The days of being a writer in a different world

Early the next morning, I shook my head and read ancient poetry for half an hour with Mr. He. Tang poetry is still Tang poetry, but Song poetry is not Song poetry, but Yan poetry.Because the time axis of this parallel world and the earth seem to maintain an amplitude not far from the center line, Tang is still the same Tang, and Zhao Song has become Zhao Yan.The Great Song Dynasty flew away and became the Great Yan Dynasty, so there were Yan Ci but no Song.

Cheng Chen didn't read much Tang poetry and Song Ci back then, but at least he memorized a lot in elementary and middle school textbooks. When he was moved, he compared them one by one, and they were almost plausible.And there are far fewer famous poets than on Earth, but there are many poets whose suffixes are marked in parentheses——novelists.

This is so weird, could it be referring to a "novelist" who was one of the ten pre-Qin schools of thought?Uh, whether there is Qin remains to be verified!Cheng Chen made a mental note, planning to look up history, especially ancient literature, to compare the differences between the two worlds.

After the Chinese class, there are two calligraphy classes.

The calligraphy teacher's surname is Xu, he is a middle-aged handsome uncle, with slender eyebrows, brow color and pupils are faint, like ink painting.He was wearing a moon-white robe with wide sleeves, and a light gray belt was casually tied around his waist. His long black hair was loosely tied behind his head with a gray ribbon of the same color. the taste of.

After introducing himself, he squinted his eyes slightly and began to read the ancient texts. His voice was clear and melodious, very hypnotic: "The way of books is the only way of heart and sincerity. The sincerity is the way of the world, and the way of sincerity is the way of people..."

"Ouch! This Teacher Xu is my calligraphy tutor when I was a child. It's very, very scary!" Wenli widened his eyes and recognized the perpetrator of the unforgettable "tragedy" in his short life. It's all green.

"No way! Teacher Xu is so handsome, you must have been too stupid before." Yu Lisi stared at the teacher intently, with stars in her eyes.

With just a few whispers, Teacher Xu turned his head, his long black hair drew a beautiful arc, he stared at Wenli and shouted in a low voice: "Xincheng, first of all, you must discipline yourself, young age is not for relaxing yourself." Excuse! Arts and sciences, stand facing the wall for 5 minutes, come to my office after class and recite the 'Book of Scripture' ten times!"

Wen Hao wailed, and slapped his handsome face flat on the table, his hairdo couldn't be bothered: "It's over!"

Cheng Chen looked sympathetically at Wen, who was sticking to the corner of the wall to imitate the statue, and quickly sat upright to avoid being watched by Teacher Xu.

"...Calligraphy is the body of words. If paper is the sea that carries thoughts and souls, then calligraphy is the boat of words. The spirit we call is the spiritual body that human beings return to the world after the body disappears. The body is what distinguishes the soul. The carrier of the boundary between you and me, when the body dies, the spirit will no longer distinguish between you and me, gather and disperse impermanently, and be scattered in the world, waiting for a certain day to meet an article that can communicate with the spirit, and reunite with the new body, Born from inspiration.

It's as if the river water transpires into clouds and turns into rain. Even if it falls to the river on the ground again, the water is still water, but it is no longer the river water it used to be. "

Cheng Chen was engrossed in hearing this, thinking about himself, when his soul was scattered, he met great luck and was tossed in another world, in fact, he is no longer the same person he used to be.

"Good calligraphy can make your boat of words stronger, attract more and more powerful spirits, and can also carry more spirits, and even make scattered spirits gather together to form a strong spirit. No matter how good it is No matter how spiritual an article is, if there is no good paper and good characters, it will be destroyed in an instant! Because a piece of bad characters cannot bear the luxury of the text, let alone a strong soul."

"For everyone, good paper is not a problem, and good writing cannot be forced. Then, only good calligraphy, even if you have no talent, you can go straight to the sky! So, starting today, each person will have three big characters per day. Practice the three characters of 'spirit', 'I', and 'book'. Study ink!"

Under Teacher Xu's stern voice, the little animals began to practice hard calligraphy.

For Cheng Chen, a technical nerd and a computer and mobile phone geek, practicing brush calligraphy is a death sentence!

"There is no fixed way to hold a pen, it should be wide and wide. You can use five fingers to hold the pen, three fingers to hold the pen, and use skill with the wrist..." Teacher Xu, who was wearing a fluttering long dress, walked slowly among the students, correcting their posture one by one.Most of the students in group B have been taught various subjects since they were young, and they can just pass the basic knowledge, which is relatively worry-free...

Xu Changfeng's eyes suddenly froze. There was a student who was so eye-catching, like a firefly in the dark night. Among thousands of people, he could only be seen in his figure - holding a pen like a chicken, licking ink like a sauce , staring like copper bells, sweating profusely, grabbing a brush, and drawing a fat and twisted black earthworm on the snow-white paper.

Teacher Xu only felt a surge of Qi from his dantian welling up in his throat, and shouted angrily: "Stop!"

Cheng Chen was startled, and his hands stopped, but the ink-soaked brush couldn't understand the master's panic at all, and splashed a large drop on the paper in a chic way, black as burnt, ugly as a lump...

"Teacher, this, if I say I didn't do it on purpose, would you believe me?" Cheng Chen asked cautiously.

Xu Changfeng's luck, luck, luck, the anger that went straight to his head finally turned back to his dantian, hey!Practicing qi and cultivating the mind is still not enough!He looked at the student number on the table, and clicked on the roster: "No. 3 Li Yanxin, No. 12 Chen Si, No. 17 Qin Lan, and No. 22 Cheng Chen, come out!"

Looking at the four pillars standing in front of him with his head bowed and his breath held back, Teacher Xu sighed: "It's not that you four are not serious, it's just..." He pondered for a while, not wanting to hurt the child's self-esteem.

Li Yanxin stood on the far side, the only little girl among the four, she was almost crying when she was picked up by the teacher.

Cheng Chen raised his head quietly, feeling a little depressed, raised his pen and blurted out: "Teacher, I have nothing to do with this thing!"

Uh, I've read too many novels by the Great Desolate Immortals.

The corner of Xu Changfeng's mouth twitched, and he couldn't think of a better word. These children can't say that they don't work hard, but they really don't have anything to do with brushes!Practice brush calligraphy, get twice the result with half the effort.

"Okay, don't be discouraged, 'Walk to the poor water, sit and watch the clouds rise', you can't get a brush, you can still learn hard pens, maybe you have a talent for hard pens?" He walked to the podium and took out a few pens to distribute to children.

"Just with hard pens, you can't use rice paper. There are many papers suitable for hard pens. Modern improved papyrus, parchment, and hand-pressed paper can be used to write articles, especially the paper made by literati. It is used for books. Wen Qiling, the effect is miraculous, rare. It’s just for daily practice, you can use printing paper.”

So as not to waste good paper.Teacher Xu swallowed this half sentence naturally.

Cheng Chen and the other three troubled brothers and sisters took the pens together, thanked the teacher, and went back to their seats to lick their wounds silently.

The pen given by Mr. Xu has a dark gray metal shell and a straight and long silver tip. It slides gently across the paper, and the water comes out very smoothly. With a little pressure, the strokes are strong and sharp.Really good.

Holding the hard pen, Cheng Chen felt much more at ease. He had used hard pens such as pencils and pens for more than 20 years in his previous life, and the handwriting was not ugly. If you practice hard, it shouldn't be difficult to get back in shape.

He held his breath, and wrote his name in this life on the snow-white printing paper: "Cheng Chen".Looking left and right, the structure is correct and the strokes are full. Although the strokes are a little stiff and sluggish, I believe that after a lot of hard work, there will still be occasional drips!

Xu Changfeng quietly walked beside Cheng Chen, stood there for a while, saw that he was seriously practicing the basic strokes according to the posts, and nodded invisibly.

People are not afraid of not having talent, but they are afraid that they will not work hard without talent.

During the lunch break, I called Aunt Lian to report that she was safe, and Cheng Chen pulled his bangs and ran to the library.Classes start at 2:30 in the afternoon, and there is more than two hours of rest time after lunch. It is shameful to waste it!

Liu Hai was a little dazed, took out some small notes from his pocket while running, quickly picked out one and held it in front of Cheng Chen: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Chen glanced at the note unexpectedly, and praised: "Is there any progress? Young man, there is no need to write the note now. Let's go to the library together! Borrow a few more books for me. I asked Mr. Li. Only three copies can be borrowed at a time."

He really wanted to recruit both Zhe Zong and Wen Hao, but the one was afraid of sleeping and was determined not to waste his good nap time;

Liu Hai grabbed his clothes and pointed to a row of yellow bicycles on the side of the road.

For the safety of teachers and students, cars and private bicycles are not allowed on Longchuan campus, but many public bicycle parking spots have been set up.Teachers and students can borrow rides for free, but they have to swipe their registered ID cards, and only those over 12 years old are allowed to ride.

Of course, a kid like Liu Hai in the first grade is useless, but he has an older and tall classmate Cheng by his side!Why are you foolishly running towards youth under the scorching sun?

Suddenly, Cheng Chen gave the smart kid his thumbs up, swiped the card to unlock the lock, and rode on the bike with his long legs.

"Wait a minute!" The big man stopped the child who wanted to climb into the back seat.

Liu Hai was depressed, took out a small note and held it high: "Why?"

Cheng Chen chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I'll try first, so I don't fall you." I haven't ridden a bicycle for many years!Most of the time in this life, I pretended to be a vegetative person. After waking up for a few months, I only moved my arms and legs deftly. I have never ridden a bicycle!

Fortunately, this skill will not be lost for many years, and after a few small turns, you can ride in style.

Follow the route that Mr. Li said, turn around the restaurant, turn towards the ginkgo forest on the west side of the auditorium, and you will arrive at the library in about ten minutes.

Cheng Chen said that he wanted to understand the history and literature of the Hua Kingdom, and the librarian helped to make a list of books, including "General History of Hua Kingdom", "5000 Years", "Literary Changes from the Evolution of Paper", "Water Blue Star Road"...

Shui Lanxing... Hehe, so cute.The former earthlings held six books contentedly, and carried the righteous "dumb" classmates back to the dormitory.

After spending three days of spare time, Cheng Chen carefully scanned the six books from head to toe, studied them carefully, and gained a relatively comprehensive understanding of the history of Shuilanxing and Huaguo.The overall trend of history has not changed much, and the humanities have become very different from the earth because of the existence of "spirits".

For example, in the dynasty, because of the great role of novelists in enlightening spirits, among the ten schools of pre-Qin, Confucianism, Mohism and law were both dominant, and the rest of the schools have more or less been handed down to this day, not Confucianism since the Han Dynasty.

However, in the Jin Dynasty, the literary talents were very popular, and the seven sages in the bamboo forest all had great writings, and their inspirations were unique, and heroes were born from time to time.The barbarian shamans are invincible, and they were driven to the desert ice field. There will be no more tragedies of chaos and chaos, and no more sixteen kingdoms.

Dynasties changed, and there was still Yuan after Tang Yan, but it was because the Mongolian and Yuan shamans integrated ancient Western "witchcraft" in the arduous journey of Xituo, and used blood on papyrus and parchment to draw out wild and fierce spirit.In terms of ethnic origin, it also incorporates the rough and brutal nature of Westerners.The two evils merged into one, and the yellow peril flowed from east to west, and from west to east again, so that the Chinese people were almost wiped out.

Fortunately, in Yan Dynasty, there were a few great writers who have been famous through the ages, and they worked hard to write a few majestic essays that shine through the past and present. They turned the tide and inspired a group of heroes.

Since then, the Ming Dynasty has been glorious for hundreds of years, slowly decayed and fell, and evolved into a fertile soil for modern constitutional monarchy, and the braided dynasty has no chance to seize the luck of the Central Plains.

After getting a general understanding of the history of Shuilanxing, Cheng Chen intends to start with the novelists of the Qin Dynasty, read the famous novels of this world, pay tribute to the literati and inkmen who left their names in the thousands of years of civilization of Shuilanxing Dahua, and their stories. work.

Well, of course, it is more important to see if there is room for the works of the masters on earth.