Rebirth of the Future: Portable Taoyuan

When moving, Ying Su didn't bring anything, but moved in with his computer.Take a comfortable hot bath, lie on the large and comfortable bed, and put a very unsightly big character.Stretched: "Ah! It feels comfortable to move to a new house!"

Then he sat up suddenly, and suddenly thought of a very serious problem. Now that he is gone, what will happen to the seeds, animals and plants in the little old man's room?So, he decided to continue working in the little old man's antique shop, empty out his big warehouse, and then run away.Ying Su smiled wickedly, um, that's all.

Then he went into the space, intending to loosen the soil for his young seedlings, but when he entered the space again, the rapeseed inside was ready to eat, and the spinach had grown quite big.The tomatoes have already budded, and if they are not put on the shelf, they may fall down. (Tomatoes are seedling plants that need to be given a trellis to climb to.)

Ying Su was a little stunned: "Wow, are all these things turned on? How can they grow so fast?"

Still, he was very happy and couldn't wait to taste the fresh vegetables.So he took a sickle from the tent and cut some spinach and rapeseed.Ready to make myself dinner.

When the aroma wafts from the kitchen, Ying Su's pure natural green dinner is ready.Since all the furniture in the new home is well-equipped, and the kitchen is also fully equipped, it saves him the trouble of shopping.So now he can wander around the house leisurely.

He picked up a chopstick and tasted fried rapeseed. Although they were all light and without any meaty smell, the taste was the best he had ever eaten.Natural things are different!

After Ying Su had dinner, he planned to go to the small gazebo on the roof to enjoy the cool night.

The small gazebo was designed in pure Chinese style, leaning on the beauty, Ying Su felt unprecedentedly comfortable.

Just about to lean against the beauty and take a nap, I suddenly heard a voice.

"Ah! Time, your magical tentacles, have taken me away from my youth. Ah! Time, your magical tentacles, how much has it changed me?"

Ying Su felt chills for a while, dare to show off his literary talents in front of Uncle Ying?What are you talking about, you, Uncle Ying, also graduated from the Chinese Department, and also took ancient Chinese literature as an elective.I'm not going to show you a hand, but you are the air of Mr. Ying, right?

So he cleared his throat, and read aloud affectionately: "Time didn't wait for me, you forgot to take me away, my left hand is a firefly that never forgets, and in my right hand is ten years of long meditation." After it was over, I closed my eyes enjoying it, as if I was really immersed in the sentimentality.He also sighed pretentiously, with a very flat expression.

Uh, who wrote this?Little Si is here?Alright, the handsome guy from the Tangtang Chinese department pirated Xiao Si's sentence.

After Ying Su finished reading, the expected voice came again: "I tried my best to forget! Those deep silences, silent wounds."

Good boy, he's in for a treat.

"A person always takes a strange road, sees a strange scenery, listens to a strange song, and then at a certain inadvertent moment, you will find that the things that you have tried so hard to forget are really forgotten. Really .”

The other party still seemed unconvinced.

"I have been working hard, I have been working hard, why, what I get, I never give more?"

Play with me, boy, play with you to death.

"Not every effort will pay off, but every harvest must be worked hard. This is an unfair and irreversible proposition"

Well, it seems that Ying Su's two years of university studies were not in vain, at least he learned how to plagiarize.

The voice on the other side was stunned for a while, and then came over again: "Is it a new neighbor? Excuse me, who is the new god?"

Ying Su sat up and looked towards the opposite side, and saw a young man with mid-length hair and worn jeans standing on the top of the opposite building.

Ying Su said contemptuously in his heart, cowboys were not popular hundreds of years ago, right?This person is designated to be playing performance art.Then squinted 45 degrees and looked at the sky and said those few sad words, oh my god, I felt chills again.

"Hello, new neighbor, come and sit down when you are free."

"Okay! Come here."

I rely on! !

Isn't this person too rude?I said let him come and he came?It's just being polite!

Ying Su glanced at the heavens, and there was already the sound of people going up the stairs downstairs.This brother is really fast.

After the 45-degree literary youth came up, Ying Su realized that the decadent youth was still a handsome and mature man.The hair is not as messy as imagined, but has a decadent taste.His skin is also fair and clean, there is no stubble on his face, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses adds a lot of bookish air to him.

The literary youth is very polite: "Hello, I am your new neighbor, my name is Wan Qijun, they all call me Wan Qi, you can call me Xiaojun.

Oh, what a handsome boy.

Ying Su just raised his hand, full of arrogance: "It's easy to talk, just sit down!"

Wan Chengjun sat down next to the beauty opposite him, apparently not paying much attention to Su's unreasonableness.

"Just now, when I heard what you said back to me, I think you seem to have a strong literary background? I don't know which website you are a master of?"

Which website to mix?Did he think of me as those third-rate writers?Although he also had the idea of ​​writing a novel, he never realized it.To be honest, being a third-rate writer is not as good as farming his land honestly.At that time, all the land in his space will be developed, which will be another way to make money.It's much better than typing those words and earning the little manuscript fee.

Ying Su finally stopped lying there sloppily, he sat up straight and said, "I'm not a great god, but a little god is barely one, you can call me a little god, I'm sick."

Wan Chengjun was amused by his words: "You are so humorous."

Ying Su stretched out his hand: "Ying Su." Wan Chengjun shook hands with him: "So it's Mr. Ying. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Call me Ying Su. Calling me Mr. will make people think I am very old. I have just turned 20 years old, and I am not born before you. So don't call me Mr. "

"Uh!" This man's thinking is really incomprehensible.

Wan Chengjun is a straightforward person, he immediately explained the purpose of coming: "Ying first, uh, Ying Su, I founded a literature website with a few like-minded friends, and I would like to invite you to join, I wonder if you are interested? "

"Not interested." Ying Su immediately refused.He is farming and writing novels, how can he have the energy.

Wan Chengjun was not discouraged either. You must know that the greater the master, the harder it is to invite him. Based on the few words he just said, Wan Chengjun concluded that he was definitely not someone in the pool.

Wan Chengjun sighed softly: "Alas! After Zhongyuan in 2012, there are very few ancient Chinese documents left. The loss of all others is really a great regret in the modern history of China!"

Ying Su nodded, followed suit, wait, what did he just say?Churn?Lost all?

So Ying Su became interested: "Then, do you know Guo Jingming?"

Wan Chengjun shook his head: "Is it your friend?"

"Aha, yes, yes! This kid used to like to write things very much. Not famous, not famous." Ying Su was secretly happy. Is this good news or bad news for him?

But he has always had a question in his mind, why are modern documents lost?It seems that this question should be asked to the little old man, he will definitely know the reason.

So he had a sudden whim: "I don't know what kind of website Wanqi Xiaopen is running. Is it popular?"

Wan Chengjun said: "The basic operation is not bad, and there are a lot of physical electronic copyright signings, but they still can't compete with the largest Zhengda Network. They have millions of authors, and we only have hundreds of thousands."

"Then, haven't you thought of another way?"

"I've been thinking of ways to do publicity, but there are a few capable veterans from Zhengda, and we, Xinlu, can't fight it. In addition, Mr. Ying, a famous literary figure, occasionally writes some strange talks on it, so Zhengda is The existence of the literary world at its peak."

Mr. Ying?

"You're talking about that archaeological old man Ying?"

"Yes, that old gentleman. He is a prodigy in the literary world. It is said that he never uses a computer to write. Instead, he writes directly on paper with a pen, and then takes it to Zhengda headquarters for entry. It is really admirable."

Ying Su felt that his face was cramping. If he said that the old man Ying didn't use a computer to write, it was because he didn't have a computer at all. He didn't know how this man in front of him would feel.

"Then you can engage in some essay solicitation activities, such as launching an essay solicitation on a certain topic, and cooperating with game companies at the same time. No.1 can adapt the story into an online game, or remake it into a TV series. Or a slightly better one. It is an encouragement for the author to make it into a radio play or a melodrama."

Wan Chengjun looked extremely excited: "Can you say a little more?"

Ying Su was just talking about it casually, but he didn't expect that the development of literature in the future would be so regressive. Could it be that literature has to be discarded with the advancement of technology?It is simply an insult to the 5000-year-old cultural heritage of the Chinese nation.Uh, but it seems that what he said was lost are only the works of modern Chinese history, right?Uh, it's okay, it's okay, if even the ancient literature is lost, it will be a big loss.

Ying Su felt that this Wan Chengjun was quite honest, since he was so eager to learn, he should teach him.

So he handed over all the marketing strategies on the modern literature website to Wan Chengjun.

As a result, Wan Chengjun was so grateful that he took his hand and kept saying, "Listen to what you said. After studying for ten years, I have a new idea in my mind, and I know the direction of Xinlu's development. Mr. Ying is right, and the online game company It is indeed a good strategy to cooperate with film and television production companies and media production companies. However, I still have an unfeeling request, Mr. Ying must promise me!"

Ying Su shook his hand: "I will register a pseudonym, but I don't know whether I will write it or not, because I am busy. You know, how can a successful man have no career? So, don't tell me when the time comes. It’s okay if I don’t help?” The big-tailed wolf got bigger and bigger.

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