Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

Under the fury of his eldest brother, He Yijian wanted to explain the matter clearly, but he had nothing to say.

What he said is already true, why Patriarch He Yong always looks calm.

I don't say I believe it, and I don't say I don't believe it. The eyes looking over me are so cold that I am not a human being, but a table or a chair. I don't look at myself as if I am watching a life.

No matter how much He Yijian thought in his mind, he hurried to explain: "I... I really only recite things from my elder brother... And there's... hiss—I've been reading things written by Wen Wenming in Yuntu..."

"Before, I used the name of the family to try and think about bringing down civilization...but I didn't succeed..."

Enduring the pain, He Yijian explained the ins and outs of the whole thing clearly intermittently and hissing.

He Yong remained unresponsive.

There was no reaction at all.

It's like listening to a boring lecture, as if you're not listening at all, your eyes are blank in a daze.

But in fact, no one can guess the emotion in He Yong's heart.

After He Yijian finished speaking, he waved his hands to his optical brain, and watched Wenming's works directly on Yuntu.

When he saw Wen Wenming's pen name was two Chinese characters "Wen" and "Ming", He Yong paused.

There was a twinkle in his eyes.

Then continue to operate the optical brain.

Everyone held their breath and waited tremblingly by the side.

In the true sense, the atmosphere does not dare to breathe.

He Yong didn't say a word, and didn't make a sound.

Looking at Guangnao's demeanor focused, it seems to be looking at his dead lover.

He Yijian kept lying on the ground clutching his waist.

No one helped him up, and he didn't know if he could get up.

He could only make a half-kneeling, half-prone posture, occasionally looking boldly at He Yong and He Yanqiu.

Homeowner...

He Yijian repeated in a low voice in his heart.

Is this the owner of the house?

Pulling the entire He Yong family forward, his mental power can be so strong that it surpasses all the researchers in the Federation's spiritual power research associations, coupled with a lot of the latest technological equipment, even those in the family who are born with low mental power can be saved.

I used to think about using the means of the family to show off my might...

Really live enough.

A wave of fear rose directly from the bottom of He Yijian's heart.

After a while, He Yong spoke.

But what he said was not civilization, but he asked He Yanqiu directly, with a slightly gloomy tone in his tone: "Banjieer's thinking has changed?"

He Yanqiu shook his head again and again, and quickly replied: "No, no, he and Tu Weiwei are still directly opposite to each other."

"The 'awakening' of Tu Weiwei is just a joke."

He Yong nodded, with an unclear tone: "Really."

"Then help me out."

He Yong glanced at He Yanqiu: "Helping Benjer is no different from helping ourselves."

He Yong gently raised his hand, pointed to Wen Wenming's works on the optical brain in front of him, and gestured to He Yanqiu.

"This kind of inferior thing, because of the full liberalization of creation, has become like this."

"Benjer is always unwilling to see."

"go a head."

"Yes, master."

The moment He Yanqiu lowered his eyes, he understood the meaning of the Patriarch, and when he lowered his eyes, there was a flash of eagerness in his eyes.

I must do well what the Patriarch told me, in order to gain more trust from the Patriarch, and to truly gain a firm foothold in the circle of direct descendants.

There must be absolutely no difference.

Sorry about that.

Civilization... just wait until you die.

After finishing the conversation with Karika, Sangwen tossed and turned, full of entanglement, and was almost ready to directly force sleep by connecting the brain to the nerves.

In this way, it was still very late when I fell asleep.

As a result, I woke up in the middle of the night and never fell back asleep.

All he could think about was what Karika said about the depth of the water in the Chinese character deciphering office.

Human inferiority is always evident.

No matter how the world changes, strife and exclusion are an indispensable part of group life.

He is not sad that he can't come up with something to help this era.

The only thing he was sad about was that he could come up with something to try to help the entire interstellar era, but he would be regarded as a lunatic, and would be suppressed and hidden. Even with his comrades, what he saw was always black and desolate.

There is nothing you can do.

Sang Wen suddenly wanted to talk to Yuan Cang.

It's better not to talk about these annoying things that I can't think of for a while.

Talking gossip can also reassure him.

It's a pity that Yuan Cang bid farewell to him in the living room in the evening, and went directly back to the spiritual world of Chinese characters.

Sangwen couldn't sleep, and didn't know what to do for a while.

Studying and working disturbed his mind at this time, and Sangwen couldn't calm down very rarely, so he went out of the room and wanted to go for a drive.

After leaving the door of the room, just as he was about to pass through the living room and go out, he suddenly saw a person sleeping on his back in the corner of the living room.

Sang Wen was taken aback.

Looking carefully, it was a young man, wearing a loose white dress, with half-length hair not short, lying on the ground and sleeping soundly.

Unrestrained and casual, still complacent.

Sang Wen approached slowly, and the man didn't look like he was going to wake up at all.

Sang Wen has grown up too much in less than a year, and he is no longer the Sang Wen who was so surprised that a hairball appeared on the table that his eyes widened.

He roughly guessed that this person was a new Chinese character called Chengjing.

Although he won't know its identity for a while, but when he looks like an adult, he will look lighter than Sang Xiaoming, have a clearer memory and be easier to communicate with.

"Hello."

Sang Wen bent down slightly, stretched out his fingertips and poked the man.

It's just that at this moment, the doubts in Sangwen's heart still haven't let go.

It shouldn't.

He murmured such a sentence in his heart.

Logically speaking, Chinese characters can jump from the spiritual world of Chinese characters to the real world by means of a medium.

And all my paper materials about Chinese characters are in the room.

Then, through what medium did this man who was sleeping soundly reach the real life? ...

Sangwen poked it a few times, but the man did not wake up.

When he got closer, a smell of alcohol came to his face, just like a drunk.

"Huh?" Sangwen was even more surprised.

Even according to what Sang Xiaoming said before, the formation of Chinese characters in real life is determined by himself, so why did this person decide that he would always smell of alcohol?

Reminiscent of the fluffy and fluffy hair on Mao Bula's body, Sang Wen narrowed his eyes and thought: Could this be "wine"?

After poking it a few more times, the man finally woke up, opened his eyes and saw Sang Wen, and raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"oops……"

He got up and sat up, stretched his muscles and bones, and let out a breath.

Then she looked at Sang Wen, her brows were full of coquettishness and pride.

Sang Wen looked at him and felt that he was good-looking and had a better demeanor.

It is a kind of fearless frankness, even if you say it is a fight, your eyes are full of arrogance.

Pure is just two words.

- not afraid.

"How did you get out?"

Sang Wen went around the customer hall, but there was indeed not a single piece of paper or a single Chinese character.

"Me?" The man rolled his eyes and looked around, "I also came through the medium of words."

"It's not interesting here, and the scenery is not good. It's all neat and tidy, and people live like prison birds."

It was the first time Sang Wen said that when he heard Chinese characters.

Before, Sang Xiaoming was not hot, he was stupid every day, eating, eating and playing happily.

When he said this with emotion, Sang Wen really distinguished this person from the mentality of a child like Maobula and Sang Xiaoming.

This is a Chinese character with a mentality that is even more mature than Yuan Cang.

It is further proof that the spiritual world of Chinese characters is stabilizing and awakening explosively.

This is a good thing for the people of the interstellar era and Chinese characters themselves.

At the beginning of the interstellar era, Chinese characters were directly abolished forcibly. The spiritual world of Chinese characters lacked the spiritual power obtained through the use of human beings, and slowly fell into a deep sleep and darkness.

Now the spiritual power of Chinese characters has been fully awakened, and what will usher in the future is definitely the full recovery of Chinese characters.

Return to the front of all new human beings again.

Sangwen was about to ask something more.

But I saw a few bright lights floating in the room, floating in the air, the white light flashed, and the light spots converged and expanded.

Under Sang Wenwen's playful eyes, Yuan Cang came out quickly, and saw the young man sitting on the ground at a glance.

Sang Wen didn't speak, but Yuan Cang's expression moved a little.

With a bit of surprise, but more of joy.

This is all understandable, but the strange thing is that Yuan Cang's eyes are still filled with a slight trace of undetectable panic.

Sang Wen saw all these changes in Yuan Cang's expression.

He also saw Yuan Cang's hasty transformation just now.

What is he panicking about?

What is he worried about.

How did this person manage to use words as the medium to transform into form?

Yuan Cang just stood there and quietly took a step behind Sang Wen.

When Sang Wen tilted his head to look over, he lowered his eyes again, and all Sang Wen could see was his trembling slender eyelashes.

Sangwen looked up at the young man.

He spoke directly: "So... who are you?"

The young man stood up unsteadily, staggered, let out a long sigh, tilted his head, and smiled half-smile: "Who am I?"

He is close to Sangwen, and at the same time mixed with some humor.

Compared with Maobula who kept calling "Dad" over and over again, Sang Wen also raised Maobula as a cub.

The attitude of this young man is more like a bosom friend who reunited with Sang Wen after a long absence.

"Who are you?" Sang Wen vaguely felt that this person could not be "wine".

Merry chic, fearless and invincible.

His temperament cannot be described in a few words.

It seems that the city is full of gorgeous rhetoric, but it is no match for this young man who spits out half a word casually.

When Sangwen felt this way more and more.

The youth took half a step forward.

Raise your right hand in a toast.The cuffs of the wide clothes were half hanging down.

It looks like drinking.

Is it really "wine"?

The young man said with a smile on his face: "...a gold bottle of sake...a bucket of ten thousand dollars, and a jade plate worth ten thousand dollars."

Slow tone, clear voice.

Like the moonlight in a dream.

Sang Wen noticed Yuan Cang trembling behind him.

He frowned: "Are you 'Jin'?"

The young man shook his head and looked into Sang Wen's eyes: "I am Li Bai."

Sang Win: ...

For a moment, Sang Wen only felt that his head was hit hard, and he couldn't recover.

He stared blankly for a few seconds before repeating: "...Who are you?!"

"I'm 'Li Bai'."

The young man raised the corners of his mouth, his brows and eyes were like peach blossoms in March, and with a slight blink, it seemed to be the light of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

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