The days of being a writer in a different world

Cheng Chen replied, "'Lingyuan', a nursing home."

Lin Liangyu murmured: "I really hate the tone of your group B: that's it, it's okay! Even if Lingyuan is not at the capital level, it is a nursing home that has been passed down for hundreds of years, and the annual maintenance costs are several Ten thousand.

Do you know how to take care of the children of the poor before they are born?The government will provide public welfare conservation for three years. After three years, if you still can’t enlighten your spirit and can’t afford to go to a nursing home, you will buy a conservation bucket, which is so high and so big…”

He gestured that he would probably be able to handle a three or four-year-old child.

"Connect a nutrient filter tube to the child's belly button, buy a bucket of nutrient base, and soak the child in the bucket, just like returning to the 'maternal body'. Hehehe!"

Lin Liangyu covered his face and laughed strangely, and said: "If you can't afford a better food base, the government also provides it for public welfare. That thing is green and mushy. If you plant a rapeseed, I guess it will Sprout! Of course, the child can't die if soaked in it, that is to say, he can live and take a breath.

The ancients described it so well: "...plant it in a bucket, stop the supply for a while, and stop the movement." '

In ancient times, if there were older children who could not awaken their spirits, wizards and shamans would throw them into sky burials.At least I can't die now, right? "

Cheng Chen paused, and stuffed the peeled apple into the patient's hand.Once again, I am glad that my second reincarnation technique is strong enough, I chose the right time, and I chose the right person.If it was soaked in a bucket and planted like this, it is estimated that it would not be possible to wait for him to reincarnate.

Lin Liangyu held the apple and didn't eat it, and continued to mutter, not knowing if he was speaking to Cheng Chen or to himself.

"If the children of the poor don't have good care, if they can't get their spirits up at the age of five or six, then all kinds of weird problems will come to them, such as connective syndrome, secretion disorders, Morsch syndrome...

My sister is almost nine years old this year, soaked in a bucket for more than four years, her whole body is as green as a frog, her belly is swollen, her limbs are dry, and her hair is about to fall out. Now she looks like a Halloween doll-typical Morsch syndrome.It is said that there is no cure for this kind of disease, it cannot be enlightened, and people will disappear within three to five years.However, the poor also have their own prescriptions for the poor. "

Lin Liangyu turned his head to the side and smiled softly, and said, "Guess what, what is it?"

Cheng Chen said softly: "Blood, blood of relatives."

"You're so smart." Senior Lin nodded, looked at the pores on his arm, and said, "A year ago, I pumped one or two hundred milliliters every month and added special medicine, which can be kept for a while when mixed in the nourishment base. Gradually, the effect became less obvious. By this month, I had drawn [-] milliliters of blood, and her condition inevitably deteriorated."

Cheng Chen felt something stuck in his throat, felt a little uncomfortable, and couldn't speak.

When he woke up from this world, even if he had no relatives to love him, he still had no worries about food and clothing, and went to the best school.Never thought that in this world, there would be such a miserable life.

"I study hard because I want to enter the writing class earlier. If I can write a spiritual text, I can wake up my sister. The spiritual connection between relatives is much stronger than other people's works. Now...

Thank you for helping me pack so many goodies. "Lin Liangyu said softly: "I can only do this. 'Although all things have spirits, the world is not benevolent nor merciless. '"

He covered his face, tears slowly oozing from between trembling fingers.

After returning from visiting Senior Lin, Cheng Chen felt a little sluggish, and couldn't even arouse interest in reading. He always felt that something was clogging his chest, and he really wanted to take a few deep breaths.

"...Today is the last Chinese class of this semester. The teacher has a surprise for everyone. Students, guess what kind of surprise it will be?" Teacher He stood in the classroom with a smile, dressed very formally today, There was also light makeup on her face.

"Would you like to hang out together?"

"Everyone is given a book written by Teacher He?"

"No need to do winter vacation homework!" Wang Chengguang cheered excitedly. His Chinese scores have always been among the best—the bottom one.

Teacher He looked at him and smiled: "The students guessed wrong. Wang Chengguang, in order to strengthen your sensibility for words, the teacher specially assigned excerpts, reading and writing homework for you. No other students have it. You are the most special!"

"Ah! Don't..." Wang Chengguang called the curtain call amidst screams.

"Okay, today the teacher really wants to take everyone out, but it's not a group play."

A mysterious smile appeared on Teacher He's face, and he said in a low voice: "Apart from your own enlightenment, have you ever gone to the Enlightenment Hall to watch the enlightenment ceremony?"

"Wow!"

The classmates were shocked and cheered excitedly in unison.

The mysterious, solemn, great and extraordinary enlightenment in the legend!When you awaken your own spirit, you know a beep when you awaken your own spirit—ah!His eyes have only just been opened, he can't speak, and he has to learn to eat, drink, and scatter!

Cheng Chen, who pretended to be tender, was a little agitated.

"Want to go?"

"think!!"

Long Chuan is indeed powerful, and the school has its own affiliated Spiritual Enlightenment Hall.

It is said that many teachers in the liberal arts department have the original books of enlightenment, there are as few as one or two, and as many as three or five.It’s just that the qualifications of most teachers to write essays are really mediocre, and the level of the original book is relatively low, not to mention “state news and county level”, and there are not many “township knowledge”, basically at the level of “village knowledge”, enlightening the spirit of seventeen or eighteen People will be spiritually exhausted, exhausted and annihilated, and can only turn out physical books for readers' entertainment.

Because there is little hope for development on the literary road, these teachers' main majors are education.

There are also those who are ambitious and single-minded in writing, and the teaching position is only used as a temporary source of life and a springboard.There may be such people in Longchuan, but there are definitely not many. At least Cheng Chen has never seen a perfunctory teaching job. Longchuan's century-old prestigious school attaches great importance to teaching core, and it is impossible to pass without focusing on teaching.

Teacher He's first and only original book, titled "Light Lotus", was painstakingly written by her in college.When I first finished writing, I was not able to enlighten my soul. I spent more than two years accumulating materials and revising the manuscript several times. After No. 14 drafts, I finally got spiritual inspiration and the article enlightened me.

Teacher He said that at that time, she cried and laughed with the manuscript for a whole day, and she was in a trance.It was only the next day that I remembered to go to the Cultural Examination Bureau to file for registration.Then, under the arrangement of the Spiritual Enlightenment Bureau, they entered the Spiritual Enlightenment Hall to enlighten the spirits of the children.

It's a pity that this autobiographical "Light Lotus" has only inspired five young children, and it has not brought any spiritual endowment.When the last child was enlightened, the aura in the original book of the article was already on and off, and it was about to disappear.

Because of this, He Wan regretfully gave up her dream of full-time writing and became a Chinese teacher in Longchuan.

"...So, this enlightenment is the teacher himself using the original book to enlighten the spirit, but it may also be the last enlightenment of this book." Teacher He was a little sad, but soon cheered up and encouraged the children earnestly They: "Like a teacher, without a good literary talent, through hard work, you may be able to write a spiritual book. But in any case, it is impossible to catch up with those literati who are gifted with spirituality. What they write casually may be 'lasting fame' level spiritual book.

The teacher said this, not to discourage everyone, or to say that those who are not talented do not need to learn to write.Instead, I want everyone to cherish their talents, especially literary talents, while working hard.Genius belongs to 90.00% sweat and [-]% inspiration. If you have talent, don't waste it and trample it, but pour it with sweat, so that you can live up to God's gift.

'Heaven and God take it, but you will be blamed', the teacher hopes that everyone can become useful talents instead of 'hurting Zhongyong'. "

Seeing the children's innocent and excited smiles, He Wan couldn't help curling the corners of her mouth.

The Spiritual Revelation Hall in Longchuan was a little far away. Teacher He made an appointment with the school's electric small party, and quickly dragged a class of twenty or so children to the Spiritual Revelation Hall.

The pavilion is very spectacular, with Tang-style stone-based wooden columns, stable in shape, solemn and solemn.It occupies a huge area, and under the cover of trees, the top can hardly be seen.Cheng Chen looked at it. Compared with the Jinding Qiling Pavilion Pavilion of Lingyuan, the beauty of shape has its own advantages, but it is indeed superior in momentum.

Wang Chengguang stared at the plaque in front of the hall and studied for a long time, suddenly realized, and read aloud: "Even what pavilion!"

The classmates laughed, and this guy recognized two of them with just three characters.

Teacher He nodded and praised: "That's right, Wang Chengguang can even recognize two official scripts. 'Lianbi Pavilion', 'Lian' Tong' Lian', Bi is a kind of beautiful jade, 'Lianbi' takes whichever' The meaning of "talented and beautiful". Our "Lianbi Pavilion" in Longchuan is also very famous in Lizhou, and many of you have visited..."

Just as he was speaking, the main door of the pavilion suddenly opened wide, and a group of strong men quickly walked out from the door, neatly lined up on both sides, and even a few quickly ran around to stand vigilantly.A middle-aged man who looked like a team leader hurried over and said to Teacher He, "Teacher He Wanhe?"

"it's me."

"Please take your students to the side to avoid it. Master Cheng was delayed for a while just now, and there is some conflict with your arrangement. I hope you understand. It will end soon, and you will be delayed for about 1015 minutes."

"Of course, yes. I will take care of the children." He Wan nodded quickly, and quietly took the children aside.

Mr. Zhe winked and whispered to his companions: "Did you hear me, Master Cheng!"

"Could it be Cheng Yuanshan, master Cheng who wrote "Far Mountain"?" Wenli guessed, very excited.For a while, my grandfather loved to read "Far Mountain" repeatedly all day long, saying that it was a "rising star" and "a formidable young man"!His ears were callused, and he was very curious about this Master Cheng.

Cheng Chen was also a little curious, seeing "Master" for the first time when he woke up, he was still alive, so fresh!

After waiting for five or six minutes, someone finally came out from the main entrance.There were five or six people in a group, and the leader was a young man in his thirties, with gray hair reaching his shoulders and a thin figure.He was wearing a long robe, and his steps were big and fast, with the corners of his robe raised violently, giving him a sassy aura.

His brows were clear and his eyes were particularly bright. He glanced at the children and nodded slightly to Teacher He.

"It's amazing! Do you think that Master Cheng's eyes are charged with electricity, and it's lightning, swish! Such a sweep, wow!" Yu Lisi exclaimed, gestured to her face, and her little face turned red.

"Okay, don't be an idiot, I didn't see Principal Li accompanying me!" Mr. Zhe sneered, then turned his head and said to Cheng Chen, "See Mu? Master, Jie Fan, Jie Qi, isn't it amazing? It’s surrounded by a bunch of people all day long, and it’s hard to be a ‘national treasure’!”

"You think too much, you have to be qualified to be a 'National Treasure', and you have to write the spiritual text of 'Zhou Wenxian Da' to be assigned as a bodyguard. To be like Master Cheng, you must at least have the 'Zhen Guo Ming Mansion'! "Wenli watched the master go away with a dazed gaze, and sighed.He estimated that he would not be able to achieve his grandfather's dream in this life.

The author has something to say: The level of the spiritual text has been broken by myself, and I also refer to my mother's "The Supreme Confucianism and Taoism".