Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

Sang Wen opened the door, Mao Qiuzi's black eyes were full of sleepiness.

The whole Qiuqiu felt aggrieved, showing a sense of displeasure and reluctance, really unhappy because of being woken up while sleeping soundly.

Seeing that it was aggrieved, Sang Wen held on to the door and didn't quite understand the situation.

He looked at the fur ball, closed his eyes slightly, lowered his eyes, and his Adam's apple moved up and down: "You are sleepy. I never called you."

When Maoqiuzi was sleepy, he muttered, hummed and chirped a few times, slipped into the room through the crack of the door that Sang Wen opened, flew on the bed familiarly, curled up in a ball and continued to sleep.

Sang Wen frowned and thought for a while, but failed, and continued to sit at the table and write a diary.

【...After a long time, the edges and corners of my body faded away, and I realized that I can't just find fault...】

"Why did you call me again?!" Mao Qiuzi turned over, and because he was sleeping on Xingtou, he fell asleep again before he had the strength to get up.

Sang Wen held the pen in his hand and looked at the sleepy furball for a while before turning his gaze back to the notebook in front of him.

[...The past is vivid in my mind, but it has been thousands of years in the blink of an eye.

I understand that people give up a lot when they see the stars in the universe.It seems that when marine animals evolved to climb onto land, they gave up their gills and tails.

Battle mecha space battleship, mental power is the most important.After embarking on the journey of the universe, the change of human beings is not just as simple as adding a word "new" to call them new human beings.

I always firmly believe that Chinese characters are the home of our existence, not only a tool, but also a kind of ontology.If there is no skin, how will the hair be attached?Chinese characters were abolished at the beginning...]

Mao Qiu jumped up with a groan, and flew straight into Sangwen's arms.

"Dad is bad! Dad is bad, woo woo woo! Tell me to talk about things! Why call me all the time without talking about anything!"

While playing tricks, wriggling her small body vigorously in Sangwen's arms.

Sangwen's pajamas were all messed up by Maoqiuzi's frantic rubbing back and forth.

All he felt was pain in his temples.

How is it?

An An'an's time to write a diary, but also to be quarreled three times?

Sang Wen was about to throw the fur ball into the living room again, when he got up and saw his diary, the moment when the fur ball scratched the door, turned over, and pounced suddenly sounded like fireworks in his mind.

In a blink of an eye, he stared at the diary on the table, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Fuqiu said from the beginning to the end——

you call me.

The little fat man and the little girl who had appeared in front of him before.

They also said-

You "woke up" us.

Sangwen has always regarded everything that happened around him as a somewhat supernatural unsolved mystery.

He thought about where these people came from and what their purpose was for countless times, but there was no result.And because they all looked like beautiful little fools, they all seemed a little careless, not typical aggressive and dangerous, so they kept vigilant and did not make the next move.

But now, he seems to be able to touch the edge of the truth.

Sang Wen held the fur ball that was still acting coquettish in his left hand and the pen in his right hand, bending down to read all the contents of the diary he just wrote.

Combined with the time point, he judged some truths.

At the bottom of his diary he wrote—

"Fit-picking".

Mao Qiuzi really hummed: "I'm here! I'm here! Why do you keep calling me? Did Dad tell me to tease me!"

Sang Wen changed a pen and a piece of paper.write again——

"Where Mao will be attached."

The little furball became impatient and struggled: "Don't yell and play! Don't! Don't play with me!"

Sangwen held the fur ball firmly.I dipped my fingertips into the water glass, and wrote a Chinese character on the table with my wet fingertips.

"hair".

Sang Wen's handwriting is very beautiful, with strong strokes, well-done strokes, clear and clear strokes, and a coherent momentum.

After he finished writing, he already had [-]% certainty in his heart.Seeing that the fur ball is getting more and more noisy, saying "don't bark anymore" and "don't play with me" over and over again, this [-]% certainty has become a [-]% certainty.

He put the white-haired gourd on the table, watched it shake its fur unhappily, and sat back on the chair to pick up the pen.

"Come and see." He called the white-haired gourd.

Curiously, the fur ball moved its hair head towards it, and saw that Sang Wen wrote the character "Mao" in seal script and another "Mao" in gold characters on the paper.

"Am I calling you like this?" Sangwen asked.

Mao Qiuzi was confused by him.

It stretched out its short, fat claws, and poked Sangwen's back of his hand: "Am I calling you like this?"

After the voice fell, it poked Sangwen's arm again: "Is this calling you?"

Then he jumped into Sangwen's arms, crawled up to Sangwen's head, and patted Sangwen's head with his claws: "Is this calling you?"

Sang Wen sighed and understood in an instant.

"Go to sleep." He took off the fur ball lying on his head, rubbed its furry face, "Go to sleep."

Mao Qiuzi didn't understand what Sang Wen was doing from the beginning to the end, and he didn't know what Sang Wen was tossing about.

But it is good, it is good and cute.

So it made two high-pitched noises, and quickly ran back to sleep.

At four o'clock in the morning, Sangwen stood by the window, looking out the window at the darkest hour before dawn.

He saw the spaceship passing by in the sky outside, saw the sky-high buildings not far away approaching the sky, and saw that all the buildings had silver-white metal shells.

He saw cleaning robots silently sweeping the streets, saw many spaceships parked on the side of the road ahead, and saw that the housekeeping robots had already come out to work and started their busy day.

Sang Wen let out a heavy breath and closed his eyes.

He touched the bridge of his nose with the back of his index finger, pressed his temples again, and finally a smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

"Thank you." He murmured.In the dim world, no one knew what he was thanking for.

Dawn is dawn.

After dawn, it is a new day.

This day is an unusual day for many people.

No matter how sour the forums are, how much jealousy and hatred are put on the surface, the final victory in this war is still civilization.

Ironic and jealous, I opened a lot of posts, and at the end, I didn’t even need fans and readers to scold me back, I just watched the data of "Dragon Slaying Art" keep climbing up the list of first orders , was the reply that left them the most vented.

The collection data of "Dragon Slaying Technique" tripled at the end of the day.

It firmly occupies the first position in the first order list of the whole station.

It was also on this day that countless writers who had become gods who wrote novels in Yuntu and in the online literature world began to be told the name "civilization" through various channels.

Some people disdain it, some people doubt it, and most of them don't care about it, and don't take it to heart at all.

But after all, many authors slowly read the updated chapters of "Dragon Slayer", and let out a deep breath.

A person who sees far is the wisest man who can see the whole situation.

These people realize—

It's going to change.

A style of writing that has never been heard or seen before, but it is so tempting that one can't bear to read the whole article immediately. A newcomer who can get No.1 in the first order list with the first article.

And it wasn't just the Internet literary world that was shocked at this time.

The judging committee of the Federal Short Story Contest also had this amazed and intoxicated atmosphere.

The author has something to say: Maoqiu: Dad, when you write your diary, you pass in front of us like dancing, and then——Pinch your fat face!pat your head!Pull your hair!Pull your claws!Pull your ears!Pick up the back of your neck!Don't fall asleep, hey!

Sang Win: ...

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