Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

"Hey……"

To Tu Baba's surprise, Zhou Wenli didn't come back in a loud voice like before, and didn't even have the slightest desire to quarrel with Tu Baba.

Just sighed deeply.

It seemed that he exhaled such a breath from the depths of his heart, extremely tired.

He looks at Tubaba for a while, then his gaze eventually shifts to Sangwin.

Zhou Wenli stared at Sang Wen's face without saying a word.

After a while, he sighed again.

"It's boring."

Zhou Wenli said so, and then laughed, the louder he laughed, "It's really boring."

His laughter echoed in the living room, waking up Maobula who was sleeping in the corner, and he threw himself into Tu Baba's arms.

Sang Wen's gaze was fixed on Zhou Wenli's bruised and purple cheeks, he paused for a while, and then frowned.

There are treatment marks on it, and it is obvious that this is what it looks like after treatment.

Then it is conceivable how many injuries he suffered.

"Why didn't you come back after the game?"

Sanwen asked.

Zhou Wenli heard what Sang Wen said, but after hearing it, he didn't answer right away.

It seemed that these words drifted around the living room before falling into Zhou Wenli's mind.

It took him a long time to react before he realized that he should give an answer: "I can't come back."

Zhou Wenli said lightly, and then glanced at the palm of his hand: "After I come back, I can't go out again. I can't go out, and you want to see me. I understand."

"What do you mean?"

Sangwen was puzzled.

Sang Wen didn't know what Zhou Wenli was saying about "can't get out" at this moment, but Tu Baba knew it very well.

After all, during the day, he had just received an optical-brain communication from the competition staff.

"Little Mister, the enthusiasm for the end of the competition has also gone down. Look... Do we still need to hold back on Zhou Wenli's affairs?"

Tu Baba replied like this: "Didn't I say that at the beginning? It was something he did by himself. We just don't want to be dragged down on ourselves."

"If he doesn't bear it himself, who else will bear it?"

It seems that after taking back the official means of controlling public opinion, it will soon bear fruit.

It can't be said that it is effective, it is backlash.

After all, Zhou Wenli used public opinion to harm people like this before, didn't he?

Tu Baba stared at Zhou Wenli.

He understood that what Zhou Wenli said meant that the things he had done were exposed, and he would have no face to go out to meet people.

But he didn't say anything, and he asked knowingly, "What's the matter? Something happened?"

He used a tone and tone that was somewhat pleasant after seeing the wicked being punished.

Tu Baba was at the final of the Federation Short Story Contest, and was forced by the situation to wipe Zhou Wenli's ass.

He was utterly bored by then.

This tone and tone also completely angered Zhou Wenli.

Zhou Wenli got up, walked in front of Sang Wen in two steps, raised his head and stared at Sang Wen's eyes.

"You did it! You want me to be expelled from school! You want me to die! You told all about me!"

"It's all right now! What's the difference between being alive and dead now?! When I went out for a walk, countless people pointed at me and whispered!"

Zhou Wenli turned his face sideways, exposing Qingzi to Sang Wen's sight: "Are you satisfied?"

Sang Wen frowned, analyzing the meaning of Zhou Wenli's words.

He was smart, and within a short while, he analyzed what was happening now from these incoherent words.

Sangwen's attitude did not change.

In an instant, Tu Baba became furious, stuffed Maobala into Sang Wen's arms, and pulled Zhou Wenli away from Sang Wen.

"Are you crazy?!" Tu Baba yelled at him, his little curly hair felt a little messed up by the violent movements.

"You should have expected the consequences when you did what you did! What happened to Guan Sangwen?!"

Tu Baba pulled Zhou Wenli's collar, but he kept staring at Sangwen.

He sneered: "What's the matter with him?!"

Then he spoke directly: "Civilization, what do you think? What do you say is none of your business?!"

"At the beginning, you lied to me to participate in Yuntu's Piloting the Future essay competition, and you coaxed me to fail. Now, everything I did in the past has been exposed with evidence on Starnet. Are you happy? You not only won me , you ruined me!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?! Who do you want to rely on for what you do yourself? You... what civilization?!"

Tu Baba froze for a moment after pulling Zhou Wenli away, then turned to look at Sang Wen in a daze.

His mouth was full of rebuttals to Zhou Wenli's words: "...what civilization... civilization?"

Zhou Wenli shook off Tu Baba's hand, and stood aside, looking at Sang Wen coldly.

"At the beginning, your friend contacted me with evidence of the things you did in Yuntu and detailed information about your real life."

Sang Wen said slowly: "When that person was able to contact me, he could naturally contact others."

"...Where did I get some friends from?"

Zhou Wenli stood for a while, digested the meaning of Sang Wen's words, and chuckled: "You should call me my enemy."

Sang Wen licked the hair in his arms and climbed onto his shoulders with his fat feet all the way.

With his hair on his face, he looked at Zhou Wenli, who had a little aristocratic look on his face: "I can say goodbye to you for hurting me. You are young, and I will keep you educated and reformed slowly, and wait for you to repent and hate the past." of myself."

"But I am not qualified to say forgiveness for others."

"What you have done, you know what benefits you have gained from it."

Sang Wen's voice was clear but oppressive: "There will always be such a day. Unfortunately, it is today."

Tu Baba turned back to the room, and glanced at Zhou Wenli before leaving.

snorted.

It's your own fault, that's all.

The night darkened.

Zhou Wenli stood alone in the living room, he was very tired.

Arguing with the family, begging for mercy with Benjer, and confronting Tubaba Sangwen.

"……Humph."

He walked around the living room a few times.

Those took him too much energy.

Zhou Wenli knew that he was at fault, and that the clamor against Sangwen and Tubaba was nothing but venting his anger.

But who cares?

Come here, is it possible to turn back?

Go back to the past and be a kind but ordinary person.Can the situation be better than now?Can it be beautiful?

No.

he knows.

Zhou Wenli called out his optical brain and found his own work.

Somewhat narcissistically, he read the work from beginning to end.

After reading it, read it again.

I should learn from Sangwen.

Zhou Wenli sighed.

Sang Wen has completely become a knot in Zhou Wenli's heart.

He lived in the shadow of Sang Wen, unable to walk half a step.

Once he didn't want to go out by himself, he tried to bring Sangwen down, but he didn't succeed, and the matter has developed to this point.

Sang Win... Sang Win...

Sang Wen's writing is really good, Zhou Wenli felt that he had already learned a little about Sang Wen when he was in "The Galaxy Far Away".

If you continue to learn, it may not be embarrassing to lose in the final, and it may not be that Benjer will be so angry.

But I can write well too.

I can write really well.

I'm really gifted, I'm really a genius.

Zhou Wenli read his own works over and over again.

Fortunately, since Tu Baba was woken up once by Zhou Wenli at the beginning of school, he bought additional sleeping facilities that are absolutely soundproof, and he kindly helped Sangwen install a set.

Otherwise, if you are woken up now, you will make trouble again.

Zhou Wenli was too tired and sleepy.

He was a little confused, but he was still obsessed with what he had written.

I can write really well.

The more he read, the happier he became.

Until a voice cut through his complacency.

"Stop reading it! What did you write?! It deserves to be read out?!"

It was a strange voice sounded.

He was surprised: "... who is talking?!"

Zhou Wenli looked over and found a man sitting in a dark corner of the living room at some point.

He looked like a young man, his buttocks were sitting on the floor, but his feet were directly on the short table.

Her gestures are full of wildness, and her eyebrows and eyes are full of flair.

Sitting obliquely, looking over with a bit of disdain.

It didn't seem like he was disdainful of Zhou Wenli, but just the whole world.

It seems that there is no one in the world who looks up to him.

So proud.

Seeing Zhou Wenli looking over, he also turned back carelessly: "I told you to stop reading! What is it worth doing and singing? Ah bah! Weird!"

The young man snorted.

He lifted his foot and kicked the table over with all his strength.

Seeing that Zhou Wenli was stunned, he stood up, his posture was unsteady, and he barely stood still by holding on to the cabinet beside him.

"belch!"

He actually burped his mouth.

Zhou Wenli was in a daze like a dream.

Seeing him like this, he first cared about him: "Are you sick?"

The young man waved his hands crookedly and shook his head, straightened his half-length black hair: "I just drank too much. Hee hee. I drank too much."

"...You drank too much nutritional supplements, why are you in this state?"

Zhou Wenli was also confused, and asked weakly.

The young man fell backwards angrily: "Huh?! Drinking nutritional supplements? Why didn't you say that I drink water? I—"

"Of course what I drank was wine!"

After speaking, he took two steps forward. Zhou Wenli always felt that he would fall down and lie on the ground after watching these two steps.

He said, "Haven't the little guy ever drank a bar?"

The young man raised his hand handsomely, pointed in a large circle, and surrounded the world: "You have no food here, so what do you use to make wine?"

"If you have food, you can't eat or use it. What a reckless waste!"

He swung around twice more.

Shaking his head again and again.

Zhou Wenli was upset: "Who let you in? Who are you from Sangwen? Or someone from Tubaba?"

"Me? Hmph, I won't tell you!"

The youth's shoulders are raised and lowered.

"If you have the strength to be curious about me, go and throw away all the crap you wrote. Throw it away!"

"What kind of good thing do you think of it?! And read it while walking?"

The young man covered his ears in disgust.

Zhou Wenli refused to accept it: "Why is it not a good thing?!"

"After all, it is the No.2 work of the Federal Short Story Contest. Even if it is not as good as Sang Wen, it is still a good thing!"

"...You really haven't seen anything good!" The young man sighed.

Then he said with emotion: "Well written? Not here."

"You think Sang Wen's writing is not good?" Zhou Wenli became very interested when he heard this.

"Sang Wen?"

The young man laughed loudly, and after laughing, he said twice: "Isn't what he's writing now all about coaxing children to play? Slow down and lead people, for fear of crossing any stage, all previous efforts will be wasted. It's not very good. Good stuff."

Zhou Wenli's vigor came to the fore.

"I want to see the best stuff. I want to see works better than Sang Win's!"

When he said this, Zhou Wenli couldn't hold on anymore and sat down on the ground.

The young man lowered his head and moved closer to Zhou Wenli.

"You are from the country of Hua, and you have never been to the country of China. It's a pity, it's a pity!—"

The young man let out a long sound.

Zhou Wenli was so tired that his brain couldn't work, but he still retorted: "My family is in Menhu Xing, which is under the jurisdiction of the Federation Huaguo..."

"You have to go to Huaguo on Earth."

The young man finished this sentence casually.

Instead, he stopped and remained silent for a long time.

When Zhou Wenli couldn't bear it and fell asleep on the ground from exhaustion, the young man continued his words.

"Hey... I made a mistake. I have to go to the historical Huaguo——historical, historical Huaguo..."

The only response to him was the shallow breathing of Zhou Wenli who had fallen asleep.

But before dawn, Zhou Wenli woke up from the floor of the living room.

There was no one there as far as he could see.

Zhou Wenli pressed his temples, feeling the pain of headaches, thinking of getting up and going back to the room to lean on the light therapy chair to relieve it.

Probably a dream.

I can't remember the details in a daze, but I remember the young man's brows raised and his expression wanton.

He seemed to see a wider world from the young man's expression.

The youth is so proud, self-confidence is not enough to describe him.

When young people mentioned "good things" and "good works", it was like pointing to the fine sand on the beach, and what they said was endless pity.

Look - so many, it's a pity you can't see them.

This kind of demeanor cultivated by a rich and free spiritual world, mixed with the pity of the vast universe for a speck of dust, was thoroughly remembered by Zhou Wenli.

Even if it is a dream, the fire in the heart is easily ignited by the young man.

Zhou Wenli staggered to his feet, but when he turned around, he saw the low table in the corner of the living room overturned.

The table...how did it fall?

In an instant, the young man sat on the ground, kicked his feet on the table obliquely, and his mind was filled with indifferent eyes looking over him again.

it is true……?or dream?

Are there really that many good things?

Is it really possible to completely untie Sang Wen's knot after watching those good things, and have the confidence to say "it's just teaching children" to Sang Wen's works?

What kind of place is that?

Is it a dream?

Earth……

ancient earth...

Sangwen saw the grand occasion where rumors were swirling.

Zhou Wenli really relied on his own cleverness and careful thinking to ambush at the other end of the Xingwang optical brain, and he could bring people down just by talking and laughing.

This blatant despicability angered the students of the Federal Academy who were just young.

It also corresponds to what Zhou Wenli said to Tu Baba.

"I am done."

He is indeed finished.

The disgust and fearful eyes of the people around are enough for a person not to dare to go out the door.

Posts on the Yuntu Forum surrounding the things he has done have occupied the front page for several days.

Zhou Wenli's pseudonym in Yuntu was ruined, as was his pride in real life.

This destruction is unprecedented.

It can completely kill a person.

Zhou Wenli was indeed crushed.

He was called directly by Benjer, and a cup mixed with hot water was thrown hard on his face.

Hitting people is never slapped in the face.

Because being hit on the face, accompanied by pain, brought about the humiliation of completely throwing self-esteem to the ground.

Benjer didn't blame him for doing the dirty stuff.

It's about blaming him for all the dirty work that came to light.

You can use tricks, but you can't be found.

This is Benjer's attitude.

It's really a good quality of a literati.

That's what Zhou Wenli thought when his face was pressed against the ground.

Sang Wen was still worried about Zhou Wenli.

In his heart, he was much older than the people around him, and he knew that this kind of child might not think about doing something self-harming.

But soon he knew where Zhou Wenli was.

The Federal Chinese Character Deciphering Office and the Federal Literary Creation Office jointly organized a voyage to visit the ancient earth.

The military's voyage is absolutely safe and has the highest authority.

Although there isn't much to go to on Ancient Earth, and there isn't much to see any more.

Devastated, nothing but the wreckage of war is rubbish.

When new humans set foot on the interstellar voyage from the ancient earth, it was not destined to be peaceful.

What each country seizes is the authority to explore and conquer the universe for the first time.

scrambling to be the first, swarming up.

After all, a universe without intelligent life is truly a land of no man.

After stepping in, the interstellar era has come, and all you have is countless hegemony.

Five English-speaking countries jointly established the "Interstellar Empire", which provided all national resources for the warships that conquered the universe, and embarked on the interstellar era for the first time.

Then thousands of years of imperial rule kicked off.

Thousands of years later, the English language developed and evolved into serpentine script, the empire finally collapsed, and the federation began to rule.

"We also have to go back once."

Sang Wen said this to Yuan Cang in front of him.

Yuan Cang nodded.

But Sang Wen still had doubts in his heart: "Zhou Wenli...what did you do when you went back to the ancient earth?"

"Accumulate some glorious history for yourself, so that you can start a new life when you come back."

Tu Baba kept shaking Maobula in his arms, and said so casually.

"I see, you don't have to worry about Zhou Wenli for anyone else you worry about."

Tubaba looked over.

He had a fairly thorough understanding of Zhou Wenli.

"He has a good psychological quality, and he is more courageous and full of perseverance."

"To put it bluntly, it's thick-skinned."

Tu Baba rolled his eyes.

"Why are you worried about him? This time is an activity of the federal military. He will collect some honors and make some military achievements. Then he will come back in high spirits. Look! Hey! The new youth representative of the Federation! The dropout from the Federation Academy Zhou Wenli!"

Tu Baba babbled twice: "He is only 19 years old, and his good life for hundreds of years has not yet begun. How could he suddenly become thin-skinned easily? There will be some things in this kid's future life that will make us angry!"

At that time, Sang Wen didn't know the future story of Zhou Wenli.

All he knew was that Zhou Wenli would disappear from his life for a long time.

You will sit on a space battleship, look at the vast galaxy, pass through countless war garbage floating in the universe, and arrive at the former home of human beings.

--Earth.

The author has something to say: Chirp, chirp, chirp! ~ In order to keep in the middle, I wrote a chapter longer!I am a hardworking cub today! ~ (running around)

I'm going to eat (waving)!