The days of being a writer in a different world

Cheng Chen silently listened to the past years of Jiang Shicheng and A Lang who were covered by blood, and quietly got up and poured him a glass of his favorite "Kelulu" - an improved feature created by the party girls in Chakan Village The color of the drink is a bit weird. When the brown-black ointment is washed with water, pink bubbles will appear.It tastes even more strangely delicious, with a rich sweetness on the tip of the tongue and a bitter aftertaste. At the same time, there will be bursts of sweet and sour rushing straight to the top, like a lemon bomb suddenly bursting in the mouth.

"I salute you! Silent heroes." Cheng Chen raised his glass for those heroes who silently protect world peace, but cannot enjoy people's admiration, and have not even left their names.

Jiang Shicheng tasted the delicious weird drink cherishingly, his eyes and eyebrows were huddled together, he sucked in his breath, feeling refreshed.He hugged Master An's tender arms and raised his eyebrows: "Hahaha! Thank you, if you let me pack the rest of Kelulu, wouldn't it be more sincere to show your gratitude!"

"Okay! I'll give you the rest." Cheng Chen pushed away the former hero who was handsome for less than three seconds, and readily agreed. Anyway, there is only a little left, and at most two or three more cups.When the Dang family members come, well, don’t let the insomniac Jiang Weishi know that they have brought a bunch of specialties and Kelulu. These things are nutritious, but if you drink too much, you will get excited.

"Brother Jiang, are you still insomnia?"

Jiang Shicheng laughed, and grinned: "How can I do that! When I went to this shabby place in the countryside, I spent my whole day checking up on people who run around the rivers and lakes, using ghosts to fool people, and such trivial incidents as wild sages' whim' private revelation'. Or It's just like this now, guard, your hair hasn't grown, ahem, that young and promising Master Zhenguo, he is very leisurely, there is no great pressure, and I don't know how comfortable he slept."

Cheng Chen looked at him laughing and laughing, the corners of his eyes were still bloodshot, so, this is also someone who loves to talk hard and push himself.

Back in the room, Cheng Chen sat at the table and drew a timeline.

Jiang Shicheng is 38 this year, and he was 22 years old at the time—that is, he met Yazi 16 years ago.

Although this guy is long-winded and foolish, his professional ability is actually quite good, and he also looks tender.My own Alang can't tell his age at all, and he can't remember it. Yazi was too lonely back then, and Lao Jiang didn't know his exact age. He could only speculate based on Jiang Shicheng's age. Up to 34 to 5.

Li Xinyi also mentioned that the "leakage" was discovered by monitoring 15 years ago.The follow-up exploration and negotiations with other countries took about two years. 12 years ago, Jiang Shicheng, Yazi and other guardian elites participated in that tragic mission.

After that, there is an unclear timeline.

It is impossible to confirm the time of A Lang's disappearance, nor when he was branded by Li Qiuzhi after his disappearance, let alone when he escaped and wandered on the streets when he was free.

Looking back now, the so-called "spiritual betrayer" was only guessed by Mr. Shi when he saw the imprint on the side of A Lang's forehead. Was he really the so-called "spiritual betrayer"?When did he establish the relationship with Li Qiuzhi, the self-proclaimed "former spiritual master"?

Cheng Chen frowned and drew a series of question marks.

A Lang has completely lost his memory of the past, and seeking answers from Li Qiuzhi is like dancing with snakes, and Lao Jiang is only half aware.The remaining mysteries can only be solved slowly by looking for opportunities. If the price of solving the riddles is A Lang's pain, then even if these mysteries are never solved, so what?

He only hopes that the newborn Cheng Lang can continue to spend the rest of his life in peace and joy with a pure and simple heart and no old traces.

For A Lang's former comrades in arms, countless soldiers who silently defended their homes and the country—of course, there will also be more long-winded alternative heroes, such as Lao Jiang.Cheng Chen felt that since he knew the achievements they made with flesh and blood, but might never be made public, he had to do something, even if it was only a trivial point, to show his inner reverence.

Like insomnia—war trauma?

In his previous life, Cheng Chen knew a little about this disease on the Internet - he also likes iron and blood military literature.

There are many symptoms of war traumatic sequelae, insomnia is still a mild symptom, and more severe traumatic scenes will reappear—repeatedly entering the scene that caused great harm in consciousness, and mentally sluggish to oneself again and again.There is also an avoidance reaction, which is numb forgetting and unconsciously avoiding the past encounters. In a sense, this is a body's protection mechanism-A Lang's condition may also have this factor.

Another common situation is vigilance beyond the normal range. Extremely small actions will cause the person to overreact. The American Gulf veteran even had the tragedy of killing the person next to him overnight.

Insomnia is a symptom, or it may be an extension of another symptom.To heal, the most convenient way is to heal the scars of the spirit with spiritual scriptures and have a good dream.

If you want to talk about dreaming, this is a very famous classical literary work.

With a smile, Cheng Chen took out the reed paper from Yunmengze, as a good omen!

Do a good job in the pre-search work to make sure there is no duplication.Cheng Chen slowly unfolded and flattened the light green reed paper, with a smile on his lips, he picked up his pen intently: "Nanke Meng".

The story of a dream in Huangliang is familiar to the people who are flower growers. From Tang Dynasty's "Pillow Story", "Southern Keji" to Pu Gong's "Continuing Huangliang", there are countless adaptations.With their own experience and exquisite writing style, the masters of literature have integrated Buddhism, Taoism and religious images into it to persuade the world.

What Cheng Chen wants to do is to downplay the heavy religious metaphors in the article. Things are impermanent, and life is like a dream, but when you wake up from the dream, you have to work hard to live a better life.

I don’t want to write about listening to monks’ lectures, listening to Taoist priests’ dreams, and want to write about the retired General Jiang’s hungry stomach. How can I spend too much money? There are only a few clinking ones left for a generous reward. A pot of yellow sorghum rice, waiting and waiting, fell asleep under the locust tree.

[Piao Piao Ran, met three beauties by chance, and was recommended by them to become the attached horse of Huai'an Kingdom, and served as the governor of Nanke County.Calm down side affairs, recuperate, and have made outstanding achievements for more than 20 years, which can be described as a life of prosperity and wealth.But at the end of the day, he was framed by others, left his job and returned to his hometown, and returned depressed, with only a bald cow and a bicycle beside him. 】

Waking up suddenly from a dream, the servant's yellow rice is not yet cooked, and his pocket is still empty.The general rises from depression and becomes a hero in his dreams. He lives a rich life and benefits the country and himself. Only then can he live up to the body of this good man!

Stop pen and spread paper, thousands of words are written in one go.

Cheng Chen looked at the poor man Jiang in the article and laughed for a long time, then walked out of the room and shouted: "Old Jiang! Do you want to listen to my story?"

"Listen, why don't you listen?" Jiang Shicheng glanced at the large piece of paper with a faint green glow, nodded and agreed loudly.

"Okay, Jiang Weishi, please sit down and listen to me tell an interesting story."

It is rare for Jiang Shicheng to sit upright. Although the master is small, he is still at the level of an authentic township. Judging by the sparkle in his hand, it must not be a new manuscript, right?How can a master "tell a story" so casually, endowing the head of the spiritual book with the spirit?With this in mind, Lao Jiang also relaxed and listened to what interesting stories the dear little master had written.

[In the Tang Dynasty, Jiang Dacheng, a general of the Huainan Army, was highly skilled in martial arts. He resigned due to injury, and the ranger lived outside Yangzhou city.There is an ancient locust tree in front of the court, with several acres of clear shade, he often drinks under it with Hao Shi...]

Um?Hearing the name of the protagonist "Jiang Dacheng", Lao Jiang's ears pricked up, and his eyes gradually straightened. As Master An recited, the room was filled with the fragrance of yellow beams, and the shadows of dark green trees swayed , as real as unreal.

This, this, isn't it about telling a story?Why is it that "the illusion is real"? !Jiang Shicheng's head was dizzy, he really wanted to stand up in shock and shout: "Master An, can you not make trouble?! Tell a good story, how can you just suppress the country casually?!"

But this article is very strange. Amidst the fluttering sound of recitation, Lao Jiang seemed to see a shirtless and angry general who looked quite like himself, holding a flat purse, munching on yellow rice and cursing, Fell headlong into his body.

Then, and then he whirred—

Cheng Chen watched Lao Jiang fall headfirst with a smile, sleeping soundly like a dead pig, and secretly praised himself for a beautiful dream from Nanke.Presumably when he wakes up, there will be a qualitative leap in both body and spirit!

Look up and sweep, huh?In the corner of the living room, another military bodyguard, Yi Qing, also fell to the ground at some point, sound asleep.

It seems to be a bit cool in mid-spring, huh?Cheng Chen rubbed his nose, and went back to the guest room disheveledly, brought out two thin quilts, and covered each person with one.Oops, I didn't think carefully, the next time I recite this kind of hypnotic text, I must lay the floor.

Although the two bodyguards, who were originally very vigilant, could not resist the town's state-level hypnosis, they did not sleep for a long time. After more than an hour, they woke up almost at the same time.

After looking at each other, Jiang Shicheng stared at this young master who did not take an unusual path, and asked solemnly: "Master An, do you know that the head of your spiritual book has been endowed just now?!" He was still endowed with this half-waste material.

Cheng Chen grinned: "That was written casually for you to cure insomnia."

Jiang Shicheng's eyes couldn't help straightening up again, oh my god, why don't you go to heaven if you just write a Zhenguoling book to cure insomnia?He only felt his nose sore, his eyes filled with heat, wiped his face quickly, and whispered in the master's ear with a smile: "Well, master, in fact, I am still a little constipated..."

Cheng Chen slapped the shameless Jiang on the chest with a smile. He was very relieved to see that this alternative hero was uplifted, his eyes were full of light, and his eyes were no longer red and depressed.

"Mr. Cheng, can you, can you sell this spiritual book to our military? We will definitely offer the best price and give you the highest treatment..." Yi Qing couldn't continue speaking clumsily. , a master at the national level, enjoys the highest literati treatment given by the country, not to mention such a god-like soothing essay.

However, how many of his former comrades-in-arms are suffering from pain, not only physically, but also mentally.Even some of the strongest elites can no longer stay in the army because of mental trauma, and can only retire sadly. In addition to the pain and medals, they also have the mental torture that will accompany them for a lifetime.

"I originally planned to give this book to the government to heal the soldiers on all fronts who silently sacrificed for the country and the people." Cheng Chen smiled cutely and blinked, "Hey, don't fight, Anyone who sees it has a share! As for the remuneration, refer to other Zhen Guowen, just don't let me down, after all, I also have a big family to support!"

Yi Qinghong stared, stood up straight, exhausted all her strength, gave a standard military salute, and shouted: "... Chief, don't worry!"

Cheng Chen bared his teeth and covered his ears, expressing his relief, especially when he saw Jiang Weishi's face turning green.

This spiritual text will surely play its best role in healing the spiritual pain of the loveliest people.The result of the competition, of course, is that the master's wallet is full, a win-win situation!

The author has something to say: In order to avoid misunderstandings by readers, the main plot of the original "Nan Ke Ji" is still marked with a symbol. Well, the classic classic is actually a X-point male YY!