Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

"Yes."

Sang Wen nodded, and quietly observed this person secretly.

"That……"

Before the soldier finished speaking, a person came out from behind the soldier.

This man looked thorny, stood at the door and looked around a few times, clicked his tongue twice in dissatisfaction, and strode directly into the bedroom.

Obviously, Sang Wenwen and Yuan Cang were standing at the door, he was about to squeeze in in a daze, but bumped into Yuan Cang hard.

Sang Wen embraced Yuan Cang, frowned, and heard Tu Baba's voice in the living room.

"Hey hey?! Who are you?"

"Aren't you my brother's roommate? My brother Zhou Wenli." The stabbing head chuckled twice, "This is still my brother's dormitory, why can't I go in?"

Sang Wen raised his eyes and nodded to the soldier: "You come in first."

"Zhou Wenli doesn't live here now." Tu Baba hasn't mentioned Zhou Wenli's name for a long time, and it's a bit awkward to mention it so suddenly, "He went to the Federal Chinese Character Deciphering Office to organize...space voyage... "

Tu Baba's voice slowed down.

Not because of anything else, but because of seeing the soldier's uniform.

That is the uniform of the Federation Space Fleet.

Tu Baba recognized it, but was still a little confused: "What's the matter? The expedition ended so soon? Isn't it only a few months? A sailing expedition like this takes three or four years instead of seven or eight years." year!"

"we are very sorry."

The soldier fell silent for a moment.

"We have been to Mr Zhou Wenli's house before, but his parents did not accept it.

So we thought, maybe his friends would be willing to take it. "

The soldier took out a black-lacquered metal box: "...Unfortunately, I didn't find any close friends with Mr. Zhou Wenli, so I came to his dormitory."

"Accept what?"

Tu Baba was stunned: "Is he still willing to share his achievements with the army? This is not Zhou Wenli's temperament!"

From the first time he saw the soldier, Sang Wen had always looked at the soldier's expression.

Heavy, sorry, sad.

These emotions condensed on the faces of the soldiers.

A strong bad premonition came to Sang Wen's heart.

"Receive his... relic."

The soldier spoke.

Tu Baba was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Ha! What??"

Then the thinking stopped.

In a trance, it seems that many colors appeared in the mind, and these colors gathered into bundles and exploded in the brain.

There is no way to think at this moment.

It wasn't until Tu Baba recovered his voice that he realized that he was already dumb: "Relic...relic?"

"The body... was nowhere to be found in the intense explosion... This thing is in the backpack of the battleship."

Sanwen was silent for a while.

The soldier looked at this student who was only a sophomore, wondering what was going on in his dark eyes.

What are you thinking about?

Sang Wen remembered that day, Zhou Wenli was sitting in front of him crying.

He cried very ugly, and he didn't look like a little nobleman or a little prince.

The more you cry, the uglier you become, the uglier you cry, the more you cry, "I write better than civilization!" "I want to defeat civilization!" "I'm much better than civilization!".

At that time, Sangwen was sitting there, looking at him dumbfounded.

He spoke again, his voice low and harsh.

Yuan Cang was beside him, holding Sang Wen's fingers tightly.

"He's only 19 years old."

Sangwen looked into the soldier's eyes, without paying any attention to the box in his hand: "He is only 19 years old."

His volume suddenly increased: "What is accidental death?"

"What do you mean no body can be found? What do you mean no ashes are left?"

Sanwen asked.

"I didn't see any news notifications. Who sent you? Do you know how espionage is dealt with?!"

His brows were sharp. At this moment, he really didn't look like a gentle and elegant professor, just like a sad traveler.

"There is no news...the higher-ups want to call out the results...and don't cause panic."

The soldier was shocked by Sangwen's attitude, he never thought that a student's eyes were so terrifying.

The soldier lowered his eyes, avoiding Sangwen's gaze.

He explained.

"The fleet had an accident. It just arrived on the ancient earth. It wasn't long before the end of personal activities. The unified investigation has not yet started...

For unknown reasons, the serial explosions of the fleet were triggered.Fleet officers, soldiers, scholars, researchers...a total of 590 people..."

"……die."

The stabbing head next to him has been watching the excitement.

He stood not far from Li Bai, and asked Li Bai: "Hey! Which is my brother's room? I want all the broken things in his broken box, but my brother has several very cool models!"

"Why else should I come here with this big brother?! Hurry up, I got the model so I can go! Which room, you are talking!"

Li Bai raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

His eyes were gloomy, as if looking at a dead person.

"You, what's your attitude... you're insane..." Sting Tou muttered, after all, he became a little quieter.

Sang Win still did not accept this fact.

"He's only 19. He's a child himself, with almost 500 years to live."

Military luggage: "Sorry."

"His life is just beginning."

The soldier saluted: "I'm very sorry, please express your condolences."

"He has done a lot of bad things, many wrong things. He should apologize and correct himself. He is only 19 years old. 19 years old." Sangwen stepped forward, looked at the box in the soldier's hand, and lowered his voice, "You know what a 19-year-old is. concept?"

"He could have seen more. He could have experienced more. He could have learned more. He could have...become a better version of himself."

"As long as he lives."

The soldier sighed.

He also didn't understand why this Zhou Wenli was so unique.Sending relics home, family members feel ashamed, so they don't want it at all.

When they were sent to the dormitory, the coercion of the roommates almost overwhelmed their teachers.

He could only say: "I have already notified the relevant leaders of the Federal Academy."

"...Leave it to us."

Sanwen stretched out his hands.

"Hey? What are you doing?"

Stinghead jumped over and snatched the box that the soldier was about to hand over to Sang Wen.

He held up the box and dangled: "My family doesn't recognize my brother, it's our business. I just came here to get the model! Who are you! What right do you have to take his things?"

"Don't recognize him?" Sang Wen repeated, with stormy eyes.

"Because of what?"

"You know how many people he lost before he left!" Stingtou rolled his eyes, "My dad put him in the fleet because he wanted him to come back with merit! Now he's being dragged into this mess Li, bad luck is not bad luck!"

"You are not allowed to take his things! Even if he dies, we don't want his belongings, he is also Zhou's family, and his family's things are also Zhou's things!"

The more he talked, the happier he became: "It's none of your business!"

"Hey."

Li Bai, who had been standing in the corner, suddenly got up and walked over.

As he walked towards the thorn head, he directly raised his hand and shook it.

A long sword appeared directly out of thin air, with a three-foot blade, the blade was like autumn frost, and it seemed to have the sound of a dragon.

Li Bai stood still, didn't say a word, just waved his hand.The tip of the sword pointed directly at the throat of the stabbing head.

The stabbing head was too frightened to move.

In the next second, I felt a pain in my throat.

The long sword is too sharp, even a slight touch can hurt people.

Li Bai held the sword very steadily, watching the man's throat being cut with a shallow gash, watching the blood slowly seep out.

The soldiers next to me couldn't even close their jaws.He still looked terrified, but what was terrified didn't seem to be the stabbing injury.

He wanted to speak, but Li Bai glanced over and shut his mouth.

"give him."

Li Bai raised his eyebrows and spoke with a cold expression.

Sangwen was holding the black lacquered metal box.

Like holding an urn.

He really hoped that what he was holding was an urn, at least that might be a bit of evidence that Zhou Wenli had existed.

Now everything is like a dream.

No body was seen, just a message.

He never even saw his parents cry bitterly. His relics should have been held in the hands of his relatives for the rest of his life.

But it was held by Sangwen.

"I still don't believe it..."

Tu Baba finally murmured: "Zhou Wenli...he is so shameless! Why would he never give up those honors...how could he die..."

Then, Tu Baba rushed over and raised his hand to grab the soldier's collar: "Speak clearly! How could he die? He hasn't apologized to me yet! He sleeps in the middle of the night and makes a lot of noise! ​​He..."

Sangwen opened the box amidst the uproar.

Inside were a few crumpled and dirty pieces of paper.

He picked up the first one.

He only glanced at it, but stopped all his movements.

Then, he seemed to lose all his strength in an instant.Raising his head, he couldn't stop the moisture in his eyes.

in the eyes of all.

Sang Wen spoke Chinese.

"Don't you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky..." Sang Wen looked at the paper and read the words on it, "Rush to the sea and never return."

Li Bai raised his head suddenly, his eyes were burning, and the bottom of his eyes seemed to be red.

Sang Wen smiled bleakly, and his voice was hoarse: "Don't you see, Gaotang Mingjing's sad white hair..."

"...The morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow."

Tu Baba looked like he couldn't understand this series of Chinese.

And Li Bai stood there, the sword had already been dropped. "铛—" fell to the ground with a sound.

Sang Wen raised his hand and covered his eyes.

"...He really found it." Sangwen looked at the crumpled paper, which was clumsily written by a child's pencil.

The Chinese characters are big and fat, and the paper is also the most common homework paper.

This can be preserved for thousands of years, and this content can be read by Sangwen now.

How can it be?Unbelievable miracle?

The strings of reason tense, and Sangwin holds the paper.

"it is true."

He said so.

Still, they really are.

"...A song with Junge, please listen to me."

Sangwen paused for a moment as he looked at the not-so-pretty handwriting.

Looking at the box, he stroked it: "Zhou Wenli."

He says his name.

——Zhou Wenli.