounded in his heart, Cheng Chen gave Big Wolf and his friends a bright smile, and stepped firmly on the stage.

The hustle and bustle of the front desk has subsided, and a beam of light came on in the darkness, chasing the figure in a tall and straight shirt. The handsome young man stood still in front of the stage, like a small green pine with its branches and leaves stretched out.

He unfolded a stack of manuscripts in his hand, was silent for a moment, and thought quietly:

【"Ying Ning"... The girl walked a few steps over, looked at the maidservant and said with a smile: "This young man's eyes are burning like a thief!"]

Cluster after cluster of beautiful flowers of various colors, like the arrival of spring, the flowers are blooming in full bloom one after another.Among the flowers formed by spirituality, a naive and beautiful girl with beautiful eyes looked forward to her. She walked around to Cheng Chen and bowed, but couldn't help laughing and falling back and forth, teardrops——that was the laughing fox girl Ning .

The helpless cousin, Wang Zifu, walked up and down shaking his head, and the two of them turned into a stream of light in an instant and sprinkled down the stage.The brocade flowers also scattered into colorful streamers, spreading down the stage.The baby's cries sounded one after another. If the master hadn't continued to recite, the excited parents would have rushed forward.

Cheng Chen glanced at the data screen, there were 16 Qiling people, 42006 audience votes... There is still a gap.

He simply stopped paying attention to these things, and just concentrated on devoting himself to the weird world where ghosts and foxes also have feelings, reading aloud.What data, what literature and communication are all forgotten.

【Mother said: "This girl is too naive."】

The mother-in-law is helpless, the ghost mother is kind, and the son next door is frivolous... All kinds of characters depicted in Dangong's wonderful brushwork emerge from the paper one after another in Cheng Chen's emotionally resonant reading, either lightly or faintly. Thick pen and heavy ink, continuous inspiration, non-stop enlightenment!

The numbers on the data screen kept bouncing up at an alarming rate.

It took Cheng Chen about twenty minutes to finish reciting "Ying Ning" without resting, and then continued to recite "Nie Xiaoqian".

In this article, he combined the characters in the movie and made a slight adaptation.

It is said that Ning Caichen, who always said in Pugong's works that "there are no two colors in life", has a special liking for Xiaoqian, and he forgot to die. Later, after being admitted to Jinshi, he took a concubine and gave birth to a child, and this touching love disappeared forever. Mostly go.

So in Cheng Chen's adapted version, Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen were given a happy but sad ending.

Time is too tight, and I miss too much.

Amidst the faint sound of books, beautiful women who look like ghosts and fairies come out with low smiles, the ghostly big villain, the old black mountain demon, grandma, followed one after another, and the stumbled and embarrassed scholar Ning Caichen, with the support of the ghost girl Xiaoqian, flew away. Running out... The dark clouds rolled in one after another, and amidst the howling of ghosts and wolves, a "ghost land on earth" woven with spiritual energy was formed on and off the stage!

The ultimate achievement of opening the "Gate of Ghosts" that was not achieved during the Ghost Festival, is now get√ under Dangong Dafa.

The phantom seems real, Lingwen Township!

Liang Deheng's face was livid in the audience, and he pulled off a few beards. Suddenly, he had an idea and shouted at the staff: "Foul, foul! He's timed out!"

The director at the scene was very excited, calling with tears in his eyes for Zhen Guowen, who was born on the stage, what's wrong with writing Yinling's article, the "ghost" girl is so good, affectionate and righteous, the point is that she can rule the country!What time limit, what rules...cough!Well, the rules still need to be discussed a little bit, but Wendu Township can't be flexible?

Looking at Professor Liang, who was frowning and angry, the director felt that he had to give an explanation, otherwise the master would be dazed with anger, who would be the one here?

He quickly took out his phone, comforted Professor Liang, and called President Li at the same time. This matter still needs to be decided by an authority.

Zou Yan had just recovered from food poisoning. Zou Yan, who was waiting for the scene, had no blood on his dark face. He watched Liang Deheng jump up and down with a sneer and said with a sneer, "Young people are awesome. What's the rush when you've finished 'acting' before? Or you can feed An Ran some 'good food' when you're on stage?!"

Liang Deheng froze, humming coldly and turned his head away without looking at him.

"...Okay, okay, we must let Zhen Guolingwen perform well." The director ran over excitedly, holding the phone, and explained to Professor Liang that because of the extremely rare Zhen Guowen, the audience in the venue The crowd was excited outside the arena. Considering that the Wenhui was originally intended to promote spiritual writing and focus on communication, since there is such an excellent spiritual writing, it is better for Master An to recite it for the audience.

The director looked at Liang Dehengqing's palette face that was blushing, and added: "I consulted President Li Qiuzhi, and he made this decision unanimously with the jury. Even the crown prince and queen are very concerned about Master An Ran's series. Wen, I hope to finish listening..."

What else can I say?

Liang Deheng gritted his teeth and staggered away amidst Zou Yan's sneer.

Master An didn't know the swords and swords in the audience, he was completely immersed in the strange and alluring atmosphere of "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio".Before going on stage, I planned to read an article and a half, but when I came out of the spirit realm, I was in a fantasy world.

In the dark night, a white lantern in my mind lit up a faint yellow light, floating flickeringly into the study, a scholar in a blouse spread out yellowed paper, and wrote "Liaozhai" with a pen.