The days of being a writer in a different world

Wenli casually typed the word "Chonglou" from Cheng Chen's original book into the search bar, pressed Enter, and many results popped up quickly.There is a striking red logo in front of the top row. The logo is in the shape of a flower, and inside is a deformed ancient character.Cheng Chen identified it, and it seemed to be similar to the word "Ling" in official script.

The first thing that follows is the title of the article "Chonglou", followed by the author and a brief introduction of the content.A small one, very concise.As for the dozens of pieces of information that follow, there is no logo in front of it, and the title of the book is not "Chonglou", but there are also related information. Either the introduction contains the word "Chonglou", or the author's name is simply "Chonglou".

Wenli pointed to the bright "little red flower" on the screen and said: "This is the spiritual symbol, which means that this article has been enlightened and has not been annihilated."

He clicked on "Chonglou", and there were tabular data inside.

At the beginning is the preface: preface 72.

Followed by the date of completion of the book and a series of complex data, there is a row of gray buttons.

Cheng Chen's heart skipped a beat, isn't this the same as the number he recorded on the spiritual patient card?

Wen Li clicked on the ordinal number with the mouse, and said: "The last digit of the preface represents the total number of people who have been enlightened by this original book so far. The ordinal number of this book is considered small, and it is still an old book from the Republic of China. But my grandfather said that the preface has many enlightenments. There are many people, but the preface is not necessarily a good book, and some famous books have few people who enlighten the soul, but all of them are very talented. Like you, don’t you have the gift of memory!”

Zhe Zong was a little unconvinced, and said loudly: "Not necessarily! The original book has more than 2000 prefaces now, and I heard that it is about to be selected into the "Century-Hundred Classics". Of those masterpieces, which one doesn't have tens of thousands of prefaces. Pu Songling's "Wolf" by He Teacher's Club has more than 5 prefaces for hundreds of years! It's still a short story with no characters. A masterpiece through the ages, a masterpiece, you know?"

Cheng Chen tried it out on "Souwen" and was overjoyed: It really is a good thing, very good, very good!

He humbly asked, "Then what's going on with these dark red 'spiritual signs' texts?"

Wenli glanced at it and said: "Some are handed down from ancient times, and the original books can't be found. Some of the vitality of the text has reached its peak, and it can no longer enlighten the spirit. In short, it is the 'annihilation' spiritual book. These can be found in the There is a trace in history, some ancient spiritual texts have not even been handed down, and that is the real demise."

"The spiritual book will still be 'annihilated'?" Cheng Chen asked curiously.

"That is, if the spiritual book will not be annihilated, and one can be handed down forever and used forever, why write a new book? How long can the ancestor's book be used for a lifetime, and modern literati can switch to selling cooking cakes!"

After all, Zhe Xiaopang is a semi-professional, and he came from a publishing family, so he made one set after another.

"'Soushu'.com is under the Bureau of Cultural Examination, and the government background is related to the copyright of literati. It has set up a spiritual library and imported spiritual books that have been recorded since ancient times. It has used student volunteers from several prestigious schools and spent nearly ten years. Years! Recently, even translations of foreign spiritual books have been built. Is this website not easy to use?

Eddy Press, when reviewing manuscripts in the past, publications had to go to the review bureau for review, that's called running to death!Where can manual review go?Some people haven't passed the trial for more than a year! "

Wen Li also interjected: "That's right! Computers are a major trend in modern development. It's so convenient and fast to search for articles and register copyrights with just a click of a mouse. We should go a step further and review them directly online for everyone's convenience. For old things like my grandfather, Oppose this and that all day long. I heard from my second uncle that the copyright review of non-spiritual texts has already been implemented, and new regulations may come out in a few days.

Now the computer is too expensive, and the promotion is too slow. Our students in group B should be able to afford it at home, but most people can afford tens of thousands, who can afford it.well!Right now, key government websites like 'Souwen' are easy to use, and others are not fun, and you have to climb over the wall to see old beautiful websites, which is troublesome! "

The second uncle of Wenli was in the Civil Examination Bureau, and he always knew the inside information early, and he was also interested in computers, so Mr. Zhe said he was an expert.

"With 'Souwen', I haven't heard of Wen Ling's backlash all these years." Mr. Zhe sighed in relief.

"Before there was no literary examination bureau and no Internet, ancient literati were also dangerous occupations! Just in case one day you accidentally step on a thunder." Wenli also sighed.

"It's so scary. It's very rare for literary spirits to backlash. As for the "scourge" of literati written in that ancient book, how many years have there been such an unlucky one! Most of them are self-inflicted and trying to take advantage of it."

The Zhe Zong boy pretended to be old-fashioned, looked at the computer-obsessed arts and sciences, shook his head, and said on his face - hopeless; glanced at the dumb boy with glasses, and shook his head again; turned his head to look at the so-called "book sweeper", and smiled With a simple and honest face, he looked longingly at the big man on Sowen.com, finally nodded, and said gratifiedly: "Young man, you are looking at the sky at night, we are still looking at the hope of being a bit of a literati, come on! "

Cheng Chen nodded vigorously, and held Xiaopang's hand: "I will try my best!" I will definitely do evil carefully, practice the truth, and try not to be punished by God!

A group of people were laughing and laughing, and went to lunch together.

The buffet was as delicious as ever, and since the seniors on duty last time discouraged waste, Zhe Zong has also restrained himself a bit.Occasionally, he couldn't help but take more, and tacitly let the big guy handle it. Cheng Chen naturally packed it and handed it to Lin Liangyu quietly.

Packing is probably an unspoken rule that cannot be put on the table. Senior Lin also works quietly and never makes a fuss.

Cannibalism is short-tempered, but senior Lin's attitude towards them is getting better and better. Sometimes he discusses with the chef, and occasionally hides a few braised beef, and waits for the boss to eat after class.Zhezong was greatly moved by it, he didn't expect the senior to be such a kind and helpful person!

It's just logical to say that after eating such a small stove with a lot of fish and meat for so many days, it should grow some meat, right?But this senior Lin was getting thinner and paler.I don't know where the food I ate went.The girls' eyes are red with envy, and they can't wait to drag him to ask him the secret of losing weight!

"Hmph! No matter how much you eat, you won't gain weight. Isn't he sick?!" Yu Lisi was very unwilling. Her mother paid attention to her body shape and posture since she was a child, and she had to ask the nutritionist to order everything she ate.I thought that I would be able to get out of the sea of ​​suffering after going to school, and eat whatever I wanted, but I didn't expect... my mother actually handed over all the important points listed by the nutritionist to the life teacher, 47 items!

Mamma Mia!There are eyeliners staring at a buffet!

"You don't understand this. What brand is Longchuan? Catering is the most important thing. If we eat something bad, can they take responsibility?" Wenli said while scanning the plate, "Don't talk about the chef. , waiter, and even those seniors who work-study programs have to undergo regular physical examinations, how dare you run here if you are sick?"

Just as he was speaking, there was an exclamation from the crowd.Not far from their dining table, Lin Liangyu they were talking about suddenly fell down.

"Ouch! What's wrong, this is it."

"Hold on, hurry to the infirmary."

Yu Lisi exclaimed: "This must be sick! Look at him so thin, his face is pale, and he has fainted."

Amidst the whispers among the crowd, everyone hastily finished their meal in a dull manner, and the curious Zhezong had already gone to inquire about the news.

"Mada (it's okay), it's anemia." When Zhe Zong came back, his lunch break was almost over, and he whispered again: "It doesn't look right, there are many pinholes on his arms, so you can't let anyone see them. I saw it secretly!"

"Did he... take drugs? Sell blood?" Wenli asked curiously.

"Impossible." Liu Hai held up a small note.

"Yeah, it's not like taking drugs. Selling blood is possible." Mr. Zhe scratched his head and said, "Hey! No, the grades in Group A are very good. Those who have scholarships and work-study places are even better. More money. Students have to be transferred to enroll, and it’s not possible to come from any messy family background.”

After thinking about it for a while, I didn't have a clue, and then I threw my hands away. After all, this senior is not that familiar with them.

Cheng Chen didn't say a word, but planned to visit this senior who fainted from anemia after class. He was a "packing" acquaintance, and he was a nice person, so he could help if he could.

Anemia, hmm!

The school supermarket bought a large bag of dried red dates, a few bags of dried fruit like wolfberry and longan, and picked some seasonal fruits. Cheng Chen carried the things to the medical room.

Longchuan's medical room is said to be a medical room, but it actually occupies a small building, which is almost like a community hospital. It is especially good at emergency and trauma first-time visits.

Lin Liangyu was lying pale in the single medical room on the third floor. When Cheng Chen entered, he was staring out the window blankly, not knowing what to think.

"How is your health? Are you okay?" Cheng Chen pulled a chair and sat beside the bed, took out an apple, searched around, and asked, "Is there a knife? Can you peel an apple?"

Lin Liangyu turned his head slowly, and it took a long time before he raised his finger to point to the bedside table.

Cheng Chen took out a fruit knife and carefully peeled the apples. The apple skins were obediently connected into a long and even slender strip, hanging down.

He doesn't particularly care about other people's private affairs, the relationship between them is as shallow as this peel, and he pays attention to the other person's physical condition, that's all.

Lin Liangyu silently watched the apple slowly reveal its pale yellow flesh, and suddenly said in a low voice, "It's just anemia. I didn't do anything bad, and I didn't sell blood. I know he saw it."

He slowly rolled up his sleeves, and there were more than a dozen needle holes on each of his pale and thin arms. The scars were of different shades, and some of them were obviously pierced recently.

"I have a younger sister who is about the same age as him." Lin Liangyu said in a low voice, but his voice sounded hollow and numb as if it came from far away.

Cheng Chen lowered his head and continued to peel apples, his brows gradually frowned, he knew that the "he" Lin Liangyu said was referring to Zhe Wanyi, the little fat man.

"... She was born as a very small meat ball, pink, unable to open her eyes, and unable to cry. Of course, this is the case for children who have not been enlightened. But my sister is very cute, and her fingers The toes are like little pink shells, and they lie there motionless, like dolls."

He raised his eyes, looked straight at Cheng Chen, and asked, "Where did you live before enlightenment?"