Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

"You're just like a lulu beast!" Tu Baba directly yelled at Zhou Wenli, "You woke me up with your bang bang bang bang in the middle of the night last night?! Did I sleep well? I slept so well! You What are you doing in the middle of the night! Can you consider the feelings of your neighbor when you live in the dormitory?!"

"..." Zhou Wenli didn't answer, he almost rolled his eyes to the sky at Tu Baba, and continued to drink nutrients there.

There was an unpleasant quarrel early in the morning, and Tu Baba didn't plan to sit with Zhou Wenli when it was time for class, so he directly dragged Sang Wen to sit down, and waited for the class with his brain on.

The classroom is very large, with a round dome and squares around it, and all the places where the eyes can see are virtual screens.

There is only one spa chair for each seat, and the students are clearly and comfortably arranged, and there is no small table board.

In the era of light and brain, everything is digitized, but Sang Wen, who came with a pen and paper, didn't even have a place to put his things.

Tu Baba beside him sat crookedly, with one hand in his pocket.

His pocket was bulging, and Sangwen glanced at it several times, and finally Tu Baba said in a small voice with embarrassment: "I brought our Maobula..."

...Who is with you in our family? !

Tu Baba took out a strand of fur from his pocket, and the fluff fluttered in the wind, blowing it up.

He had a silly and sweet face: "We're coming to class, how boring it is to leave a ball in the dormitory..."

Sangwen: "...All right."

Sang Wen is quite interested in the courses of the Department of Ancient Chinese Language and Literature, after all, he has been teaching for a long time.

Looking at the timetable, this class is "Chinese Characters Class". Sang Wen pondered for a while, and estimated that this class should be similar to the "Characteristics" he taught before.

The lecturer is a kind-hearted person who looks young.

He walked to the front of the classroom, waved his right hand lightly in the air, and the virtual screens around the entire classroom and on the ceiling changed accordingly.

Sang Wen noticed that the lecturer used his own optical brain to directly connect to the virtual screen, and directly used his own human brain to import memories into the optical brain.

In other words, what these students are learning is actually the memory in the lecturer's mind.

The connection between the human brain and the optical brain makes the memory more solid and incorporates the precision of the machine.

Compared with learning, this way of teaching is more like a memory inheritance.

Sang Wen waited for the class with burning eyes.

The lecturer puts a word "one" on the virtual screen.

"This is one, a quantifier, referring to a single, unique."

Sang Wen was listening, waiting for the lecturer to explain its origin, development and application, when the lecturer waved his hand directly.

Then a "son" appeared on the virtual screen.

"This is two, which is also a quantifier. It means two. You see, it has two strokes."

Sangwen: ...? ? ?are you serious?

As soon as Sangwen was distracted, the lecturer had already talked about "abundance".

The lecturer, who was full of concentration of a scholar, said solemnly: "This is four, and it is also a quantifier... You see, it has four strokes, right? So it is four, which is easy to remember..."

Easy to remember... easy to remember? !

Sangwen took a deep breath.

He sat on pins and needles to listen to the whole class, and saw many students around him listening carefully and carefully recording it on the optical computer, especially Zhou Wenli who was sitting in the first row and kept interacting with the lecturer. Said that he has a good foundation and a solid study, and Sangwen felt that he was almost out of breath.

When the get out of class was about to end, the lecturer turned off the virtual screen with a wave, and finally brought some uncertain colors to his expression.

He stood at the forefront and explained to the students in the entire classroom.

"Unfortunately...what I just said may not be correct."

"The empire's long-term knowledge control and policy of burning books have caused us to lose too much research material. The Federation has only been established for 20 years, and the Department of Ancient Chinese Language and Literature at the Federation Academy is the first and the only one in the interstellar The major of Chinese characters. All our archaeological research has just begun. With data, it is called research, without data...it can only be called reasonable guessing."

Sangwen: ...This is not a reasonable guess, but a random guess, right?Brother, you are teaching blindly! This is it!

The lecturer continued: "We learned that these are simplified characters, which are the last form of Chinese characters before the abolition of Chinese characters in the ancient earth era. The Huaguo Chinese Character Research Association firmly believes that before the simplified characters, we must have more history... But unfortunately, We have no data."

When the lecturer said this, he sighed: "...we lost too many things, I'm sorry, I'm sorry everyone."

The students watched as the lecturer became depressed, and the entire classroom fell silent.

some.

There is.

There really are.

Sangwen looked at the sadness in the lecturer's eyes, and said firmly in his heart.

We used to write this Chinese character from its initial pictographic form to students.

Then write it down along its oracle bone inscriptions, inscriptions, Xiaozhuan, official script, etc., and tell the students one by one, at which stage our ancestors chose to evolve the shape of the characters, and at which stage they omitted which parts...

Then find out the cursive script of regular script and running script written by calligraphers of the past dynasties, appreciate those self-contained styles, and admire their sharpness or graceful elegance.

They all really existed.

They will come back, no more regrets.

Sangwen's thoughts could not be immersed in this silent sorrow.

He browsed through the optical brain, looking for channels for writing papers on interpreting and reading Chinese characters.

Decipher uninterpreted Chinese characters, and the research results approved by the Federal Committee of Ancient Characters Experts and Huaguo Chinese Character Research Association will be rewarded with 100 million star coins; new interpretations of controversial Chinese characters will be approved by the Federal Committee of Ancient Character Experts and Huaguo Chinese Character Research The research results that pass the appraisal will be rewarded with 50 star coins per word.

This is Huaguo's policy of rewarding and urging the study of Chinese characters.

But that's all.

The sorrow of the lecturer is not only because most of the materials have long been lost in the migration of the universe and the destruction of the empire, but also because this kind of academic research has no practical value, no future direction of research, and no support from society and leaders .

Everyone sitting here today has nothing but passion.

There are not a few people like Sang Wen who broke with their families and entered the Department of Ancient Chinese Language and Literature.

The lecturer is not immersed in sadness, time must always move forward regardless of people's wishes.

He quickly suppressed his emotions, and called Zhou Wenli, who was sitting in the first row, with a look full of pride: "Everyone should know that the federal government organizes an official short story competition, right? Our college and our class Zhou Wenli, successfully passed the preliminary round! This is a matter of honor for our department, our college, and our Federal Institute!"

"Wow--"

There was an uproar in the classroom.

Zhou Wenli was the kind of person who raised his chin vigorously.

He is narrow-minded and jealous, but he also has a certain amount of proud capital.

One of them is that he does have that kind of talent.

His works are full of the coldness and rigidity of the machine age, with sharpness and sharpness rushing to the face.

He's the quintessential "workable piece" that judge Benjer loves.

At this moment, Zhou Wenli was standing in the spotlight, seeing that the eyes of the whole class were focused on him.

I am very proud of myself, all the unhappiness caused by civilization before has dissipated somewhat.

Tu Baba muttered to the side: "I'll wait until the official release of all the works that passed the preliminary round to see what he can write... My grandpa said that character is literary quality. I don't believe that others are so weird. How can something still win a literary award..."

In the afternoon, the official star network of the Federal Short Story Contest released all the works that passed the preliminary round, and everyone had the right to vote to determine their ranking in the semi-finals.

With the participation of the whole people and the awakening of the people, a huge literary competition begins.

Although in fact, literature cannot actually compete, because there is no judging standard to distinguish between good and bad.

It is too subjective, but also very personal aesthetic characteristics.

But in contrast, the comparative aesthetics of literature is obvious.

All circles that have nothing to do with literature are eagerly waiting.

All those who have nothing to do with literature are also anxiously waiting.

Some of them look forward to the birth of a genius, while others look forward to the mediocrity and vulgarity of the crowd.

In such a tense atmosphere, the preliminary works were released together.

As soon as people look at the past, it is "Goodbye" that is placed in the first article.

Many people took a breath in doubt.

"Huh—isn't this a civilized writing style?"

"That's right, it's the smooth reading sense of Civilization without any algorithmic data."

"What's going on? Why don't you write about people and write about two beasts?? Who doesn't know that beasts don't have such thoughts and emotions at all!"

"Why do you write about beasts! Beasts can't understand them! Why don't you write them for beasts!"

Then it starts—

"...I actually feel sad."

"This story is so strange... My heart is astringent."

"How can it be like this! Follow it!! Go forward! The purpose of life is to move forward, and it's okay to die on the way to see the unknown scenery!"

"Goodbye" is a little fairy tale.

Simple storyline, shallow emotion.

There is no intrigue, dispute and parting, and the sadness of embarking on a long journey and migration and the fear of powerful natural enemies are also downplayed.

Fairy tales are fantasy and exaggeration.

Under the cover of rich anthropomorphism, there is a moving supernatural and wonderful.

The premise of reading fairy tales is to believe.

Believe in fantasy, believe in cuteness.

[I feel that I can't understand the sadness of the little Kaka beast.It is also because I can't understand the despair of not being able to see far away, so I am very sad for it. 】

[I actually put all my heart and soul into the two beasts...and I didn't learn any biological knowledge...]

[If there is something you want to do, do it with all your might; if there is a scenery you want to see, go on the road immediately.That's the only thought that came to my mind after watching it. 】

As time progressed, "Goodbye" attracted more and more attention and votes, and more and more people were attracted by this short story while complaining about "what are you writing about beasts for?"

Almost instantly, "Goodbye" began to be called "civilized style" creation by more and more people.

the reason is simple.

Although civilized works are faster-paced and more poisonous, urging people to read them in one breath, they are uncomfortable and tangled in the middle of the break; while the works that are killed without drinking nutrients are more delicate and graceful, and there is only one sound when they stop halfway. Sigh or smile, not anxious or tired.

But they all insist that there is no knowledge of popular science education and algorithm coordination materials.

So naturally some people hold the same theory as Benjer, thinking that it is "useless literature" and "useless imagination".

And Sang Wen was sitting in the dormitory, browsing the star network for a long time, but couldn't find a suitable "scholar with sufficient experience in Chinese character research".

While pressing his temples tiredly, he heard a noise in the living room outside.

The author has something to say: Sang Wen: It’s like raising three cats in the dormitory, fighting and kicking every day...

It's really painful to have no research materials. You can only guess in the dark. It will take several generations for a mistake to realize it.Wait for Professor Sang to get information for everyone~ Everyone is doing well!

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Thank you, little angel Zhou Mo!Thank you Ye Xingyun, cutie!Thank you sunshine baby!Thank you for throwing mines to me~ yumyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyThank you for looking back and still lamenting that the cool boy threw two landmines!Thank you cookie-only baby for throwing a grenade!bo chi bo chi ~

Thank you for inviting me to eat fat beef rice! (hug~)

Thanks to the cute "Ye Xingyun" for throwing 22 bottles of nutrient solution!Wow dear~ Thank you, little angel number "782230810", for feeding fifteen bottles of nutrient solution!Thank you "Xin" for feeding six bottles of nutrient solution!Thank you little angel "Qianmo" for feeding five bottles of nutrient solution~Thank you little angel "Qiange" for feeding two bottles of nutrient solution~

Thanks everyone Gulu!I want to work hard to update the code words~