Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

Taking the aircraft, the two directly arrived at the office building of the New Human Spirit Research Association.

This is the advantage of living in Central Star, it is always more convenient to reach government offices.

While Hai Xixi was still sitting in her seat in a daze, she received the light brain prompts again and again, saying that someone was looking for her downstairs.

Only then did she realize that she had been immersed in the shock of emptiness for a long time.

Hai Xixi sighed, and asked the guard robot to let Sang and Wen downstairs in, set up water glasses in the waiting room, and saw the two of them a few minutes later.

Sang Wen's expression was calm as usual, but his gaze was so cold that it made her heart tremble.

"Sorry, because I really don't understand what you mean, so I came to you without an appointment without authorization."

Sangwen is very polite and decent, he seems to be able to be so rational and calm in the face of any situation all the time.

It's just that at this moment, the emotions leaked in the eyes have exceeded the usual load.

"It was our mistake." Sang Wen nodded slightly in apology, but he did not show any backward attitude.

Facing Hai Xixi, he suppressed his desire for the truth in his tone: "But... what did you find?"

The progress has reached the point where Sang Wen's cooperation is needed.

So it is permissible and appropriate to tell Sangwen at this time.

Hai Xixi slowly informed Sang Wen of the fact that "the federation found that the spiritual power provided by the Chinese characters in the works under Sang Wen's name is much higher than that of literary works created by other people".

He hesitated again, and confessed his guess about the "blood theory".

"……So this is ah."

After hearing this, Sang Wen sat on a chair, silently picked up the cup and took a sip of water.

He had his own guess in his mind.

What he wrote is different from what other interstellar authors wrote, nothing more than one point.

——Literature.

It is a real literary work that contains a literary nature among a large number of digital creations.

This is because Sang Wen has greatly reduced the literariness of the work in the pursuit of fast-paced and refreshing writing, so he can be keenly informed that the spiritual power provided by the work is higher than other works.

So……

As Hai Xixi said——

Why can the nobles keep suppressing the commoners with high spiritual power?

Why are there no people born with low mental power among the nobles?

Perhaps it is not because of the "blood theory" that there are no people with low mental power.

Maybe it's... There is something that can drag people who are born with low mental power back from the brink of death and despair.

What is it?

It is absolutely different from the literary works cultivated in the current mainstream data-based literary creation atmosphere.

These are the works that can be seen everywhere that are full of social effects, enlightening and enlightening thoughts, and those literary works that publicize individuality and express emotions.

If this is really the case.

Just as Sangwen thought before.

Perhaps not only Chinese characters are in the hands of nobles represented by the Heyong family.

So is literature.

So are cultural relics.

Those who were forgotten at the dark end of the universe were kept by the nobles with deliberate conspiracy.

Hai Xixi has been observing Sangwen's expression.

This child is too mature, with a restrained personality without showing it at all.

There are always answers to all questions, but they will not express their thoughts out of ten.

Believe what you say, but you only believe one point out of ten.

Sang Wen is just like a smooth and sophisticated Jianghu man, his expression is full of kindness, but what is in his heart is half hidden.

Hai Xixi couldn't see through this young man.

But I heard Sangwen's voice.

It only took him a few seconds to sort out his emotions, and took back the little anxiety that had been exposed before.

He said this: "Can I provide a sample and ask you to do another round of experiments?"

Another round of experiments?

Instead of using Sangwin's works as samples, what should be used as samples for a new round of experiments?

Hai Xixi was puzzled, but nodded solemnly.

Then she watched Sangwen operate the optical brain and turned the optical brain in front of her.

"Substitute this for my sample."

Sang Wen's handwriting is chic and elegant, and the writing is like a snake winding, smooth and free, exquisite and noble.

Hai Xixi set his eyes on the light brain that Sang Wen turned to in front of him.

The above is simply four paragraphs.

Fourteen lines.

It is uneven and orderly, full of will.

"Ms. Haixixi. You may not believe me at the moment, but... I'm actually not worth mentioning."

Seeing Hai Xixi import the samples from Sang Wen's optical brain in front of him into his own optical brain, Sang Wen spoke softly, his tone was a bit ethereal, and finally calmed down as usual.

"real."

He is so sure.

In the long torrent of history, I am far from nothing.

But, if my guess is correct.

New humans will return to Dawn.

The heinous crimes committed by the nobles of the empire are even more unforgivable.The confinement sentence of the Supreme Court, which used to treat imperial criminals, is far from enough.

Hai Xixi was shocked by the child's attitude.

After receiving the sample from Sang Wen, he nodded heavily and said, "Okay."

What Sangwen gave was exactly a sonnet of Shakespeare he recited casually.

The same language and the same origin.So what will the results of this experimental tracking and identification look like?Will it shake the era completely?

After leaving the building, Sang Wenwen and Yuan Cang took a few steps, but Yuan Cang stopped, and retorted to Sang Wen solemnly: "You are not."

Sang Wen was startled: "What?"

"You are not worth mentioning." Yuan Cang looked unhappy, looking at Sang Wen's eyes and rubbing into a bit of disappointment.

He seemed to dislike this statement very much.

Really.After Sang Wen came to his senses, he was originally heavy with anger and anxiety, but it was because of Yuan Cang's words that he felt a little relieved.

"...you are sweet-mouthed."

Sang Wen chuckled, looked down at Yuan Cang's hair: "How many rice cakes have you eaten?"

Because of Sang Wen's teasing, Yuan Cang's breathing became a little messed up.

A few seconds later, he raised his head with a bit of embarrassment, his eyes were watery.

Facing Shang Sang Wen's half-smile look, he snorted and said angrily, "I ate so much rice cake yesterday!"

Sang Win: ...

Sang Wen's pen name for writing his fan love essays in Jinjiang is Mi Gao Gao.

"...Little guy, make fun of me."

Sang Wen raised his hand, took a slender finger, and poked Yuan Cang's forehead.

Yuan Cang covered his forehead with a smile.

Smiling, she restrained her smile, hesitated for a moment, and said to Sang Wen: "You... just feel so sad."

"From our old house in the Sang family to the New Human Spirit Research Association, from Chinese characters to literature, all kinds of things, although you... have always looked normal, when you were hit to the heart, it was only a momentary emotional ups and downs."

Yuan Cang stretched out his hand to grab Sang Wen's cuff, shook it lightly, his voice was soft and comforting: "But I know...you are very sad."

"I know your emotions."

Sang Wen was silent for a while, then let out a breath, like a sigh, but also like a relief.

"Why am I not sad?"

He admitted: "After seeing the glory, I can't bear the barrenness. It's also human nature."

"However, I clearly understand. In times of war and disaster, people will want to live."

Sang Wen looked at the countless aircraft and fleets floating in the blue atmospheric sky of the central star in the distance.

"Fire falls from the sky, and all you can do is run forward."

"Looking back for a second, one mistake is death."

Sang Wen understands all the truths, and it is precisely because he understands all the truths that he is even more sad and heartbroken.

And he persisted and continued to watch every minute and every second: "Now the fire has stopped, and the survivors have obtained the future of survival."

"I have to walk back step by step along the way they came here. Some people know what they have discarded, and some don't."

He stretched out his hand and rubbed Yuan Cang's head, making Yuan Cang's limp black hair messy and cute.

"I want all new humans to know that we have a history and a past."

"What we once had was so beautiful and magnificent."

None of what Sang Wen said was empty.

Hundreds of years later, Sang Wen thought of this again, the afternoon when he and Yuan Cang came out of the office of the New Human Spirit Research Association.

I remembered what he had said.

At that time, he could say that he had never let him down.

At this time, while Sang Wen and Yuan Cang were talking Xu Xu, they were in the castle, the main residence of the He Yong family.

He Yijian was slapped on the face directly.

He didn't dare to cry out in pain, let alone hide. Even though he lost his footing and fell to the ground, he quickly got up without even dusting off his clothes.

Since the last time he colluded with Xu Chen, the author of Yuntu, and tried to completely vent his anger on Xu Chen, and used the resources of the He Yong family to bring down civilization, he was severely taught by his elder brother once.

He has been circled in the elder brother's sight.

The He Yong family is now on the cusp, even though they have donated various star coins for charity, they are almost engraving "I want to clean up" on the head of the family.

But the attention they attract has never been too much, never too little.

He Yijian had just been led by his eldest brother to the planetary prison where the imperial criminals were detained, and before he could catch his breath, he was dragged back to his master's old house.

He Yi felt uncomfortable after entering the castle.

He is not a direct descendant, and born with weak mental power, he has always been a neglected and bullied existence in the family.

He can still use the name of the He Yong family to do his best outside, but when he returns to the real He Yong family, he also clearly realizes that he is nothing.

"Big brother..."

He Yijian opened his mouth weakly.

"You are such a waste."

The eldest brother pointed at He Yijian casually, and chatted briskly with the man sitting on the side: "There are people with low mental power like him in our family for thousands of years, how can we control the mech like this, and how can we suppress the mental power? It's disappointing. "

The man looked He Yijian up and down a few times, and the disdain in his eyes seemed to materialize in the next moment, piercing He Yijian's back.

But he said kindly: "Why was there no trash before? It's just that I was rescued by the Patriarch."

"Patriarch... didn't save him?"

There was a pause in the middle of the tone.

The two exchanged glances, which contained deep meanings that both of them understood.

The elder brother waved his hand: "We have weak kinship, no talent and not a direct descendant, how can the patriarch have the time to take care of him? I took care of him."

The man laughed a few times, and then agreed: "Yes. You are kind enough to save him."

"What I gave him was the improved mental power, which can be more than ten times higher than other mental power maintenance and stable growth equipment."

The eldest brother glanced at He Yijian coldly.

"But I can't stand this trash's poor foundation. After this trash improves, it's still trash."

"It's the family members after all."

The eldest brother looked at the person he was talking to, and after listening to his words, his eyes flashed with covetousness for the "things" in his words.

The corners of her lips curled up: "If it weren't for the family members, I would have kicked him to death."

He Yijian lowered her head, listening to the laughter and insults to herself.

He knew that his eldest brother had no good intentions, and he didn't want to save himself because he was afraid of his future and hurt his self-esteem.

It's an attitude of charity, just like watching a joke.

He just wanted to keep He Yijian by his side as an obedient and tame little pet, and he could beat him to vent his anger when he was in a bad mood.

What was given to him was just a little residue that leaked through the fingers.

But He Yijian couldn't let it go.

He has to go on.

This is the end of the gossip about He Yijian.

"The Federation's fleet has already set off for the ancient earth." The man said lightly.

After hearing this, the eldest brother lowered his eyes a little and fell silent for a while.

Looking up: "What else can they find?"

The two met eyes and smiled at each other.

Tu Baba watched the two people who had gone out without saying a word come back, but stopped Sangwen: "Hey! Don't you solve the post that criticized you before?"

After the reminder, I was aggrieved again: "I worry about you after knowing that you are a nutrient, and I worry about you with a nutrient after knowing that you are a civilization. I worry twice about you."

Tu Baba glared at Sang Wen, and hummed twice: "I'm afraid I owe you something!"

Sangwen saw Tu Baba's curly hair curled up and his face proud, and he felt much better after walking all the way back.

Grabbed a handful of Mao Mao in Tu Baba's arms, and teased him: "Who told you to hold our Mao Bu La and not let go?"

"Isn't it hairy?"

Mr. Mao Bula, I have lived a happy life for too long.

Although he still remembers the instructions Sangwen gave him back then.

——"You are not allowed to speak in front of outsiders, you can only hum and chirp."

But after a long time, he relaxed his vigilance, and it was Sang Wen who was talking to it at this time.

For a moment, he forgot that he was lying in Tu Baba's arms, and blurted out the answer to Sangwen.

"Yes!!"

Crisp and loud.

This sound can be described as earth-shattering.

Tubaba: "...??!"

Tu Baba looked down at Mao Bura in horror.

I go? !

What kind of hairball has evolved to be able to speak human language? !

The author has something to say: I am really thankful for the little cute Throwing Thunder and the nutrient solution for giving QAQ a special thank you for every summary!

In the past two days, I have been lazy and ignorant, and I haven't added more... woo.Seeing these loves makes me feel even more guilty. QAQ will work hard to add more on weekends!Make a fist!No pigeons!

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