Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

After Hai Xixi swiped the lock outside the courtyard of the Sang family with his ID card, Sang Wen stepped into the old house of the Sang family for the second time.

Things are wrong.

The last time I came, it was New Year's Eve, and it was full of hustle and bustle.The sound of children running and jumping and screaming, adults boasting and showing off to each other, all the sounds mixed together make people's ears hurt.

There is silence now.

Everyone is going to jail.

It's also ironic.

In the clamor of everyone at the beginning, he and Yuan Cang returned from Haiyun Star to Central Star with their hairy and heavy snow.

At that time, the tickets for the neighboring spacecraft were all sold out.

Sangwen hastily contacted the reservation of the private requisitioned spaceship before confirming that he could return.

While waiting for the spaceship on the side of the snowy road, Maobula slept in the hood of Sangwen's clothes.

He took off his coat and covered himself and Yuan Cang's head, blocking the overwhelming snow.

The clothes are kept warm and he is not cold.

It's just that the snow has been falling continuously, and it always freezes people when it falls on the head.

In the narrow space, Sang Wen could see the tiny fluff on Yuan Cang's cheek by tilting his head.

Every breath is his breath, and wherever his eyes are, it's all his.

Although I am not afraid or panic in my heart, although I am sure of the future direction and journey in my heart, I know that there will be a spaceship to pick them up after waiting.

But the whole body is still a little embarrassed.

Sang Wen looked into Yuan Cang's eyes, and seemed to see the vastness of the Milky Way, moving forward indomitably.

He saw Yuan Cang always smiling softly, standing beside him obediently and gently.

It's the New Year, and the two of them have grown a lot taller after all.

Sang Wen could see that a little bit of childishness had faded from Yuan Cang's face, and it became more attractive and attractive.

If it wasn't for Mao Bura's deafening snoring in time, Yuan Cang would not have taken it out of Sang Wen's hood with a smile.

Sang Wen would not stop staring at Yuan Cang either.

And now only three months have passed, and the entire courtyard is empty.

No snow, no people.

Yuan Cang stood beside Sang Wen, looking up, he saw a bird landed on the roof of the courtyard.

"I have never seen such a building."

Haixi walked to the west and said, "Grandpa helped the Sang family build and restore it when he was young, and it has been the old house of the Sang family since then, right? But it is a pity that the old man has passed away for more than ten years."

Sang Wen nodded in response to her: "My grandfather likes the things in Huaguo very much. I study the Department of Ancient Chinese Language and Literature, which is largely influenced by my grandfather."

"Because of grandpa's influence, it doesn't matter if you break up with other relatives in the family?" Hai Xixi stopped in her tracks.

Sang Wen met Hai Xixi's ambiguous eyes and nodded again calmly.

Hai Xixi was surprised that the child's psychological quality was not at all like that of a freshman, he seemed to be able to maintain a rational and calm no matter what the situation was.

She sighed sincerely: "Just after you won the championship of the Federal Short Story Contest, something like this happened at home. I feel sorry for you."

"No need." Sang Wen waved his hand with a calm expression, "No regrets."

"If the crime of betraying the Federation is true, then you deserve it, and you will wait for the chief judge; if the crime of betraying the Federation is false, then it may not be a bad thing to get innocent in exchange for being innocent."

"What do you say?"

Sang Wen turned the conversation back to Hai Xixi.

Hai Xixi looked into Sangwen's eyes.

Those were not the eyes of a freshman who was just under 19 years old.

Those are a pair of eyes that you can't see through, but you only feel gentle and close.

He just stood there with a calm and friendly attitude, making people feel that he is so trustworthy and trustworthy.

However, there is no useful information in the words and actions, and they are all perfunctory on guard.

"Mr. Xiao, I have seen your work."

Hai Xixi changed the topic, as if she wanted to talk to Sang Wen from another angle, and it seemed that this was her original purpose.

"It's very special and well written. You must have a bright future."

Naturally, Sangwen didn't take these words that seemed to soften your coldness, and then took advantage of the void to achieve his own goals.

He first came to He Man's room.

It is also the place where Yuan Cang took Xiguang's drawings.

Sang Wen's mother, He Man's room is very large, and things are neatly arranged, but it looks like it has been searched.

It seems that the FBI has searched not once or twice.

Otherwise, he would not let go and let himself, the only adult Sang family who passed the political review, come back here.

"Useful things, it seems that the FBI has already taken away."

Sang Wen walked around the room a few times, leaned into Yuan Cang's ear and whispered, "Can you go back now?"

When he said "go back", he meant "go back to the spiritual world of Chinese characters".

Yuan Cang narrowed his eyes slightly to test it out, then shook his head.

Sang Wen's heart froze.

It seems that everything related to Chinese characters in He Man's room should have been taken away.

"Would you like to visit Mr. Sang Hongke's study?" Hai Xixi asked with a smile, "Father doesn't seem to allow children to enter his study, and it's the same at my house."

Sang Wen was too lazy to go around in circles with Hai Xixi: "You...are you not from the FBI?"

"This time, it's just to accompany the only remaining adult of a family that betrayed the Federation to come back to sort things out. This adult has passed the political review. It's not an important task of the FBI, so naturally, he can do something in private."

"Is it right?"

Sangwen looked at Hai Xixi: "You have a capable demeanor but not a murderous look, and your arm muscles are loose. It seems that you are not engaged in various dangerous tasks of the FBI."

"The lower limbs are hypertrophy, which is due to sitting for a long time and not taking light therapy.

The reason is that the office is working on the job, and the work is too busy, so that you can't even take a little time to relax. "

"You're not on the FBI's Special Forces, you're not even a cop. You work as a paperworker in the house."

After Sangwen finished speaking, he asked knowingly, "Is that right?"

Hai Xixi: ...

"...I am the director of the New Human Spirit Research Association."

Hai Xixi looked at Sang Wen's eyes glowing with the cunning of a fox, but she chuckled lightly and said, "Don't be nervous, I don't mean anything malicious, it's just..."

She looked at Yuan Cang at the side.

The unspoken meaning in the words was to ask Yuan Cang to avoid him.

Sang Wen grabbed Yuan Cang's wrist, looked at Hai Xixi's face, and asked calmly, "Just what?"

"It's just a work of curiosity and civilization, Mr. Little."

Sangwen's name and face appeared in the Federal Short Story Contest.

When it comes to "Sangwen", the correct one should be "killed without drinking nutritional supplements".

But what Haixi calls "civilization".

It was the vest that Sang Wen wrote online articles on Yuntu, and so far there was no trace of exposure.

So why did Hai Xixi know?

"You investigated me from the Optical Brain Master Control Office."

Sangwen said in affirmative.

"That's right. But you don't have to be hostile to me." Hai Xixi took a step back to show her friendliness, "Your writing style has attracted the attention of all of our New Human Spirit Research Association, and we are tracking and analyzing your works."

"If you weren't civilized, I wouldn't help you pass your application to come to the old house of the Sang family as soon as possible."

"So you see, we're friendly."

After hearing this, Sang Wen didn't say whether he believed it or not, and his expression was exactly the same as when there was no showdown just now.

Seeing Hai Xixi thinking, the children nowadays are really smart.

Sang Wen didn't move, but Yuan Cang felt something.

Just as Sang Wen was pulling his wrist, he shook it gently.

Under Yuan Cang's signal, Sang Wen followed Hai Xixi into Sang Hongke's study.

Sang Hongke's study room is very large, and the layout is also very complicated. Several extremely high drawing display cabinets divide the study room, which is already a large place, into several smaller areas.

The first time Sang Wenwen and Hai Xixi entered the study, they saw a short knife hanging across the entrance.

The whole body is silver, and when you look at it, you can see the eye-catching sparkle, which is a bit gloomy.

Sang Wen hadn't spoken yet, but Hai Xixi spoke.

"It must have been given to Mr. Sang Hongke by the He Yong family."

Her tone was extremely positive: "Now that laser weapons are so developed, swords and swords are basically displayed in museums. The He Yong family likes to display these for decoration."

In order to confirm her words, Hai Xixi took two steps forward and approached the handle of the knife: "Hey, no, I was right. It was a gift from the Heyong family. Look, there is also the family emblem of the Heyong family here." Woolen cloth."

Sang Wen walked over and took a panoramic view of the word "bean".

Complex mood, gloomy complexion.

The Sang family is connected to the Ho Yong family.

This is beyond doubt.

"Why do you always have a serious face?" Hai Xixi coaxed him as if he found it interesting, "Aren't you and your family at odds? I thought you would gloat when something like this happened. Woolen cloth."

"I do gloat."

Sang Wen said this in a perfunctory tone for Hai Xixi.

Because he was busy looking around the dagger several times, the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Why do you feel familiar...why the shape, design, and hanging method of this knife seem to have been seen somewhere before...

Unable to think for a while, Sangwen walked inside.

Walking past the drawing display cabinet and the mecha model display place, Sang Wen suddenly stopped in surprise.

He looked in the direction of a wall in Sang Hongke's study almost in disbelief.

"What's wrong?" Hai Xixi leaned over and asked.

After seeing where Sang Wen's eyes focused, he chuckled lightly: "This painting is really beautiful, the paper is light yellow, and the graffiti on it is all red, red and black..."

Before Hai Xixi finished speaking, she watched Sangwen take a big step back.

Sangwen barely stopped when he leaned against the table.

He raised his hand to cover his heart, frowned, cold sweat dripped down on his forehead, and he looked a little flustered.

He was panting shortly, staring fixedly at the wall.

"Little Mister? How are you?" Hai Xixi was startled by his appearance, and took another look at the "painting", thinking that there was nothing worthy of surprising Sangwen to such an extent.

"Yuancang..."

Sang Wen called Yuan Cang's name, his voice trembling.

Yuan Cang was a few steps behind Sang Wen, and when he saw Sang Wen's appearance, he ran over quickly and supported Sang Wen: "How are you? Don't scare me..."

He was a little flustered, more overwhelmed.

Sang Wen raised his hand and pointed to the things hanging on the wall of Sang Hongke's study for Yuan Cang to see.

Yuancang is the transformation of Chinese characters, and among the transformations of Chinese characters, it is a rare adult physique and thinking.

It can be said that looking at the entire interstellar world, no one can follow Sang Wen's thinking and understand Sang Wen's meaning.

Can have the same knowledge as Sangwen, or higher than Sangwen.

Sangwin looked at it for a while before recognizing the thing.

Yuan Cang's face froze after only one glance, and then there was joy and ecstasy visible to the naked eye.

"Sangwen, Sangwen!" There was a bit of joy in his voice, but it was still full of worries about Sangwen, "Look, look..."

Sanwen stood up straight.

He sorted out his thoughts, took a deep breath, and looked up again.

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