The days of being a writer in a different world

Two pairs of eyes faced many pairs, looking at each other in blank dismay.

"Hahaha, whoa, it's a good night tonight, this old man, that..." Mr. Shi and his grandson had been squatting in the corner planting mushrooms for a long time, and couldn't stand up for a while, blushing.

The doors of the rooms on both sides of the corridor are wide open, and the doors are vaguely filled with devices containing "meat and fruit".

There are seven or eight people around and squatting together at the entrance of 608B. It is basically an adult with a baby, quite orderly, just like queuing up outside the old expert clinic and squatting like cattle outside the train station.The smiles on everyone's faces were surprisingly consistent, embarrassing, embarrassing.

The children looked curiously at the two people who came out of the door—these children, big and small, looked a little special, either with pale faces and thin bodies, or with dull expressions and wandering eyes.

Originally, they were afraid that the chairs would make too much noise and they couldn’t run fast enough, so everyone squatted and stood, who knew it was rubbing against each other... Uh, the door suddenly opened.

This time, he didn't run away at all.A group of people in Liuzhou can be regarded as high-ranking and famous people, just like a poor village meeting in a mountain valley, they were arrested in groups—or they were caught on the spot while sneaking around without the permission of the master.

Well, cough, ashamed ashamed.

It's just that no one bothered to explain the greetings at this time. More than a dozen pairs of large and small eyes stared blankly at a bunch of sparkling roses floating towards the children, and they fell quietly, blending in silently. .

Among the tense and heavy breathing, there was a child's voice, crying and saying: "Grandpa, the flower fell on the face and disappeared. The mother-in-law said that boys can't like wearing flowers."

"Oh! My silly boy! You want as much as you want for this kind of flowers!" Shi Pingan, the president of Shi Da, stood up with his arms around the excited old man who was speechless, hugging the child and couldn't help but be overjoyed.

The crowd around burst into various cheers, holding their own children in their arms and chattering and asking questions, and the hallway was full of noise - after holding back for a long time, they were discovered anyway, so let's just let ourselves go!

The flowers chose their favorite child, beautiful, so they don't want stinky wolves!

As for Cheng Chen, the cold wind blew by, and he was speechless for a while...

It took a long time for everyone to think of the rightful master who was left out from the ecstasy.

There was nothing to say, Mr. Shi brought President Shi Da, and the grateful representatives of the masses, and respectfully invited Mr. An and the other to the general manager's office for a talk.

The old man poked his head to look at the room in 608B with a cracked door, hesitant to say: "Master, he..."

Grandmaster?Although Cheng Chen didn't understand what he was referring to, he still calmly pulled A Lang and locked the door behind him.

Following the regretful Shi family members to the hotel's luxurious president's office, scenes of human tragedies and comedies kicked off.

The first is an apology, an apology that goes deep to the soul, and even an old man bows deeply to apologize, what else can he say?

Then the representatives of the masses complained about their misery:

"...Don't look at me with two coins in my hand, but I really can't reach that circle. Masters of literati despise us! The rate of my baby's spirit combination is only 32%. Ordinary healers can't help it, and master literati don't care about it. Not like us. This time, Brother Shi had a heart, and he told me as soon as he heard the news. The child stayed at your door for half a night, and she is as beautiful as a flower, and she is also fused with a rose flower. ...

Wuwuwu, I thank you, I am very grateful to the master you invited, if you want to beat me, scold me, blame me, you come at me, Brother Shi just pities us. "

A big old man like a black bear cried so much that his nose was full of beards and he couldn't bear to see him. Fortunately, his family's little flower stayed outside and didn't see her father's bear appearance.

"Old, ashamed, ashamed! There are immature children and grandchildren in the family. I was awakened by the master's Lingbo last night. I really can't bear to miss it. We know that the master is low-key and uncontested, and he will never dare to act recklessly. My nephew who does not live up to expectations is also aware of it. Among friends, some children are really pitiful..."

As soon as the old man stretched out his hand, President Shi immediately presented a gold card with interest, bowed his head and whispered: "Mr. An, don't worry, the big guys here are all people on the scene, and they will never spread the news here. Neither do we Dare to tarnish the master with the stench of copper, this little gold card is not a tribute, it was opened with your registered name 'An Sheng', the initial password is 6 6, a small meaning is not a tribute, it is just a little heart from the big guy. I can only trouble you to tell the master Send us our admiration and thanks!"

Cheng Chen glanced over, and all kinds of people showed gratitude and gratitude on their faces, as well as a little humble and ashamed.Huang Jiguang was also among them, smiling shyly, he must have taken this opportunity to sell it to his relatives and friends in Liuzhou.

Things have come to this, what can be said?As for the "invited master" that no one has ever seen, well, it's good that everyone thinks so.

We can't stay in this place any longer, lest things get worse.

"A little respect", Cheng Chen went out of his way to smile on behalf of "Master".Although looking at the smiles of the children is heart-warming, the "supplement" originally given to A Lang is still lost, and the spiritual loss will be made up for by Tongqi!

When they packed up their things and left, Shi Jia and his father took the children to thank them again and again. The old gentleman said: "I don't want to thank you for your kindness, and I don't want to express my gratitude. It's just that I hope this little brother can insist on soaking in this medicinal bath. As little as three months, twice a week; as much as half a year, once a week."

Cheng Chen nodded to be taught, and took the large package of dry medicinal materials prepared by the historian for them. A Lang quickly grabbed the large package and carried it on his back.

"There is one more thing. The copper dendrobium in this recipe must be more than ten years old. The fresh ones picked in those years are especially good from the mountainous area east of Zhejiang Province. It's not too expensive, but it's rare. This time it's urgent, so it's safe The child I used was more than half a catty found by my subordinates, enough for a month, and this one in the future..."

The old man looked at Cheng Chen expectantly, and really hoped that he would leave an address and phone number, so that he could keep in touch with each other.President Shi, the "useless child", stood by and waited on the uncle's little grandson with a smile on his face.

"Then don't bother me, I'll find a way. Thank you, let's just leave it alone." Cheng Chen politely declined without even thinking about it. It would be more reassuring to wear a vest. Being surrounded by the old man, his words sounded old-fashioned.

Zhejiang Mansion... Touch the business card in your pocket, isn't Lao Huang from there?This supernatural local snake, if there is a chance, he should make good contact.

It is difficult to carry large and small bags, and I don't want to ask the people in the Shijia Hotel to help.Only the two worked harder, typed and sent them to the post office for delivery.

This time I learned how to behave, and found a good hotel in the suburbs.There are quiet hills nearby, just find a corner, as long as you don’t read new chapters and don’t let off “fireworks”, you can’t go wrong no matter what!

Taking a turn at the bank along the way, Cheng Chen's eyes widened in admiration for a little care in the gold card - 360 million!No wonder that Mr. Wei from "Wanyi" heard that the first soul of "Wild Swan" had been conferred, so he looked depressed because of blood mold.

Cheng Chen flicked the gold card and laughed it off.When the money reaches a certain amount, it is really just a number, not to mention that there are infinite resources in the sea of ​​consciousness waiting for him to develop and utilize.As long as I can live up to my conscience, while making myself and my loved ones safe and well-fed, it is a pleasant thing after all that Wen Ling, who has traveled through time and space, can help more helpless people.

A Lang's health is fine for a while, as long as he can recover slowly, the trip to Qingfu Literature Academy is on the agenda.

Since it is known as the School of Literature, it is naturally famous for its literature.The Qingfu Academy of Liberal Arts is a collection of humanities, and its articles have always been known for its elegance. Although the establishment of the academy was short, in the past few decades, there have been one Zhen Guo, one Ming Fu, and five people from the state, 17 people from the county, and [-] people from the township. There are countless people who know each other.

The School of Liberal Arts is proud of literature, and spiritual books are the medals and crowns of literati.

The Qingfu Academy of Literature was established when the Taizu of this dynasty proposed the New Culture Movement after the Constitutional Republic was established, and the name of the school was inscribed by the Taizu himself. Naturally, it received strong support from the current dynasty.At the same time as the establishment of the school, the collection of Daxing library was established, and it was my responsibility to collect the world's best books and wonderful essays. For this year, I often competed with local snakes for books.

Even today, although the precious ancient spiritual books are not as good as "Wanyi", the collection of medium and high-level spiritual books, as well as reprinted ordinary books of spiritual books, is quite complete.In particular, the college aims to cultivate high-level literati, with the teachers and students of the college as the cornerstone, and government subsidies and support, the new spiritual texts are passed on in an orderly manner, and the library is getting stronger and stronger.

Even during the winter vacation, there are still many students who live on campus and study hard, dabbling in their own library collections. After graduation, there will be no such good benefits.

When Cheng Chen walked into the Faculty of Arts with his family Alang, he saw a group of students discussing excitedly around the honor roll beside the main gate.

"Sure enough, she is a talented girl in our junior class! Chen Miaomiao, before the holiday, you still laughed at other people for having weak spiritual talents and no literary talents. Now, is this a slap in the face?!" The boy wearing a pair of thick glasses sneered at the side said the girl in red.

"Zhu Qishan should be the third one in the junior class to write a spiritual script, right?

"You are so sour! If you have the ability, you in the young crop class will hold back a copy of 'Zhou Wen'."

"Qian Rui, it's useless for you to brag about your Shanshan, she's not here." Chen Miaomiao snorted through her nose, crossed her arms and cast a cold glance at the young man with glasses.

"Hu, nonsense, my family, Zhu Qishan is the pride of our junior class!"

"Come on, stop making trouble, it's a great thing to have a few more literati in the junior class, why are you arguing..."

...Zhu Qishan?Shanniu should be studying in this school, she seems to have returned to school.

A somewhat familiar name came into his ears, and Cheng Chen was taken aback, and he also became a melon-eating crowd and leaned forward.

In the bulletin board made of plexiglass, a big red list is the first two words "Happy News", and the following is: Congratulations to Zhu Qishan, the outstanding student representative of the 93rd grade juvenile class of our school, who wrote the fairy tale book "Andersen" under the pen name "Andersen". The first part of "Wild Swan" successfully enlightened the soul and reached the level of "state news". Here, I would like to express my warm congratulations to Zhu Qishan...

Zhu Qishan wrote the first part of "Wild Swan" under the pen name "Andersen"? !

What the hell? !