Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

Sang Win is a literati.

There is a sincere heart in the literati, and they love the truth, the good, the beauty so passionately, and even love all the magnificence and barrenness.

Literati always have a real longing for love.

...Although there is always no shortage of philandering literati.

Their feelings are too abundant, just for a while.

Now that I see someone, I feel so full of emotion, I really love to the point of desire.I feel that that person is the most beautiful person in my heart, and there is no one in the thousands of worlds and four directions that can compare to that person.

Sweet talk, vows of eternal love, there is nothing that cannot be said, and there is no vow that cannot be promised.

But if this effort goes on, and this hurdle is over, I don't love anymore.If you say you don't love, you don't love; if you say you don't have passion, you don't have passion.

He really isn't lying to you.

He is pure scum.

Feelings come and go quickly.Then it will be very fast again.

When I see someone again, I naturally fall in love again.Do it all over again, promise the next life to this person, promise three lives, and say that I want to live a normal life with you and be stable until the end of life.

When he sees someone else later, he will still love him.

Literati pay more attention to affection, but literati are less affectionate.

They take "emotion" seriously, but they seem to take it lightly. As long as they can be happy as they please, they don't have to pay attention to this and that, let alone a lot.

But these are not like this in Sangwen.

Sangwin looked at the wall of the room.Ask yourself quietly in my heart, what is love?

There are always many kinds of love.

So if one day I long for love, what kind of love do I need?

He is such a clear and rational person, and he quickly gave himself an answer.

To understand completely, to trust completely, to be absolutely partial, and to never betray.

He is too greedy, and he can't tolerate a little bit of imperfection.

He felt this kind of feeling, until the time when both sides disappeared into the universe, until the moment when both sides turned into dust.

It deserves to be called love.

Sangwen never had a perfect and happy family in his two lifetimes.

He has never seen the atmosphere where his parents love each other, and he has no direct contact with love.

For love, he may not have entrusted all his feelings.

I hope that love is also family affection and friendship.Help each other and protect each other.Two people are two people, nothing else.

"The person I like" has always been a non-existent assumption for Sang Wen.

He's never had anyone he likes.

Even if you can write travel quotation poems, even if you write love, you can tell moving stories.

Even when I was in college, the song "Mourning the Dead Wife" once caused the Chinese Department to cry, and the professor knocked on the door of the dormitory to care for this poor child with a rough life experience; Everyone thought Professor Sang was a prodigal son.

But he clearly knew that he was just passing by.

He knows himself but is a bystander from beginning to end.

Sang Wen just put his hands in his trouser pockets, and stood quietly outside other people's stories, not caring about how those beautiful love stories come and go.

Watching with cold eyes, never taking it to heart.

I have written thousands of articles, but my hands are still empty.It is also a little suffering of literati.

But he still felt it.

If love becomes willful and perfunctory, then it is meaningless.

It doesn't matter whether moths are flying into the flame, or it is as plain as water.

What Sangwen wants is all eccentricity.

and many more.

Thinking of this, he got up, got out of bed and stood on the ground.

There was a slight regret in his expression.

what's the situation?Lying here alone thinking about this, I struggled with it for a long time.Do you really think you are 19 years old?

After leaving the room, Tu Baba was arguing with Yuan Cang in the living room.

Sang Wen found it interesting, why did they quarrel?Just stand aside and watch.

Tu Baba had a head of curly hair, and said angrily, "Okay! I can't say no to you! Anyway, in your heart, you will always think that your brother is right! You think your brother is good!"

"Originally!" Yuan Cang never quarreled, he was soft-tempered and seldom spoke loudly.

Now trying to increase his power during the quarrel, he stood directly on the stool, a bit taller than Tu Baba.

Standing on the stool, tall and majestic, Yuan Cang puffed out his chest, straightened his waist, faced Tu Baba, and began to be fierce.

The voice is soft and waxy, but the tone is very firm and tough: "It was originally!"

He repeated it again.

Tu Baba was so angry that he fell backwards.

Tu Baba was about to say something more when Sangwen came from behind.

Without asking what the two of them were arguing about, she stood by the stool where Yuan Cang was standing, stretched out her hand to Yuan Cang, and spread it out.

"Come down. One step on the air, and then fall on you."

His voice is as clear as the wind, faint.

Yuan Cang glanced at Tu Baba, pressed Sang Wen's hand, and jumped off the stool with his strength.

Then she hid behind Sang Wen, grabbed Sang Wen's clothes with her hands, poked her head out quietly, and said silently to Tu Baba: slightly slightly.

Tubaba: "..."

gas!

During the summer vacation, Sang Wen was busy with the affairs of "The Far Side", and Tu Baba didn't go home to follow the busy schedule. Finally, "The Far Side" got on the right track and officially met with you in the form of a weekly report.

Busy with this, busy with that, school will start in a blink of an eye.

Sophomore, here we come.

The most friendly thing about Sang Wen in the sophomore year is that the lecturer in the Chinese character class no longer talks nonsense.

He also doesn't have to be called up by the lecturer to ask kindly, "Student, do you have a stomachache?"

It has been several months since Zhuang Zhou's Chinese character analysis paper was published, enough for all scholars and researchers to analyze it rigorously and clearly.

The entire Chinese character deciphering department and various circles of Chinese character research admitted with shock that the paper is valid.

Naturally, this paper is not only effective, but the various research results and extended examples in it can stand scrutiny and demonstration.

Even if you want to refute, there is no place to start.

A perfectly deadlock-breaking, era-changing essay.

On the night when the argument was over, the scholars and researchers in the entire Chinese Character Deciphering Office cried hard for this paper.

No one knows how great a contribution this is to the deciphering and research of Chinese characters, and no one knows how big a step this will be in the process of deciphering Chinese characters.

All the scholars and researchers in the Chinese Character Deciphering Department didn't know who Zhuang Zhou was, and they always felt that Zhuang Zhou's temper was too violent, and he didn't seem like a qualified government official.

But, they really—

Thanks Zhuang Zhou.

"Zhuang Zhou" is sitting in class.

While listening to the lecturer in the Chinese character class lecturing according to the new textbook compiled from Zhuang Zhou's papers, he turned his head to the first row.

Without him, Zhou Wenli was the one who had to sit in the first row in every class, and then had to interact with the lecturer all the time, so he almost dislocated his hands.

This time last year was also the first Chinese character class at the beginning of the semester.Zhou Wenli listened very carefully to the lecturer's mistakes in the first row, and kept "hmmmm", "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes", "Wow—so that's how it is", which made Sang Wen's heart twitch of.

In the current Chinese character class, there are not so many mistakes in the lectures, but Zhou Wenli has not returned yet.

Still on the voyage of ancient earth investigation.

Sangwen sat on the seat, feeling a bit bored.

With a slight shift of his eyes, he could see Yuan Cang sitting beside him.

It was not the first time that Yuan Cang accompanied Sang Wen to class as an auditor.

Seeing this handsome young man earnestly listening to the class, Sang Wen couldn't help but smile slightly on the corners of his lips.

He lowered his head and took a small piece of paper, took a pen, and wrote Chinese characters directly, the handwriting was flowing and free - "I'm hungry."

He understands Chinese characters, and Yuan Cang understands them too. The sudden tacit understanding at this moment made Sang Wen very happy.

After finishing writing, lay it flat on the table, gently press it with your index finger, and push it in front of Yuan Cang.

Yuan Cang was looking up at the lecturer writing on the virtual screen, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw the note Sang Wen pushed over.

He sank down to write his reply.

Sang Wen was on the side, dragging his chin with his left hand, his fingertips moving gently and rhythmically.

Within a few seconds, Yuan Cang pushed the note back.

——"You have eaten."

The words are clear, meaningful and beautiful, and the tone of the sentences are all gentle and elegant.

Sang Win wrote again: "I'm hungry again."

Yuan Cang's eyes were full of smiles, like a kitten patting someone's face, joking with Sang Wen.

——"Are you hungry again? What are you? Gluttonous?"

Yo?

Sang Wen let out a snorting chuckle: "...huh."

Then with a smile on his face, he wrote: "Why don't you call me an idiot?"

He didn't know where Yuan Cang's smile was caught, he squeezed the note, bent down, put his forehead on the table, and snickered sullenly.

The lecturer was pointing at the virtual screen to give lectures, so naturally he couldn't laugh too loudly.Yuan Cang's laughter was soft and muffled, and he suppressed it with all his strength, until Sang Wen pursed his lips and laughed.

Cute and lovely.

He said so in his heart.

At this moment, both of them didn't pay attention, just on the note that Yuan Cang was holding, a layer of extremely faint shimmering light that was too easy to be ignored separated from the note.

In the blink of an eye, they gathered together and landed on the table.

After a while, a small beast came out of this small cluster of faint light.

Only the size of a thumb.

Now, Sangwen can see it.

Sang Wen was very calm, with quick eyes and quick hands. He picked up the transparent cup that had finished drinking water, slapped the mouth of the cup down with his backhand, and directly dunked the little thing the size of a thumb into the cup.

Through the transparent body of the cup, you can still see the little guy stunned, which seems unbelievable.Then stretch out the claws and poke the wall of the cup.

At this time, Sang Wen stretched out his index finger and poked Yuan Cang, who was buried in the desk and grinning.

Yuan Cang's face was a little flushed, and when he raised his head, his thin, fluffy hair was a little messy.

He mouthed and asked Sangwen: What's wrong?

Sang Wen pointed, and Yuan Cang saw the little beast the size of a thumb.

He whispered: "Ah, such a small dog."

The little beast howled.

But the voice was too low, covered by the lecturer's voice, except for Sang Wenwen and Yuan Cang who were closest to him, no one could hear him.

Seeing such a situation, the little beast put its claws against the wall of the cup and began to whimper.

"He seems to be speaking human language." Yuan Cang was startled in a small voice, "Wow, such a small dog can speak human language. It's so inspiring."

Sang Win: ...

Inspirational? !

He reacted quickly, and he had already estimated that [-]% of this little thing is also in the form of Chinese characters.

Just don't know what it is anymore.

He didn't think "I just don't know which character it is", naturally because the appearance of Li Bai last time made Sang Wen understand that the spiritual world of Chinese characters is evolving rapidly.

After the word... is the word.

Yuan Cang didn't think about it that much, he put his ear close to listen to what the little thing was saying.

Ah, what it says is...

——"I, I, I am not a fool!!!"

The voice is so high-pitched.Yuan Cang stood up straight while covering his ears, looking a little confused.

The author has something to say: Yuan Cang: I'm annoying, I've never seen anyone tune in...the one who said "rice bucket" when they were in love, can't I be your "snack guy"? !

Sangwen: ...?