Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

Sanwin didn't know that someone was planning to bring him down.

More than a plan.

Because he could order the people below to do things with just one word, so this plan was naturally put on the agenda soon.

Start step by step.

Sangwin is still living a stable life as a freshman.

After class was over this day, Sang Wen came out of the classroom and was planning to leave the teaching building to eat.

But when passing through a long corridor that has been said to be under installation, so no traffic.

He suddenly stopped at the door of a classroom.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, only then did he calm down.

Sang Wen was so shocked that some emotions leaked out.

What did he see?

He watched helplessly, the doors of the laboratory of the creation class of the Faculty of Arts, this door painted with golden paint...

In the middle of the top, there is nothing else but the word "Dou" in bronze.

It is a Chinese character, and it is an ancient Chinese bronze inscription!

Sangwen's unbelievable mood didn't calm down until he stared at it for a long time.

It is "bean".

It is so cute and dignified, like a steady cup, upright, restrained and beautiful.

It is neat square characters, not serpentine characters.

It stood over the door, glowing with gold paint and the reflection of a silvery cold front.

Sang Wen was rather ecstatic.

He stabilized his hand, carefully tapped the tip of his index finger, and touched the "bean" lightly.

It is real.

"This is the crest of Mr. He Yong's family."

Sangwen turned his head and saw their philology lecturer coming out of the next office and stopping behind him.

The lecturer felt that Sang Wen's behavior was a bit strange, but he only thought that Sang Wen was curious.

Seeing that Sangwen looked puzzled, he helped to explain: "Because Mr. He Yong sponsored this laboratory, as a token of commemoration, we put the family crest of Mr. He Yong's family here."

Sangwen was even more puzzled.

What kind of family...will use "bean" as a family crest?

And here, there are no beans to eat.

Sang Wen has been in the Interstellar Era for a few months, and he has never seen beans, pods, and bean sprouts in places that sell natural food, let alone soy milk, tofu, and tofu.

What about the word "bean"?

He Yong family... Chinese characters...

Sang Wen was caught in a whirlpool of thoughts.

"The Heyong family..." Sang Wen asked tentatively, "Is it the family that donated six mecha battle aid calculation tools to the Mecha Design Academy at the opening ceremony?"

"Yes, it's that family."

The lecturer nodded, indicating that he was right.

"They donated things to every college of the Federal University, but because our Department of Ancient Chinese Language and Literature was established in the first year, they didn't know what to donate, so they donated a few laboratories."

"It's a laboratory, but it's actually a well-equipped and brand-new classroom." The lecturer laughed. "We don't know what kind of laboratory we want, let alone them."

"The charity family." Sang Wen sighed.

The lecturer seemed to know some inside information, and sighed at Sang Wen: "Now they are called 'family'. In the past, they were called 'nobles'. They are imperial nobles. They have always belonged to the empire during the war and have always supported the empire. .The highest ever was an earl."

"Later, when the Federation was about to win, I switched to the Federation, so I avoided the disaster of trialing the nobles.

I have been insisting on doing this all these years, and I hope that in the future...don't bring up the old things again. "

While listening to the affairs of the He Yong family, Sang Wen looked at the "bean" on the door, and an idea came to his mind.

"That's right." Sang Wen echoed a few times, and coaxed the lecturer away, "Then teacher, you can go to your business, and I'm going to eat too. Mmmm, you pay attention to safety, be careful!"

After the lecturer left, Sangwen did not leave.

Now it's after class, and there will be no other classes after that, so there is no one else in this area.

Sang Wen looked around, but he was not sure if there was a monitoring AI here, so he spent a long time and a lot of patience to check this area slowly.

He does things slowly, without impatience, but with anticipation and longing.

When everything was ready, Sangwen stopped at the gate of the laboratory again.

He began to use his index finger, and slowly wrote a golden word "bean" on the golden painted door.

It was very close to the silvery-white "bean" engraved on the door.

Then, next to the bronze inscription "dou", there are written "dou" in oracle bone inscriptions, "dou" in Xiaozhuan, "dou" in official script, and "dou" in simplified characters.

He wrote very slowly, bit by bit, slowly.

Just like time and history passing through the fingertips, the beliefs carried by Chinese characters are settled by Sang Wen in one stroke.

is calling you.

are you there?

are u there?

He repeated it many, many times without stopping for a moment.

When the fingers were sore, I replaced the index finger with the thumb.

When the wrist gets tired, switch hands.

Finally, when it was completely dark, Sangwen succeeded.

As he was writing, he watched the "family crest" lighten slightly.

At first, only one corner lit up, but Sang Wen didn't stop, and slowly lit up a horizontal line.

Then, the entire Chinese character is completely lit up.

The light broke away from the Chinese characters, hovered over the Chinese characters, wobbled around a few times, fluttered downwards, and stopped in mid-air.

Then, he appeared.

This is a young boy with delicate features, not very old, he looks to be only ten years old.

The moment Sang Wen saw him, there was a smile in his eyes.

Not only the joy after success, but also because——

He... has a small bald head.

Naked and round, in the corridor, reflecting the white light above her head, she looks like a peerless night pearl.

"Hello." Sangwen said softly.

The little bald man laughed: "Dad..."

The voice is limp.

Sang Win realized that his mental strength was particularly weak.

Even at this moment, he just appeared, and he only called his father, and then his figure began to fade slightly.

Sang Wen was about to say something, when he saw the little bald head speaking in a weak voice more eagerly than him.

"Dad... take it back, take our things back..."

"What!?" Sang Wen's face turned cold, "What are you taking?"

The little bald head is too weak, and he has just transformed, so his memory and mental power are not stable.

He insisted: "Take it back! It's not theirs...I want...I'm going to..."

Before he finished speaking, the figure of the little bald head completely dimmed, dissipating into the air and turning into a ball of light.

These clusters of light drifted back to the family crest on the door little by little, and then faded away.

A terrible thought came to Sangwen's mind.

He immediately went back to the dormitory, scratching nothing.

"What? Huh?" Mao Bula was at a loss, his hairy face was full of confusion, "Impossible! How can there be any means to restrain Chinese characters? No! How can it be possible to use something to convert the spirit of Chinese characters?" Is it bound by physical and mental strength, or even absorbed and squeezed dry like Dad said?"

Mao Bu La is very sure: "Dad, you are the first person to wake us up. Except for you, no one knows the secret of Chinese characters."

"If there is, our spiritual power world will definitely perceive it."

It jumped up and down: "But except for the long-lasting fire that filled the sky... Our spiritual world is always dark."

"It's been like this since the day I had spiritual power!"

Sang Wen let go of his heart a little bit, he was still worried, but he put his emotions away and suppressed them in his heart.

Waiting for the next meeting.

The preliminaries of the Federal Short Story Contest have already come to an end.

As the voting ended, "Goodbye" won No.1, and the re-examination officially began to receive manuscripts.

All eyes were drawn back again.

["Goodbye" can get No.1?I'm going, it's over, society is over, society is hopeless, wait for the empire to come back! 】

[? ?Are you crazy upstairs?Your noble family?The revival of the empire, you are the life of a slave!When the time comes when the light brain is no longer needed, you will be able to shut up your stupid mouth! 】

[Waiting for the rematch oh oh oh!Having said that, if you kill a person who doesn't drink nutritional supplements, you won't still be writing about a thinking beast, right? 】

Yay, you guessed it right!

Sangwen has already prepared, this pen name is used to write fairy tales.

Some people used to think that fairy tales were just a kind of children's literature, and that children's literature was for children.

But when you get older, you don't need fairy tales anymore.

In fact, fairy tales are suitable for everyone who believes in beauty to read and read.

The storylines of fairy tales are often vivid and interesting, and the emotions are not too deep, without too deep and difficult to understand the analysis and debunking of human nature.

It is precisely because of such simple and easy-to-understand plots and emotions that fairy tales are suitable for children who are just reading stories.

Such a literary genre is very suitable for people in the interstellar era.

This is the process of breaking the inherent concept, challenging the tradition, and forcing people to believe in exaggeration, believe in fantasy, and accept that everything can be anthropomorphic.

Sangwin wrote the story of the unicorn this time, a story about bravery and gratitude.

name is--

"I Want to See You Again".

But at this time, it is not only the broad readership who are staring at "Killing without drinking nutritional supplements", there is also a person who is also staring at him.

It is none other than the editor-in-chief of the paper media of "Far away".

This newspaper is miserable.

In times of war, that man was a first-class big brother in the industry.

organiser?Tu Weiwei!

Publisher?Federal Military Literature Research Association!

There is a lot of background!

But after the peacetime comes, the empire will no longer control thinking, and there is no need to secretly spread new ideas and new theories through paper printing.

People have chosen a faster optical brain electronic medium.

A series of paper media founded by Tu Weiwei at the beginning, such as "Distant", "Hope", and "Future", are still there, and the quality has not declined. It is still one of the best newspapers or magazines in the industry.

It's just that the people who buy it are gone, and the things made are more like a kind of fun.

The various companies get together, hand out to each other, and then go back to each other.

Backed by the military, they naturally have a sense of superiority. The leaders insisted that they only use paper printing, and they don't have to venture into the field of optical, brain and electronic.

The direct result is -

After 20 years, except for "The Far Side" which is still struggling to survive, all other newspapers and magazines have ceased publication.

Although the military still maintains the attitude of "you can do it blindly, anyway, you mainly want to save face", "if you can't do it, it's okay to pull it off", "the main thing is that you can't reform blindly, and you have political significance here".

But "The Distance" is still not reconciled.

Why?How brilliant were we then?

How is it like living in a ditch now?

The editor-in-chief of "Distant" was the one who fought side by side with Tu Weiwei, and he has long been unwilling to be respected by the military for nothing, and does something with no influence every day.

So, on a sunny and windless afternoon, Sang Wen received an extremely formal letter.

He looked at the letter and murmured the meaning of the letter: "...Appointment?"

The author has something to say: woo woo woo!Update in advance at [-] o'clock tonight~ There will be nothing at [-] o'clock tonight~

Let's talk about it! (pulls the hook again) Curl up and see which little cutie is playing tricks and whimpering! ~

Huh... so I can save the manuscript!I didn’t save the manuscript today, I’ve been flustered as if I’ve handed in a blank paper...QAQ