Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

Sangwen looked at Tu Weiwei in front of him.

His eyes are exactly the same kind and kind as they were 20 years ago.

But after all, it was because Tu Weiwei had not undergone anti-aging surgery, his eyes were obviously looser, and he was much older visible to the naked eye.Yeah, it was 20 years after all.

There are more spots on Tu Weiwei's face, and the wrinkles are deeper. When talking, he will stop for a while, panting silently.

He is almost five hundred years old, which is a very old age.

The old man accompanied the entire Federation through pain and glory.He is the "spiritual soul of the Federation" and is firmly remembered by all the people in the Federation—Mr. Tu Weiwei.

Sangwen watched 20 years go by.

He is different from people in the interstellar era, because he is used to the average life span of 500 years and the space navigation technology of time-space transition, but he has always been calm and indifferent in front of the flow of time.In terms of time, he always carries the sensibility of the ancient earth.

Sang Wen personally experienced these 20 years, and also watched the changes of the entire interstellar era in these years.

Time is time and everything changes.

Not to mention anything else, just take Yuntu as an example.

More than 20 years ago, Yuntu was full of data creation and data import works.

In the first Federal Short Story Contest, everyone said to Sang Wen's works, "What is this written?" "What is written is useless" "Useless things should not be published You can still get results in the competition.”

In many cases, no matter how great the Tao wants to be explained to people, everyone still half understands it.

Only time can change everything.

Now that more than 20 years have passed, the works on Yuntu are no longer created mechanically and modeled based on data.People are creating with their own thoughts and will, and this is the real person writing.

Writing is a personal matter, and it is also a matter for the future of society. It can be big or small, and everything is left to oneself and time.

The revival of Chinese characters and the revival of literature.

The future is the real prosperity.Only then will there be truly peerless works appear.And now the people who are at the very beginning have all participated in the era.

Sang Win understands that everyone is moving forward.But while everyone is moving forward, everyone is also getting old.

"You can't just be a judge, what you have to do is the chief judge." Tu Weiwei said this, which caused Sang Wen and Tu Baba to be surprised.

Because the main judges in previous years have always been Tu Weiwei, and only Tu Weiwei.

Tu Weiwei looked at Sangwen.

He used to like Sangwen very much, and now even more.

Just like what he said when he met Sangwen for the first time, the future belongs to the young generation whose ideas can be reformed and who are not rigid.

He sighed and thought of his old friend Benjer.

Benjer is still the same, he does not accept all useless literature, adheres to the theory of usefulness of literature, and firmly believes that the times will not tolerate people like Wenming and Sangwen too much.

Not long ago, after learning that Wenming and Sangwen were the same person, he also contacted Tu Weiwei.

"I've recently started to waver, doubting whether all this is what I insist on. Maybe I won't see the end result in my lifetime, but it doesn't prevent me from admitting——

Sangwin is the light of this era. "

Benjer said so.

After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment, remembering the arguments he had with Wenming—that is, Sangwen—in the author’s interview.

His ideas are shaken, but the shaken ideas are firmly nailed to his spine.Can't change.

So he was silent for a while, and said to Tu Weiwei.

"... As for the color of his light, it is for future generations to judge. I wish him the morning light of dawn."

On the third day after Benjer contacted Tu Weiwei, An Ran passed away.

A natural death with no pain.

Tu Weiwei remembered his old friend Benjer, and told Sangwen what Benjer said and what happened.

Seeing Sang Wen's silence after listening, he slowly spoke again to his favorite grandson, and Sang Wen who was like an apprentice, a teacher, and a friend.

"I'm old," he admitted.

The tortoise beside him crawled to his legs with Maobula on it.The tortoise rubbed its head against his leg, then quietly accompanied him.

Tu Baba hurriedly shouted: "Grandpa...Grandpa, you are not old..." He choked up.

Tu Weiwei repeated: "I am old."

"I didn't do anything in my life, I just did what every literati and every citizen who believes in the Federation does.

I've always been uneasy about being considered the 'spiritual soul of the Commonwealth'.Maybe I don't deserve that. "

"You deserve it." Sangwen emphasized.

He is sincere and persistent: "Of course you deserve it."

But Tu Weiwei just smiled.

"Benjer was a lifelong friend and foe of mine, and now that he's gone, I can't help but think that I will, too.

I have gone through the war, and the laser cannon was roaring above my head; I have also lived in peace, watching and speaking for the new generation of children from the top of the Pentagon. "

Tu Weiwei lowered his head and looked at his old hands.The palm lines are so deep, the skin is dry and aging: "I have nothing to give up. I just don't feel relieved."

"Sangwen, my child."

He looked up sharply.

"Do you know what is in your hand?"

Sangwen heard the voice of Tu Baba swallowing his grievance and unwillingness to time.He also saw the hope in Tu Weiwei's eyes.

Who are we? We are literati, authors, and writers.

The literati use their pens to satirize the monarch and assist politics, and criticize public opinion and comfort the people.There is only one pen from beginning to end, but it can do everything in the world.

——"Do you know what is in your hand?"

Sang Wen sighed, his eyes burning like flames: "Mr., it's fate."

It is the fate of the individual, human learning, emotion and love, the weaving of dreams and the exposure of truth and reality.

It is the fate of the country, it is the fate of the Federation, it is the moment between human nature and politics, it is a ray of light that breaks the galaxy between the mouth of politicians and the means of businessmen.

It's a "sir".

Sang Win will not disappoint.

Facing Tu Weiwei's expectant eyes, he accepted all responsibilities: "I will be the chief judge of this federal short story competition."

The people present, whether it was Tu Baba or Sang Wen, or Tu Weiwei and Mao Bura who fell silent.

We all know that the "main judge" does not just represent the main judge of the Federal Short Story Contest.

Sang Wen's promise was to take over Tu Weiwei's class.

"Good boy." Tu Weiwei wanted to say a lot, but at this moment he found that he couldn't say anything.

He just repeated: "Good boy... good boy."

After the announcement of the call for papers for the preliminary competition was released, the competition kicked off completely.

Taotie at the side still lives with Yanbei, and Sang Xiaowen takes care of his younger brother, although he is not as dedicated as his father in raising his younger brother, caring about Cub's growth and so on.But my sister, I still have to care about my brother's stomach, and I am still very afraid that my brother will accidentally starve to death.

So Sang Xiaowen was there all day long.

"are you hungry?"

"Do you want to eat?"

"Do you want to eat?"

Taotie has always had an indifferent attitude.

"Hungry, I'm always hungry!"

"Yeah, I've always wanted to! Want to eat!"

"Yes, I always want it!"

Sang Xiaowen: ...cover my sister's small purse.

Yanbei looked at Taotie, and then looked at the news on Guang's brain, but remembered Taotie's rhetoric that he wanted to be his father's best son.

"Recently, the new federal official short story competition has started!

It just so happens that your father is still the chief judge. If you go to the competition and win a championship, won't you just be your father's best cub? "

Taotie gnawed on a whole green leafy vegetable: "I can't transform into a human form...and I can't write well."

Sang Xiaowen was also surprised.

"According to the order of awakening, the first-order awakening is words, the second-order awakening is ligatures, that is, words and the like, the third-order is sentences, the fourth-order is the whole text, and the fifth-order is the whole book...

In this way, it has been a long time since you woke up, why is the mental power of awakening people accumulated in the manuscript now, where did you use your mental power? "

Taotie's entire body paused for a moment.

yes.It hangs its head.

Why can't I have enough spiritual power to transform people.

There is nothing wrong with being a little glutton, the little ones, my father even said they are cute.

But if you want to live in human society, you still need the ability to transform into humans.It doesn't matter if you don't turn into a human after you have the ability, just like Mao Bula, you can still be a hairy dumpling.

Sang Xiaowen grabbed Taotie by the back of his neck and picked it up.

"Could it be that you were eating and drinking at home all day?" Sang Xiaowen waved his hand, "Go, my sister will take you to explore the world!"

Taotie was dangling in mid-air, none of his four feet touched the ground: "My vegetables! My vegetables! I ate half of the vegetables! I kept the tenderest heart of the vegetables and haven't eaten yet!"

At this time, in a certain prison, a note was handed over to Aiden David along with the distribution of lunch.

Time has not left any traces on the former Mr. Imperial Family.

He still had the same white skin and blond hair, a straight nose, and thin and somewhat pale lips.Prison life brought him a damp and gloomy atmosphere.His figure is still tall and slender. Although he looks a little thinner, the muscles under the clothes are still textured and firm.

Aiden read the note with his beautiful blue eyes, slowly rolled the note into a ball, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Chewing, once, again.

Then smile lightly.

swallowed.

Get up and stand by the window, looking out through the narrow window of the prison room.

There is nothing to see outside, just high walls and cruising fleets, everything is dead silent and meticulous.

But no matter how dead and silent things are, they can come alive; no matter how meticulously arranged, there will always be loopholes.

As long as the planning is done properly.

Passing through the thick walls and patrolling fleets, piercing everything, is the vast and boundless universe.

More than 20 years.

The entire Davide royal family was imprisoned for more than 20 years.

This is not a head, the entire David royal family, the lightest sentence under the trial is □ 160 years.

Aiden laughed.

He always has a hissing water vapor tone when he laughs.Like a snake spitting out a letter.

More than 20 years is actually nothing to interstellar humans with an average lifespan of 500 years.But what's the difference between being locked up in a dark prison with nothing to do for 20 years and hell.

Well now...it's time.

"Hope to see you again."

Ai registered that the last time someone came to see him was 20 years ago.It's been a long time since I haven't seen anyone, let alone the people I see are so unforgettable.

The lady of the high-ranking government official, and the lady who can get all kinds of news even in prison prove that her life is getting better and better...

"Hua people... Sang Wen."

The author has something to say: Aiden: Siss, I want to see Sangwin Siss.

Taotie: You survive my mouth first and then talk about my father!

Aiden:? ?

Taotie: You step over me before you talk! !

Aiden: Where are you...

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Thank you little cuties for feeding me the nutrient solution Gulu!10 bottles of Little Angel Leaning Drunk; 5 bottles of Krislovet and Ye Meiyi; 2 bottles of Melodious Black Cat!thanks thanks! (running up and down)