Plane Small Bookstore [System]

When the sun is completely swallowed by the horizon, the deep silence of the night will swallow up the hustle and bustle of the world like a tide.Under the night, the Kaiming Bookstore is as silent as a lonely traveler.

There were no lights in the store.Through the bright moonlight overflowing from the window, Le Jing could barely see the faint outline of the bookstore.

Victor jumped down from the bookshelf, glanced at Le Jing and the others who surrounded Lu Miaomiao intently and held his breath, and yawned, his golden cat eyes shining in the dark night.He flicked his tail and looked curiously at Lu Miaomiao, who was in the middle with his eyes closed and thinking.

The door of the bookstore was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and Fitzgerald rushed in hurriedly, asking loudly, "Did I miss anything?"

"Shh!" Everyone except Lu Miaomiao turned their heads to stare at him, and made a silent gesture to him.Fitzgerald hastily covered his mouth, his sparkling blue eyes looked intently and expectantly at Lu Miaomiao who closed his eyes and said nothing.

For a while, the room was so quiet that everyone's breathing could be heard.

Ten seconds later, Lu Miaomiao opened her eyes, and there was a faint brilliance in them, and a light breath wrapped her body.

Her lips parted slightly: "The wind is coming."

In the closed bookstore, there was a slight breeze, and the wind spread around Lu Miaomiao, making the manuscripts on her desk rattle.

The wind blew across Le Jing's cheeks, just like the wind blowing willows with a cold face.He took a deep breath and smelled the faint fragrance of ink.

He stared at Lu Miaomiao intently, lest he missed any details.Of course Le Jing was not the only one who was so attentive.The three geniuses Xin Yuen, Sang Qing, and Fitzgerald also focused all their attention on Lu Miaomiao.

They were watching Lu Miaomiao's dream-weaving ceremony.

The story of the wolf boy Mowgli inspired her, and she created a new story with the wolf boy as the main character.

Inspired by the dream weaver's power, each completed story will emit a smell that humans cannot smell, only invisible things can smell.Every story has a different taste, and the intangible will only sign a contract with a work that smells good.

Invisible things, without a trace, no one knows where they come from, no one knows their social form.Just one day, they suddenly appeared in this world.They are formless and formless. After signing a contract with the dream weaver's works, under the guidance of the dream weaver, they will turn into all kinds of beings in the dream weaver's works.When readers open Dream Weaver's works, they will fall into a dream, and the whole person can enter the world where the works are located, and personally feel the author's feelings and thoughts in the works.

It has been half a year since he came to this world, and this is the first time that Le Jing has witnessed a complete dream-weaving ceremony.Because dream weaving is a very private matter for dream weavers, and it is not easy for people to watch it.Lejing and the others were able to come and watch because of Lu Miaomiao's permission.

Lu Miaomiao clenched the pen in her hand, slowly lifted it up, moved the nib flying in the air, and Qingyue's voice sounded again: "Please dream."

A little bit of light emerges from the area where her pen tip touches, like fireflies in the dark night.There are more and more shimmers, and they are connected together to form a cotton-like light cluster.

Lu Miaomiao stretched out her left hand and placed it under the light ball. In the dark and silent night, her face illuminated by the light ball looked solemn and holy.

She carefully held up the light cluster, as if she was holding up a small, newborn star.

She whispered, "Qimeng."

As soon as the words fell, the manuscripts on the desk suddenly flew up, and the manuscript papers were arranged in a concentric circle layer by layer, surrounding Lu Miaomiao inside.The sphere of light that had been sitting peacefully in Lu Miaomiao's palm suddenly began to move agitated, transforming into various shapes like plasticine.

Lu Miaomiao closed her eyes and smiled, a bright light spot suddenly appeared between her eyebrows. The moment the light spot appeared, the restless light cluster in her palm immediately settled down.

"Use my talent and spirit as an offering, and make a contract with the dream, is it possible?"

The burst of light from the light cluster can rival the brilliance of the sun and the moon in an instant.Le Jing closed his eyes subconsciously, shedding physiological tears.

When the light weakened and Le Jing opened his eyes, he saw strands of light emitting from the light cluster towards the light spot on Lu Miaomiao's forehead.After the last ray of light entered the center of Lu Miaomiao's eyebrows, she finally opened her eyes, with divine light in her eyes, her expression was awe-inspiring, like a god-man.

"Contract."

Then she pointed the tip of the pen at the sky and the earth, and sang in a low voice: "Dream weaving."

And the next moment, Le Jing saw the strange beauty that he would never forget in his life.

Beautiful and gorgeous like a dream.

A beam of light as thick as a pen refill continuously pierced through Lu Miaomiao's heart, like a meteor shower across the night, dragging its gorgeous long tail and drilling towards the manuscript paper floating in the air one after another.

All kinds of fantastic scenes emerged above Lu Miaomiao's head.Sometimes it is a pack of wolves howling at the moon, sometimes it is a vast forest, sometimes it is a street with endless streams, and sometimes it is a thousand people with thousands of faces and different moods.

A vast world was born.

Under the guidance of Lu Miaomiao, it grows into a wonderful unknown.

Le Jing watched all this in shock, his heart beating violently involuntarily.To use a vulgar adjective to describe it, at this moment he heard the sound of the gears of fate starting to turn.

He suddenly had a premonition.

He is witnessing the beginning of a great legend.

Whatever the content of the book, it will undoubtedly create a sensation.

This is a work that the historical George Orwell never wrote.Unknowingly, Lu Miaomiao surpassed herself, thereby breaking the shackles of fate and winning a temporary new future for herself.

History, rewritten from today.

Le Jing's sighing eyes swept over the faces with different expressions one by one, and great anticipation and curiosity surged in his heart.

He didn't know what changes his intervention would bring about, and he couldn't be sure whether the changes would be good or bad.

He didn't know what kind of future these monsters would create in this world.

Everything is unknown.

Everything takes time to test.

And that's the beauty of belonging to the future.

Because of the unknown, so looking forward to, so full of interest, so go all out.

Being able to watch this great golden age and be the creator of all legends, Le Jing felt that he was really a lucky man.

Le Ling's voice suddenly sounded in his mind: [Le Jing, a submission that meets your requirements has been detected on the website, do you want to read it? 】

The so-called website refers to a contribution website operated by Leling Architecture.

This website has only one function, which is to submit articles.Lejing promises to provide comprehensive writing assistance and guidance to those who are selected for submission.With Lu Miaomiao and others as positive examples, coupled with the operation and promotion of Leling, this website has achieved a certain degree of popularity around the world.In the two weeks since the site was up and running.Every day, manuscripts in different languages ​​from all over the world are accepted by the website.But after being screened by Le Ling, none of them met Le Jing's requirements.

This was the first time that Le Jing received a manuscript that met the requirements from Le Ling, and he couldn't help being curious about the content of the manuscript.

[The name of the manuscript is "The Third Passing", the author's name is Colin Dunn, from Latin America...]

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Colin Dunn is an old bookworm.

Books are the spiritual food he lives on.He can live without food for a day, but he cannot live without books for a day.But as he grows older, his tastes become more and more picky, and it is difficult to find books that suit his appetite.

He fell into a terrible literary famine.For this reason, he has read his favorite books countless times.Just after he complained to his friend about the quality of the new book many times, his friend gave him a suggestion that shocked him: "Since you can't find a book to read, why don't you just start writing the story you like?"

write a book? ?

Colin occasionally had such thoughts, but he always dismissed them quickly.

Just because he's read books for years doesn't mean he knows how to write.

He once tried to write some short stories in private, but he always failed halfway.Because no matter how he writes, he always feels that there is something missing in his works.He cannot describe his thoughts and feelings accurately in words.The works written in this way can't even satisfy him, so how can he impress others?

After hearing his doubts, his friend gave him a book and told him: "This is the translation of "Metamorphosis", which has been very popular in Huaguo recently. You must read it! I think the author used A new way of writing, which may inspire you."

Colin took the book home suspiciously.While lying in bed at night, he casually flipped through the book that his friend highly recommended to him.

Then he fell asleep until dawn.

He never thought that novels could be written like this!

So subversive, so incredible, so... wonderful!

He jumped off the bed excitedly, and walked back and forth in front of the desk: "If novels can be written like this, then so can I!"

He picked up the pen and began to write vigorously, all in one go.This is his first completed short story, which he titled "The Third Passing", and it tells the story of a little boy growing up in a coffin.After finishing writing, he nodded with satisfaction, and couldn't wait to send it to a friend, asking him to comment.

But my friend praised his novel full of praise, thinking that this writing method is novel and unique, "there is a sense of absurd and magical combination of myth and fable and reality".

"You should keep writing!" The friend encouraged: "I think you have talent, and you will be able to create better works in the future!"

Colin was a little hesitant: "I'm just writing casually, and my family has always wanted me to be a lawyer. I'm afraid I won't have time to create in the future..."

"Then stop being a lawyer and become a writer!" My friend said, "Isn't it good to be a full-time writer like Sang Qing, the author of "Metamorphosis?"

"...a writer? Me?" Colin felt absurdly ridiculous: "You think too highly of me. I just wrote a short story that I don't know how good or bad it is, and I'm far from being a writer! "

"Listen, if you want to know the level of your work, I can tell you a shortcut." The friend lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Just ask Sang Qing's agent!"

"Sang Qing's agent?"

"Yes, that's right, Sang Qing was unearthed, Lu Miaomiao, the author of "1984" and "Animal Farm", the legendary agent of Fitzgerald, the author of "Paradise on Earth", and the postmodernist painter Xin Yuen— Le Jing. He has a keen eye that is known all over the world. If it were him, he would definitely be able to see the value of your work at a glance!"

Colin froze for a moment.

Although he had never heard of Lejing, he was very familiar with the title of the book from his friend.He has read them all!Although not as attractive to him as "Metamorphosis", it is undeniable that they are all excellent works!

And these excellent writers were all excavated by one person?

That agent must be a great big shot!

"How could a big man like him read my manuscript? I mean, I can't get in touch with him at all."

The friend smiled, "I have good news for you!"

"This broker is calling for contributions from all over the world on his contribution website!"

"Why don't you submit your manuscript to him?"

Colin swallowed, his heart beating hard a few times.