Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

After hearing this, Sang Wen looked at Yuan Cang more carefully.

His eyes are the color of typical Chinese eyes, pitch black.

Looking into it, I can only feel the deep emotions contained in it, and I can't figure out what he is thinking.

Seeing Sang Wen looking at him like this, Yuan Cang asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Twist a bit: "You don't want to."

"I don't feel sorry for him." Sang Wen said bluntly.

The content and direct tone of these words comforted Yuan Cang very well.But he was still a little puzzled and a little confused.

It seems that he himself doesn't know what state of mind he is in right now, nor does he know what he wants.

He just took another step forward and got a little closer to Sangwen.

"But, you said it, you love him."

Sang Wen said decisively: "I lied to him."

Yuan Cang recalled the state when Sang Wen said "I love you".

The voice was clear and clean, with a bit of pain and worry on his face, and a bit of worry between his brows.

Even if they knew it was just a deceit, they still made the surface beautiful and moving.

"...Then you lie to me too." Yuan Cang was a little bit envious of that beautiful and deceptive appearance.

Even though he knew it was a sugar-coated cannonball, he still wanted to finish licking the sugar coating first.

Then the girl ran away, or it would be fine.

Sangwen was taken aback by this request.

After realizing Yuan Cang's meaning, he really couldn't laugh or cry: "I won't lie to you."

He said directly: "I will not lie to you."

In the entire universe, in the entire interstellar era, Sang Wen trusted Yuan Cang the most.

Yuan Cang knew his past, understood his thoughts, and protected his wishes.

Even Yuan Cang exists because of Sang Wen, and has guarded for thousands of years in the dark and boundless world of Chinese character spiritual power.

Sangwen came to the interstellar era just after opening his eyes.

But Yuancang did not cross the timeline of thousands of years.

He can only hold a little bit of hope without a goal and without a destination.

Until Sang Win wrote "Sang Win".

The young man he trusted the most was yelling childishly: "You lie to me, just say that, I want that! Just tell me 'I love you', that's fine! I don't want anything else!"

Sang Wen didn't know what Yuan Cang was thinking.

He pondered.

I remembered.

correct.Maobula and Sang Xiaoming have also done many such things.

——"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Dad, you say you like me the most and I don't like him!" It's fat like this, dad don't like it!" "You're fat! You're really fat! I'm just hairy!" "You're so hairy! Pull it off!"

It was so!

So Sangwen had an epiphany all of a sudden.

Hey, Xiao Yuancang still doesn't feel safe.

Sang Wen sighed inwardly, raised his hand and fiddled with Yuan Cang's hair a few times, smoothing it.

It felt super good, so he grabbed it again.

"I love you, really, you have to believe, I love you."

Yuan Cang twitched his mouth and tasted: "..."

It seems... something is wrong...

Why do you feel weird?

But... obviously nothing went wrong!

So he faced Sang Wen's kind eyes, grinned and said with difficulty, "Yeah! I'm so happy!"

Tata, Sang Wen's editor at Yuntu, was at work again this day, slumped on the table, feeling very happy.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Then Sang Win came running to contact him.

Civilization, the author who has always urged himself to write.

The author who said that it was over and immediately slaughtered the screen, and disappeared immediately after it was over.

Come connect yourself.

Just come up with one sentence.

—— "Editor, I'm going to start a new article."

Tata was so happy and excited that he almost turned over: "Why is it useless this time, I urged you?"

"So positive this time! Keep it up! Keep it up!"

Hearing the other end through him, he sighed deeply and heavily.

"Hey--"

"The family expenses are a bit high recently."

Sang Wen glanced at Taotie who got into the pot to eat rice at the table. The little guy ate the pot so loudly that the bang bang bang could not stop, and kept making deafening noises.

This little guy is lively, and his nature imitated by Chinese characters is actually not much different from Taotie.

After eating all the food, people are still curious, crawling around the house, eating chopsticks on the table, and even want to pull off the hair that is not spicy.

I think it's best to eat whatever you want, so I domineeringly decide whether it's spicy or not, and I put it on someone's head with one bite.

Maobula: "No!! No!"

Little Taotie: "If you howl again, I won't eat hair! I'll eat you!"

Seeing Maobula became quiet, Taotie giggled.

He said happily: "Father is still right, you must abide by the law and be reasonable! You see, if I reason with you, don't you just agree!"

Maobula: ...? !Reasonable?Put your paws back first before you can reason!If it weren't for your small size and sharp claws!You think I can't fly you away with one claw!

As soon as Tu Baba came home, he was terrified, "La La, you are bald!", and then stared blankly at the table with a missing corner.

Amid Maobula's crying, Tu Baba didn't hear the grievance that the furball cub felt because he couldn't beat Taotie.

He hugged Maobula, hit the table hard a few times, and comforted it: "Bad table! Bad table! Knocked our spicy heads off!"

Maobula: ...Woo-wow!

Afterwards, Maobula ran to Sangwen's place, with a bald head, and wanted to judge whether he lived or died.

"I can't beat it! It's so small, I can't catch it, I can't even hit it! It just hits me..."

Yuan Cang sighed: "Hey...Actually, it can recover itself with mental power. It hasn't recovered yet, probably because it was frightened by Taotie... If this psychological shadow can't get over it, it can't recover by itself. This cub will be a Bald cub..."

Amidst Maobula's crying, Sang Wen gave Taotie a lesson, and then turned on his optical brain and took a stroll in the Xingwang Mall.

He lowered his head and touched his bald head, "Don't be afraid, Dad will always support you. Just wait, in 5 minutes, the wig that Dad just bought for you should arrive..."

Now Maobula is still suffering from autistic baldness, but Taotie is still carefree.

Sang Wen reached out and tapped the pot with the back of his finger, trying to make it quieter.

There was a moment of silence inside, as if trying hard to chew slowly.

But no, I couldn't control myself, so I choked on it and started to gulp again.

And then bang bang bang bang bang again.

...so hurry up and start a new article.

I have to earn star coins to feed the cub, and I have to buy a wig for another cub who is being bullied by the cub.

Tata's excitement has not yet calmed down: "What are you going to write this time? Hey Civilization, you don't find that every time you write something, there will be a burst of wind in Yuntu!"

Sang Win knows.

He would love to see that.

In fact, human learning starts from imitation. Except for those who are unwilling to think and simply copy and paste, the rest of the imitation is promoting the development of things in a good way.

When people start to imitate, it means to start to accept.

With enough imitation scope, human thinking stops rigidity and starts to be active, and a burst of imagination will surely emerge.

"So what are you writing this time?"

Facing Tata's problems, Sangwin actually had many options in mind.

But haven't made up my mind yet.

Just say, "I haven't figured it out yet."

"You remember to give me a slogan with more words in addition to the copywriting." Tata instructed, "Yuntu decided to increase your exposure by one level. When you write the article, start The screen is the catchphrase of your new article, maximizing drainage."

Sang Wen replied: "Okay, don't worry the editor, I understand."

After hanging up the communication, Sang Wen started to sort out a pile of outlines.

Which one is this?

Write about the people running away in a hurry after the end of the world, the crimes of human nature, massacres and bloody carnivals?The savior came to restore order, and peace came to heaven again?

Write and pinch your fingers to see your past and future, know your past life and future life, and judge your three lives as good and evil?

Write about a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred hidden under a girlish face, a woman disguised as a man, stepping into the officialdom, every step of the way, the sky changes color when she raises her hand?

Sang Wen didn't make a judgment for a while.

Yuan Cang, who was lying on the bed, just woke up, faltered a few times, and turned over.

"Yuancang."

Sangwen suddenly called out to him.

"Huh?" Yuan Cang looked over sleepily, with a confused look on his face.

But he is too good-looking, with a confused expression against the cold and snowy eyebrows, it seems that he did not make such an expression because of sleepiness and curiosity about why Sangwen called him suddenly.

It is a pure and compassionate look.

Nothing else.

A boy like a white rose.

He is worth too much, even if you write poems as a gift, he has the qualifications to dismiss it.

Sangwin suddenly had an inspiration.

When the inspiration comes, the mind is clear and transparent for an instant.All hesitation and entanglement will cease to exist.

Emotions can change the way a person thinks in a split second.

The introverted mood seemed to be burned out by this inspiration, and a bright and unrestrained extroverted mood filled Sangwen's mind.

"Don't write about that."

He raised his hand, and gently pushed the bridge of his nose, which was a fuzzy movement of holding up his glasses.

At this moment, I forgot that I was no longer short-sighted, and I couldn't remember much, but I just grabbed the inspiration in my mind and smiled softly.

Yuan Cang got up and got out of bed, walked over, rubbed his eyes: "What?"

After seeing Sang Wen flicking away a pile of paper outlines in front of him, he leaned over: "Then what are you writing?"

He was looking up to meet Sang Wen's eyes.

Facing that man's handsome scholarly face, when he heard him, he opened his mouth like this: "Writing about you."

"You are my protagonist."

Yuan Cang was stunned: "Huh?"

After a few days, Tata officially received the copywriting of Sangwen's new book and the slogan he wanted.

He was a little confused.

The title of this book?

Tata scratched his head, not quite understanding what was going on.

——"Passion Pill".

... What is Dan?

The author has something to say: many years later.

People in Interstellar don't know why Chairman Mao has such a big feud with the popular blogger on Xingwang.

Until an assistant accidentally overheard Chairman Mao's communication.

"If I don't kill you, I can't avenge my baldness!!!"

assistant:……? ?Bald, bald what?