Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

The little bald man just looked at the vast expanse of whiteness.

It seems that it can get some power in this boundless nothingness like the sky.

He remembers...he remembers...was, was...

It wasn't his past, but he remembered it.

Sangwen came out of the room and saw Taotie sleeping on the table in the living room, and pulled him up by the back of his neck.

Taotie was confused, and murmured: "...Huh?"

"Yuan Cang is back?" Sang Wen was actually very sure, it didn't look like he was asking at all.After all, this matter is too familiar. Going to He Yong's place to get the key things back is the same style as the last time I went to Sang's house to get the design drawings of Xiguang's drawings and throw them outside.

Taotie nodded: "Yes, he played with me for quite a while."

Sangwen stood there, silent for a moment.

He knew that Yuan Cang came back and Yuan Cang helped him, but he couldn't see why.

Damn unexplainable love.

gas.people.

Tao Tie sensed something was wrong, grabbed Sangwen's arm: "Father, why are you not like before? We are like before, is it not good to be the same family?"

"..." Then it's not like a family, it's really a family.

Sang Wen touched Taotie's head, exactly the same way Yuan Cang touched it just now.

Taotie shook his head.Chick Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi.

Sangwin put it back, went back to the room, and looked at the diary.

After turning a few pages, his face completely turned cold.

When he saw half of it, Tu Baba came holding the furball cub.

When I entered the door, I went straight to the point: "I'm really restless, we lost too easily in the first trial, and now the entire star network is full of all kinds of suspicions, which is too bad for us in the second trial."

When Sang Wen logged on Starnet, it was easy to see all kinds of comments.

[It's the first time I've seen someone lose like this in the first trial. Could it be just a simple touch?To be honest, I have seen many people who touch porcelain in the judicial system. 】

[The He Yong family has been doing charity for so many years, so it doesn't look like a bad person!As for suspecting that someone killed someone, or suspecting that someone has some undisclosed knowledge? 】

[Is the upstairs head full of rice porridge? !Can He Yijian's "San Zi Jing" prove that they have public knowledge? !Isn't this a violation of our right to knowledge and education? ! 】

[What are you asking for other people's things! 】

【who's stuff!That's something for all humanity!Nanima is my thing! 】

"This group of people..." Tu Baba snorted coldly, and the little curly hair trembled, "They were the ones who said why they didn't accuse espionage during the day, but now they say that they do a lot of charity, how could they be bad guys? They too!"

"if not?"

Sangwen didn't look angry at all: "If all the people in the world have brains, how did the empire manage slavery for thousands of years?"

"What should we do now..." Tu Baba pressed his chin against Mao Bu Lai's hairy head.

"There are loopholes in the law." Sangwen looked up at Tu Baba, and told him a story of the past, "When I was not in my freshman year, I was writing in Yuntu, and many people posted on the forum. scold me."

"The more people scold you on the forum, the more people mention you. The masses don't bother to know the truth. When they see it, why do you appear on my homepage all the time? You must be hyping yourself .You not only hype yourself, you also earn points.”

"I didn't go to quarrel with them at the time. I took a piece of black history of the Federation and put it in the post. After a while, the Optical Brain Control Office directly deleted the post, and I was safe."

Sangwen explained: "Sometimes, you don't have to use your brain to exploit loopholes."

"Three trials are no different from three wars."

Tubaba heard Sangwen say this: "We have too little in our hands now, all we can do is to play with the opponent in a false way. If we take out all the cards in the first trial and we cannot guarantee victory, then the first trial It’s better to just lose.”

"Let the enemy relax their vigilance and be unprepared. During the second trial, they were caught by surprise. Winning or losing in the second trial is not as important as the third trial. The rules of this trial are not detailed and full of loopholes. If we don't exploit the enemy, we will exploit it, so we must exploit it." .”

Tu Baba was a little confused.

Isn't it... isn't it so blatant to take advantage of the loopholes of the law?

After being stunned for a while, he asked, "During the second trial, did you ask that little bald man to testify?"

"Originally, but it doesn't seem necessary now." Sangwen looked at the diary in his hand, thoughtfully.

At this time, He Yong listened to his subordinate's report.

"A group of kids in their teens come to challenge the Patriarch, which means they are overthinking their capabilities." The flattery words of his subordinates sound nice, but while He Yong is satisfied, he always feels vaguely that something is wrong.

He knew that his enemy was Sang Wen. Sang Wen was just the editor-in-chief of "The Far Side", and he was just a young literati. He couldn't compare to Zhuang Zhou who made him trouble.

But He Yong couldn't let go of his heart.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for the second trial.

More people watched the holographic live broadcast this time, and they all wanted to see who lost easily in the first trial, and whether they won or lost in the second trial.

The old man who won the first trial came again, and he still looked leisurely there until he heard a sound.

——“Invite witnesses to appear in court.”

The old man was taken aback.

I suspect that I have heard wrong.Witness, what witness?

All the people in the audience and the audience watching the holographic live broadcast all looked at that person.

It was a young man with half-length hair, bright eyes and full of vigor.

The judge directly asked, "What proof do you have?"

The young man replied: "I testify that the He Yong family has been convicted of intellectual property infringement."

The old man relaxed.

Intellectual infringement, even if convicted, is not a big deal.

I didn't care about it in my heart, and the contempt on my face showed.

"Who are you?" the old man drawled.

The young man was amused, and his dimples flickered on his lips: "Mr., you personally gave me to Mr. Sang Hongke 200 years ago. It's only been 200 years. Why don't you recognize me?"

There was an uproar.

What is he saying?

What is this young man talking about?

What 200 years?What to give away?What is involved in that Sang Hongke who has already been in prison for betraying the federal crime?

The old man frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Maobula, who had been listening from the sidelines all this time, said, "Is he talking nonsense?"

The old man became even more unhappy.

"Mr. Mao, this matter has nothing to do with the parliament. You are an observer, so don't interrupt."

Mao Bula stretched out his long legs, leaned on his head, and looked at the old man: "There is a difference between being an observer and a family member."

This is even more incomprehensible.Family members listening in?dependents?

"Besides, this has nothing to do with the parliament, but has something to do with Chinese characters." As soon as the words came out, the old man's expression was obviously a little bit wrong.

"The old man really doesn't remember me?" The young man smiled again, "Sang Hongke took the blueprint to find Mr. He Yong at the royal banquet. Mr. He Yong had just come back to life at that time. The new generation of Xiguang Mecha."

What slowly emerged in the old man's eyes was disbelief.

The onlookers were stunned.

No... Brother, I can understand what you said, what do you mean by connecting these words? !Why can't I understand what you mean when you put these words together? !

The young man brushed his black hair and looked straight at the old man.

"Mr. He said, 'Come on, assistant, take Mr. Sang to the secret room, and take whatever you like as a thank you gift', you were Mr. He's assistant at that time, you took Mr. Sang into the secret room, and Mr. Sang took It's a samurai sword, it's really pretty."

His words were short, but he directly described the scene at that time.

"Then took me and said that I was dark and ugly, but I was pretty. You also said 'this painting is beautiful'. Isn't it?"

The old man's legs were a little weak, and he looked like he had seen a ghost: "What are you?"

"You don't know the "Manuscript of the Nephew Memorial"."

The young man sighed softly to the audience.

His face was a little depressed, but it was the kind of depression with malice and lamentation.

What is... "Nephew Memorial Manuscript"?

No one knew, no one present, and neither did the audience watching the holographic live broadcast.

Only He Yong, who was sitting in front of Guangnao, raised the corners of his lips.He actually laughed.

coming.

Still here.

There is no way to hide.

"I am the "Manuscript of the Nephew". I am the first person to wake up in written Chinese characters, and I wake up directly for the second time. I can remember all the memories from my deep sleep."

The young man's attitude was aggressive, and he came directly to meet the He Yong family's side, like a cannonball that didn't stop for a moment.

"Do you want me to say more? How did I get put into Mr. He's secret room? What is Mr. He's secret room for? How did Mr. He live and die to have such a profound spiritual power?"

"Shut up!" The old man stood up abruptly, "You are talking nonsense!"

The judge said: "No noise in the courtroom!"

The young man naturally didn't need to make any noise, he was extremely calm.

"Mr. He was frightened to death when he first learned that Chinese characters can be transformed, for fear that what he did would be discovered.

But later, when I saw Maobula in Huaxing, I thought that all the transformations were silly and sweet like Maobula, so I was completely at ease, right? "

He still took the time to take a look at the silly, white and sweet Maobula.

"Do you know what the second awakening means? I remember all my memories from the time I was born. Historical documents are not as long as me. Do you think I am joking with you? Do you think we have suffered and suffered? , can it be used to joke with you?"

The young man dusted off his cuffs, and shook his hands behind his back.

"Old man, do you think my father is really suing you for knowledge infringement? No, what is knowledge infringement.

You are—a crime against humanity. "

The old man is not a fuel-efficient lamp, so he reacted at this time, and yelled at Sang Wen in disregard of the judge's warning.

"Sang Wen, I underestimated you!"

"You just found an actor, it's just nonsense, do you really think that reasonable people will believe you?!"

"Sir."

Sang Wen opened his mouth, looked around, saw the shock and confusion of everyone present, and pointed out: "It's time to return the stolen things."

He Yong on Guangnao's side laughed louder when he heard this.

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