Those who can read are writers [Interstellar]

When you are in the middle of time, you often don't feel how quickly time passes.

Day by day, day by day, while you are running, time passes like this.

Only when everything stops for a while, will I suddenly turn around and find that I have traveled so far.

It's already evening.

"See you, Editor-in-Chief Sang! We will have a meeting tomorrow at ten o'clock for the front page, don't forget!"

"See you tomorrow, editor-in-chief! Be careful on the road!"

"Editor-in-chief, remember to read the article I sent you! Wow, I just cried!"

When Sang Wen walked out from the editorial office of "Far Away", he looked at the afterglow in the sky and the large crowd of people marching and demonstrating not far away.

With the assistance of the police force, those people walked through the streets in an orderly and mighty manner. Each of them had an expression of extreme anger but restraint on their faces.

They held up banners, and the slogans written on them were fierce.

[Search and suppress!Thorough investigation!Return the books to the people!Return spiritual power to the people! 】

【If knowledge is not equal!How can the Federation be equal! 】

[All nobles must be punished with crimes!The straw that broke the camel's back was not the last!It's every root! 】

20 years have passed.

Sangwin watched the people come and go.

He lowered his head and adjusted his cuffs slightly, and nodded his greetings to an old gentleman passing by with a gentle expression.

The old man smiled at him with a kind face, only thinking that this young man was good everywhere.

Tall, with a clear and handsome face, the jade tree faces the wind.

She is full of elegant and bookish air, and her temperament is restrained and gentle, giving people the impression that she is very friendly and intimate.

In addition, this person had just walked out of the government building, so it looked like he had just finished his day's work.

oops.The old man sighed.

What a good young man who dedicated himself to the Federation!

Naturally, the old man did not see the glimmer of light in the black eyes of this good young man in his mind when he watched the parade going away.

20 years.

"I just came back from the battleship!" Yanbei rushed over, paused in front of Sang Xiaowen, and stopped directly.

Yanbei is no longer like when he was young, he would not be able to distinguish the difference between his name and No.1, he would use his name instead of "I", and he would call himself "beibei" one by one.

But he still had the same happy smile on his face, as if nothing had changed in him in the past 20 years: "I want to see you right away!"

"If it wasn't for the battleship not allowing the accompanying soldiers to bring any living objects, I should have taken you there."

When Yanbei was talking about you at this time, did he mean Sang Xiaowen?But he still glanced at the pot of bright red flowers on the windowsill.

Sang Xiaowen followed his gaze, saw the potted flower, and remembered the so-called "Flower Fairy", with a deeper smile in his eyes.

In fact, it does not live as long as 20 years.

It's just that Sang Xiaowen has been learning to control his mental power, and as his mental power continues to grow, he tries to pour his mental power into the flower.

Not only did she learn to use her mental power to maintain a growth rate similar to that of a human being, but after a few attempts, she was able to successfully maintain the life of that potted flower.

That flower has been living like this.

She remembered the complicated and thoughtful expression on her father's face when she told her about her successful infusion of spiritual power into her life.

Sang Win did think a lot at that moment.

Just like Li Bai can directly transform the existing mental power into a three-foot green spear out of thin air, the level of mental power that Chinese characters can manipulate is much higher than that of humans.

In the field of spiritual power, they are the real masters.

Sang Xiaowen standing in front of Yanbei is already a beautiful big girl, with a charming smile and beautiful eyes.

Facing Shang Yanbei's eyes, she could see the joy and ridicule in his eyes.

"You don't believe it yourself." She sighed lightly.

Yanbei was silent for a while.

He was dressed straight and straight in a military uniform.The mature edges and corners in his face have already determined that he is not the child he used to be.

Only children will always believe in fairy tales, believe in the real existence of flower fairies in the world, and believe in the potted flowers on the windowsill of their home, and they will transform into a beautiful and lovely little girl in red skirt.

That little girl is the Flower Fairy.

And when they grow up, children also become adults and understand many facts and truths.

I understand that the so-called flower fairy is just a story, and I understand that the little girl who always comes to play with me must have a deeper identity and story.

All Yanbei has been doing is playing dumb.

But now after Sang Xiaowen told the truth about this matter, he was a little at a loss.

It doesn't look like the dream lover of many girls who just received the fleet commendation, just like the little kid who was so flustered and overwhelmed because his father wronged him for wetting the bed.

"If you refuse to say..." Yanbei still spoke.

The sound is firm and powerful.

"I would never ask."

He emphasized again: "The eternity I am talking about is my whole life. Every day I can live, I will not ask."

The military uniform makes him upright, but his childhood sweetheart of 20 years makes Sang Xiaowen a little strange to Yanbei in military uniform at this moment.

She didn't know what she was thinking, and her mind was a little messed up.

For a while, I want to be angry with Yanbei, angry that since he joined the army, he has always said "every day I can live" and "while I am alive"; Obviously in the blink of an eye, why did that naughty child disappear, and only Yanbei who was so irritating was left for her.

"I'll tell you!"

Sang Xiaowen wiped his eyes, turned his back, and remembered what his father said: "Although it is not now, it will definitely not be far away!"

"Where are we going next?"

Yuan Cang saw that Sang Wen had changed out of the clothes he wore when he was working in the editorial department, but instead of changing into home clothes, he went to get a more formal dress, so he asked this question.

Sang Wen raised his hand and tugged at the collar.

"Go to see the chief." After he finished speaking, he tilted his head, just in time to meet Yuan Cang's eyes.

Yuan Cang grew up with him.

The face has faded from the immaturity it once had, and also faded from the magnificent youthful look.

The clear coldness remained, and when he was not smiling, the people he looked at always held their breath when he rolled his eyes.

It's true that he doesn't like to laugh, but in front of Sang Wen, the smile on the corners of his lips and the smile in his eyes never stopped.

"To see him again..." Yuan Cang muttered, raised his hand, and took over Sang Wen's job of tying the tie.

While he was busy, he whispered: "I agreed to go to bed early today, so I can have a good rest, and now I have something to do."

"I knew that the promise you gave me before going to work in the morning was just to coax me at the dinner table."

"See if I will be deceived by you again..."

"I didn't lie to you." Sang Wen didn't like to use the word cheat in his relationship with Yuan Cang. He lowered his eyes and saw Yuan Cang's slightly trembling eyelashes.

"When I promised you, I really did it wholeheartedly."

Yuan Cang raised his head and glanced at him.

Sang Wen pursed the corners of his lips: "But when something happens, it will..."

"You always make sense." Yuan Cang helped him tie his tie, sighed, and patted his chest lightly, "Let's go."

He turned around to pack his things, and Sang Wen stood where he was, pressing his fingertips on the chest that Yuan Cang had just patted.

Looking at Yuan Cang's back, he froze there, not knowing what to think.

The top floor of the Federal Pentagon.

Kenting's conference room.

Kenting turned on the virtual light screen.

He has been with Sangwen a lot, and he treats Sangwen like he treats his nephew who has an infinitely bright future. He is always worried and wants to help pave the way so that Sangwen can concentrate on writing.

But the current situation is uncontrollable and chaotic.

The three clearly saw what Kenting displayed on the virtual light screen.

[Go to your literature usefulness theory!Are you still living in the Age of Empires?My hand writes my text to express my feelings, it is useful as long as I like it!Is it your turn to gossip here, a goblin? ! 】

[Mr. Benjer's tour calls for six speeches! !Please treat the improvement of spiritual power by reading literature and the usefulness of literature separately...]

[The petition of the 590 people who died for the first voyage of the ancient earth.

Hello, after the moment of silence, please sign your name here...

Our offline commemorative activities will meet you at the same old time and place. The activities include: Central Star government office parade, consolation to imperial criminal prisons, group recitation and collective reading of "Flower", "I Opened My Eyes" and "Short Letters Written by a Four-Year-Old Daughter" Sentence" and so on...]

[Why not search and suppress the private property of the imperial family and nobles!They lied to us for so many years with blood theory!We want a truth! 】

[Severely punish the empire!The original sentence of the Supreme Court was far from enough! 】

[The former nobles should be driven out of the federal political power center! 】

After Sang Wenwen and Yuan Cang took a rough look at the content on the virtual light screen, Kenting gave a wry smile and spoke.

"Actually, when you came to me, I had already foreseen this chaotic situation.

But I just didn't expect it to be so grandiose and exaggerated. "

"You have more than a dozen papers and reports, and you strongly demand that the results discovered by the New Human Spiritual Power Research Society in Haixixi be announced to the entire Federation at that time."

Kenting recalled the scene 20 years ago, and it was really vivid.

He didn't understand why at that time, Sang Wen, a 19-year-old sophomore student, had the guts to contact Hai Xixi directly——

Ask to see the Federal Chancellor.

Before that, Kenting's impression of Sangwen was that he was an extremely talented child in literature.After meeting and reading various analysis reports of Sangwen, he knew that he must not look at him like a child.

"Announcing to the entire universe, the entire interstellar age—the fact that the literariness of reading works can directly affect the fact that the spiritual power that grows steadily. It was still a bit too risky at the time."

Kenting let out a long sigh: "Stability is..."

"Stability is the harbinger of death." Sangwen took his words.

With slender fingers, he paused lightly on the armrest, and raised his head to look at the various speeches constantly brushing across the virtual light screen.

"I used to always think that steady and slow would be the best."

Sangwen shook his head: "But we think so. The purpose of our slowness is to prevent the people from being harmed."

"We think so, our enemies don't."

Kent couldn't understand this truth.

Otherwise, how could he have agreed to the move that seemed so crazy and risky back then?

"This is the most chaotic era, and it will also be the freest and best era." Sangwen looked into Kenting's eyes, "We will pass this era, and future generations will thank us with their lives."

Therefore, you must not take a half-step back.

The two of them met their eyes, and in each other's eyes, they saw what they wanted.

"Yuan Cang." Ken Ting said suddenly, and called Yuan Cang's name.

"I've been meaning to ask you for a while.

Want to come to the army? "

The author has something to say: Later people described the period of great change in that period of literature as follows:

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. ①

It was the most chaotic era, and it was the freest era.

That was the closest era to light.

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[Come back and catch a bug and feed it to the birds! 】

Several cuties said it was so sudden that it would be 20 years~ Don't worry! (Slap your chest!) I will write the results of 20 years!It's just because the past 20 years are boring and tiring, so I won't go through it with everyone~ Just let the big change of the era be refreshing qwq!

Sangwen rushed the duck!Hey little cuties!Duck!

① Adapted from Dickens' "A Tale of Two Cities" (I am small print)