Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

Sang Wen recognized those mottled and chaotic words full of sadness in his heart.

He also recognized the treasure hanging on the wall.

It was Yan Zhenqing's "Manuscript for the Nephew".

Sangwen can't tell the authenticity of cultural relics from fake ones, but he can read.

And Yuan Cang's attitude towards it in the form of Chinese characters can be called ecstatic, which naturally proves that it is not an imitation.

Also, in the interstellar era when Chinese characters are discarded, who would copy a draft?

How could Yuan Cang be so excited about imitations?

All kinds of things show that this is the real work.

This is an authentic calligraphy handed down from the Tang Dynasty.

The "light yellow" paper in Haixi's west mouth is the yellow background color after a long period of historical precipitation; the "red, red, black and black" graffiti in the mouth is the authentic calligraphy of red seals and weeping blood.

It is not in the museum, being carefully cared for by those who have learned and loved it; it is not even in the hands of those who understand it, to be watched and cherished.

Not to mention exhibiting the peerless demeanor to everyone.

It just hangs on the study wall in the house of the traitor, the traitor to the Union.

In this corner silently.

It was called "graffiti painting" by the female companions with a smile.

There was no sound of struggling and resisting.

At this moment, it is very difficult for Sangwen to stand up straight.

He was short of breath, and felt a little dizzy, and felt that his chest was full of blood and tears.

A great humiliation rose from between the lines, lingering in Sang Wen's heart, and could not go away for a long time.

A sense of powerlessness came over him, he looked around and saw all the mecha blueprints and mecha models on display.

Only then did I realize that I was really in the interstellar age.

"..."

He wanted to ask Hai Xixi to go out, leaving space for himself and Yuan Cang to calm down and talk.

But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say anything for a while.

He was so stuffy that no sound came out.

Sanwin could not.

He is now the person involved who has just passed the political review, and this is the study of the Sang family.

Hai Xixi was to be accompanied and even monitored, and his every move must be under Hai Xixi's sight.

Hai Xixi would not agree to let them out of her sight.

No matter how beautiful what she just said, principles are principles.

San Win had to take it away.

He pulls himself together.

"Are you taking this painting with you?"

Seeing that his condition had improved, Hai Xixi asked suspiciously.

"It is the second "Manuscript of the Memorial to Nephew" in running script."

Sanwen came closer.

What he said in this sentence is Chinese, it is Chinese.

This sentence spanned thousands of years in the vast universe, and traveled through countless planets and galaxies, and came to this "Manuscript for the Nephew" again.

He recognizes it.

He understands it.

He knows the pain in its lines of blood, tears and sorrow, and he understands its powerful and vigorous completion in one go.

He also understands Yan Zhenqing, who is upright and unyielding behind the calligraphy, who is determined to die.

And the sad and terrible thing is that no one else understands it.

It passed into the hands of Sang Hongke and was hung on the wall of the study for decoration.

Until Sangwin saw it.

Sangwen approached and raised his hand.

He tried his best not to tremble.

What made Sangwen feel better was that the manuscript was protected in a transparent electronic box.

The design is precise and maintains its life, turning around the damage to it from light and air humidity, protecting it as far as possible and prolonging its life.

Sang Wen carefully took it off, looking at Hai Xixi's eyes that didn't understand what he just said, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

This is not the answer to Hai Xixi.

He didn't say anything to Hai Xi Siduo.

He had no way to tell Hai Xi Siduo.

No matter how sincere and resolute what Hai Xixi said just now, Sang Wen only believed it a little.

He only believed in Yuan Cang, whose eyes were now glued to the cultural relics in his hands.

Sangwen couldn't say directly to Hai Xixi——

This is something too important.

This is something important in my life.

He believed that as long as he said that, Hai Xixi would only think it was important evidence in the case of the Sang family's betrayal of the Federation.

Or think that this is an encrypted drawing, something that links the empire.

And turn your eyes away from the three inches of land under your feet, and away from the days and weeks in front of you.

This "Nephew's Manuscript" spanned thousands to nearly ten thousand years, and from the distant mysterious east, there was a sound of mourning and weeping.

Sangwen heard the voice over the warships and the eyes of people staring into space.

When they returned to the dormitory, Sang Wenwen and Yuan Cang returned to the room, staring at the manuscript silently.

"very strange……"

Yuan Cang circled around Sang Wen: "Why is such a precious thing in that scoundrel's study?"

Sang Wen stared at the "Nephew Memorial Manuscript": "Should it be in a museum?"

"You don't remember the last time we went to the museum, what was in the hall?"

"I remember." Yuan Cang nodded, his expression was a bit indescribable, "It's a driving regulation, and next to it is a traffic guide."

"There are tens of thousands of roads, and safety is the first." Yuan Cang mumbled a few times, "It's too annoying. Although it is indeed a historical relic, I still find it very annoying."

Sang Wen understood that Yuan Cang's words didn't mean anything clear.

It's like buying a pile of pearls and returning pearls, like discarding Hetian jade and picking up pebbles.

Obviously there are so many worthwhile, but turn a blind eye and perfunctory.

All because of "unimportant" "useless".

If it can't provide kinetic energy for the mech, is it useless?

Sang Wen did a thorough study of the transparent electronic frame outside: "This set of protection measures is very old, and the energy supply equipment is all light energy that has been discarded for thousands of years."

"The person who installed this equipment on it at the beginning must understand its meaning." This also made Sangwen feel comforted in his heart.

"It's a pity that time has passed since the flames of war raged, and the new human beings who entered the interstellar space are not the only ones that are discarded." He sighed.

Yuan Cang nodded.

After Sang Wen's mood stabilized, his complexion also sank.

He summed up the details of his trip to Haiyun Xingsang's old house today from beginning to end.

"The Sang family and the He Yong family must have colluded."

Sang Wen said: "The knife of the Heyong family...the knife given to Sang Hongke by the Heyong family..."

dagger.

Silver light, delicate and luxurious.

Hanging on the wall, a gloomy and cold light can be vaguely seen.

"Knife..." Sang Wen murmured, his mind running at high speed, "The He Yong family's knife with the family crest engraved on the handle..."

"Samurai sword!"

Sangwen's eyes widened suddenly.

"That short sword is the standard of a samurai sword!"

No wonder he felt familiar after seeing it.I also suspect that I have seen it there before.

He had indeed seen it, but not this knife.

It was exactly the same, or a samurai sword of almost the same size. He had seen it many times in neighboring countries during his study visit!

"The Heyong family were nobles during the thousands of years of imperial rule..."

As Sangwen said, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked the manuscript in front of him.

It is very difficult for ordinary people to survive in the danger of continuous war.

But nobles can live well, and even keep countless things that would otherwise dissipate.

"Really..."

I really can't wait for the day when I meet the He Yong family.

Yuan Cang raised his head: "What is it really?"

Sang Wen looked at Yuan Cang's beautiful profile.

"It's really something to look forward to."

When he said this, he let out a long breath.

Sit in a chair, lean back slightly, and look up at the ceiling.

After a while, I closed my eyes.

After a while, he even laughed.

He knows...

Chinese character poetry, cultural relics and history are still there.

The previous "knowing" was just wishful thinking and persistence and belief.

Now that "knowing" has been confirmed, he is instantly full of motivation to move forward.

In this vast universe, on the journey of no return.

Sangwen saw the direction where the fallen leaves returned to their roots.

If it is still there, there will be a day when it will be found again.

"Dad! Daddy!"

When Sang Wen turned his head, he saw Sang Xiaoming transform from a ray of light on the table into a human form, and climbed down the table directly.

Sang Wen didn't have time to reach out to pick it up, the fat boy moved too fast, he came over quickly and hugged Sang Wen's calf.

"Dad! I'm coming out to play with you!"

Sang Wen rubbed his head: "Why do you still look like a child?"

He glanced at Yuan Cang: "Your brother and I have grown a lot taller, why haven't you changed at all?"

It's okay if Sangwen doesn't say anything.

When Sang Wen said this, Sang Xiaoming was still puzzled.

He hummed a few times: "Hmm? But Dad... whatever the Chinese character looks like when it transforms into form, that's what it looks like! It's the Chinese character that decides for itself!"

Sang Xiaoming also stretched out his fat hand and raised a finger, signaling for himself to give an example.

"For example, Maobula, who has always been with Dad! It is the word Mao, because when it is used, it is always related to animal hair!

So when it just consciously accumulates mental power, it will feel that it is also a fluffy animal with a ball! "

"After it takes shape, it looks like a fur ball!"

Sang Xiaoming explained to Sang Wen as if asking for credit.

"After we become what we are, we will not change!"

Sang Xiaoming then added: "But if you have a strong desire to change your appearance after the transformation, you can do it!"

Sang Wen looked at Yuan Cang.

Sure enough, Yuan Cang's expression became a little unnatural.

The fat boy revealed Yuan Cang's background in a few minutes.

Yuan Cang wants to grow up with Sang Wen.

She is also growing taller with Sang Wen, shedding the childishness in her expression together, and transforming from a teenager into a young man together.

"...Don't say anything."

Seeing Sang Wen's gaze, Yuan Cang couldn't avoid it, lowered his eyes and opened his mouth softly, giving Sang Xiaoming a soft and fierce look.

Sang Wen's heart trembled because of Yuan Cang's words.

…"Have a strong desire to change your appearance"?

So……

What kind of strong consciousness?

How strong is the consciousness?

And... why?

Under Sang Wen's scorching gaze, Yuan Cang's head, which was already lowered, turned even more to one side.

"cough."

Sang Wen coughed lightly: "I'll go and bring Maobula in to play with you. You haven't played together for a long time."

"Okay, okay!!"

When Sangwen went out to bring back Maobula who was sleeping in the living room, the situation in the room was a bit tense.

"elder brother."

Sang Xiaoming stopped Yuan Cang who wanted to go out to keep up with Sang Wen.

"You haven't told Dad, who are you? What are you? Haven't you?"

Yuan Cang avoided it for a while.

"not yet."

"Chinese characters are gradually recovering, and you won't be able to hide them for long."

Sang Xiaoming raised his head. Although he was short, he stared at Yuan Cang, full of puzzlement.

"We all know what will come next after the recovery process of Chinese characters begins."

The author has something to say: Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo In the last chapter, there were so many cute little ones who were in a hurry, so they were so anxious to make a mess!Hurry up and send out the code words! (running in and out)

In fact, Juanjuan just... didn't save the manuscript... crying and crying!So write as much as you want... Sometimes I stop at the end of the story after I finish writing it, and sometimes I get stuck in the middle when I can't finish it... (Desperate face) I don't want to either.Claw claw hold on! ~

ps. During the day, I should still be able to code a chapter www, so the old time is updated normally at [-] pm, which is considered an addition! ~

Mother!I'm steaming!I will add more updates myself! Woohoo! (running in and out)