Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

When Sangwen went out, he saw Tu Baba sitting there angrily with his back to the person, and Maobula kept spinning around his ankles, so he bowed his head not so angry, and played with the hair on the top of Maobula's head.

Zhou Wenli stood next to Sang Wen's dormitory manager, the little egg robot, who had just come to report, with his arms folded, his eyebrows fixed and he said nothing.

For a moment, Sangwen didn't know who to speak to first.

So he said to the little egg C2-107 house management robot who came back to look for him: "You go into the room, my brother is in the room, you go first."

The robot is gone, and the confrontation here is more obvious.

Zhou Wenli confronted Tu Baba and Mao Bula, neither of them was ready to admit defeat, even Mao Bula grunted and bared his teeth at Zhou Wenli.

"I don't care what you mean!" Tu Baba suddenly turned around and said, "You can't belittle civilization, even civilized works! Even if you think this kind of work is useless literature, please don't like these anymore aggressively talking in front of me!"

Sang Wen was taken aback.

Then he sat silently on the side, thought for a while, and reached out to eat some jerky from the natural food bag beside him.

"People always like new things." Zhou Wenli's tone was somewhat disdainful, and he turned his eyes to see the jerky in Sangwen's hand, "It's like natural food, it will be popular and popular, but it If it is inconvenient and efficient, it is destined not to replace the status of nutritional supplements."

There is an element of affirmation in his words: "The same is true of the civilized works you mentioned. It is fresh and attracts people's attention for a while, but how far can it go? After the freshness in people's hearts passes, these things are all They will all be forgotten, it is inevitable and natural.”

Sang Wen took the jerky and continued to eat it slowly.

Tu Baba didn't listen to Zhou Wenli's words, he just sneered, and said bluntly: "You just saw that "Goodbye" got more votes than your short story, so you got so angry and belittled others."

"When facing the civilized "Dragon Slaying Art", you have this attitude; now there is another person who writes in a civilized style, and you have the same attitude. Now people in the Internet circle who write in a civilized style are also Quite a lot, this is an innovation and a change.”

Tu Baba looked Zhou Wenli up and down a few times: "People who live in their own world are destined not to go far."

Zhou Wenli seemed to be hurt by what Tubaba said, but he himself seemed to refuse to admit it. He just glanced coldly and refused to say anything more to Tubaba.

He turned around and went back to his room, making a loud bang, as if he was venting his anger.

"Hum." Tu Baba made a nasal sound, "We who engage in literature, this kind of temper is the most unbearable. If no one can change his temper in the future, I'm afraid this is the way to go."

Sang Wen saw that Tu Baba, who was always a little unreliable, suddenly said such deep words, raised his hand and handed him a piece of dried meat, pretending to ask casually: "You don't like to listen to what he said, just avoid it. Why bother?" How about arguing with him every day for the sake of a civilization?"

"My family training." Tu Baba gnawed on the dried meat, his words were a little vague, "literati must be chivalrous and courageous!"

Sang Wen felt that he was childish, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

While chewing the jerky, Tu Baba was indignant: "Wing Wenming is a writer and has never done anything. As a result, he didn't say anything else, just said that he was a studio last night. In my opinion, if you really don’t want to quarrel with these people and just avoid it, sooner or later, there will be a day when anything different in this circle will not be allowed.”

Sangwen was curious: "Didn't you sleep like a lulu?"

"I was woken up by Zhou Wenli when I was sleeping soundly! If he hadn't woken me up, I really wouldn't have caught up with this melon in time! I couldn't have directly supported Wenming in time!" Tu Baba looked righteous.

Sang Wen was keenly aware that something seemed wrong.

What Tubaba said was "directly" and "supporting the field".

Sangwen felt that it was not as simple as going to social homepages and comment area forums to scold people for himself.

So Sang Wen's face remained unchanged, and he started talking to Tu Baba.

"Really? Thanks to you, otherwise civilization would suffer."

Tu Baba nodded vigorously: "That's not true! When I came out, I just shocked the audience directly! It's just that I have face!"

"That's right." Sang Wen echoed in a coaxing tone, "If Wen Wen knew you, why wouldn't he treat you to dinner? You've done him a great favor."

Tu Baba swallowed the jerky: "That's it! On the official platform, those people who satirized civilization in the Ming Dynasty just fell silent!"

"..." Sangwen's eyes met Tubaba's.

From Tubaba's bright yellow eyes, he read the full innocence of a young man.

Tu Baba reacted for a while, and seemed to know that he had slipped up.

Scratching his head indiscriminately, he started to make amends to Sangwen: "...Ha, it's okay, why are you looking at me like that? Anyway, you didn't participate in this competition, so it doesn't matter if you know I'm a judge!"

Sang Wen: ...Yes, I have three doubts that you can turn me into a stone hammer.

He sighed and asked Tu Baba: "Then when Zhou Wenli was in front of you and told you about this game, you didn't even have the slightest reaction."

When Tu Baba mentioned Zhou Wenli, he pursed his lips with an unhappy look, and muttered, "What happens to him is his business, I just need to do my job well."

"By the way, this is for you!" Tu Baba jumped up suddenly, and a file was thrown into Sangwen's optical brain.

He smiled: "Hey, to save you from pondering in your heart, I became a judge based on my grandfather's way. Look at my strength, I can still easily handle being a small judge by name!"

Sangwen was reading what Tubaba had written in the living room.

Only one word can describe it.

Weird.

It is unpredictable and changeable all the time.

Due to the overall literary creation background, Tu Baba's works also contain a lot of popular science education content.

But he can integrate it with a cold and biting sense of technology, which is not a popular science text that can be written by a machine at all. The talent in it is gloomy and sharp.

Sang Wen thought about it more than once. According to the current background of literary creation, it is true that there are blunt and rigid literary creations that can be replaced by most machines. However, in this spiritual desert, flowers of hell may not bloom. Come.

Literature is always moving forward, and generally takes two forms.

One is Zhou Wenli's coldness in writing.

Sharpness and sharpness are mixed in professional terms, and realism is soaring to the extreme.

The other is the sense of treachery like Tu Baba.

Use a strong reverse cold attitude to integrate with the knowledge and research results in the article.

Sangwen's mind was spinning rapidly.

And now I bring back the lost creation method of the interstellar era.

These three forms will undergo a thorough fusion in the not-too-distant future.

By that time, it must have been an explosive cultural movement.

He was still a little confused, and when he entered the room, he saw the dorm robot circling around the little boy.

The little boy was sitting on the bed, obediently and obediently, with his feet dangling from side to side, his jet-black eyes rolling around, and he couldn't stop glancing at Sang Wen.

Sangwen was attracted by him.

He had long legs and big strides, and he walked up to the little boy in two steps, squatted slightly, and met the little boy's eyes.

"you……"

The little boy tilted his head, waiting for Sangwen to continue.

Sangwin recalled what he had done before but had no results.

"Can you help me find some people with a lot of Chinese characters around? Such people are generally scholars with experience in Chinese character research."

Sanwen asked.

He wants to complete as many papers on interpreting Chinese characters as possible with extremely limited materials, which is not the most difficult thing for him.

The most difficult thing is the regulation of paper submission.

Participants must write a research paper on the demonstration of Chinese character interpretation results, which can be submitted to the Research Association after being recommended by five scholars with experience in Chinese character research.

Only after the research committee conducts a rigorous review and scientific appraisal of the research results will it pass the review.

In this way, subjective speculation and unfounded research results are absolutely avoided.

Sangwen browsed the optical brain for a long time, but he couldn't find a suitable scholar with experience in Chinese character research.

He must do everything rationally, one of which is that he cannot directly go to the lecturer in the class to express that he can do this kind of paper creation, and ask him to help introduce relevant professional scholars.

Whether the lecturer believes it or not is one thing. After believing it, subsequent doubts will be a great trouble.

Therefore, he must first find relevant scholars and use the safest way to communicate, research and create.

The little boy was stunned for a moment under Sang Wen's eyes, just when Sang Wen thought he didn't understand what he meant and was about to repeat it again, the little boy nodded slightly, and then smiled softly.

A gentle smile that asks you to trust me completely.

Sang Wen looked at him for a while, and the corners of his lips raised slightly unconsciously.

"Then I'll leave it to you." He stretched out his hand and gently placed his palm on top of the little boy's head.

The little boy was very well-behaved, rubbing against the lines of Sang Wen's palm.

Sang Wen was amused by his cute and cute behavior, and seeing his quiet appearance, he couldn't help but feel a little sad: "Kid... When will you be able to talk?"

The little boy shook his head, a little aggrieved.Stretching out her fingertips to pinch the hem of Sang Wen's clothes, acting like a spoiled child with a bit of displeasure, she dangled the corners of the clothes without rhythm.

"It can't be like this." Sang Wen said sternly, "Don't act like you're not spicy."

What Sang Wen meant was that you can't be immature and act like a baby at every turn.

Maobula is a hairball, but you are a boy.

The little boy was even more unhappy when he heard that the hair is not hot, and he frowned. This time, he really imitated the hairless appearance, and plunged directly into Sangwen's arms.

It was hitting Sangwen's chest.

The author has something to say: The little boy pia threw himself into his arms!Hug your waist! Hurry up!

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