The days of being a writer in a different world

The old doctor's heart moved, and he felt that the traitor was pitiful and pitiful, after all, he still had loved ones to care for him.He nodded slightly: "Healing the spirit is very simple, as long as you find a spiritual book above Mingfu level that can be spiritually compatible, and the master will read it for him personally, and the spirituality will benefit. If the spirituality is not compatible, no amount of spiritual books will be beneficial."

"Then how can we be considered spiritually compatible?" Cheng Chen felt that this small goal is not too difficult after producing a few spiritual books, but what is difficult is what is considered spiritually compatible?It is impossible to get [-] or [-] books, so try slowly?

The old gentleman looked at the sweaty and skinny man on the bed, then at the anxious young man, and sighed: "There are characters with similar temperaments, or similar situations, and those who can be touched can be compatible, but in fact, how can they be compatible? It still depends on the situation of Songwen. You will know when the time comes."

Shaking his head, he asked the waiter to pick up the suitcase and walk out the door, leaving a last sentence: I can do it myself.

Send away the kind old doctor and the waiter who is unwilling and keeps squinting.With great effort, Cheng Chen took off A Lang's sweaty clothes and stuffed them into the bed——Hey, why are you always taking off his clothes? !

He sat down at the desk with a black thread.

Recalling the first time I met this man, he sat silently in the garbage dump in the night, his green eyes glowing faintly, staring closely, as if he was a delicious big meaty bone.Then we meet again, and we persevere in chasing them with our lives, obviously irrational, but pounce on them at every turn, entangled like a boa constrictor at night...

Huh?If A Lang is a traitor, what he needs is the spiritual book, so in fact, this big sticky cake of his is the spiritual book in his bag? !And tonight, the spiritual book was sold, and his spiritual backlash recurred.

Thinking about it this way, it's quite reasonable and very logical, but his young master's mood suddenly changed!

Glaring bitterly at the idiot hiding under the covers, Cheng Chen resignedly took out a pen and paper, he was a stray dog ​​in a garbage dump that he had trampled in his previous life, and he is here to pay off the debt in this life? !

I checked Sowen.com and did the basic work well.After contemplating for a long time, he wrote the book that he felt when he met again——

The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

The foreigner's name is too long, um, let's decide happily!Really? Master An, let me change your Chinese name to An Tuo Wan.

By False?An Master

Although a bit smug, Cheng Chen, who has regained his 15-year-old status, thinks that it is appropriate for him to play the role of the handsome little prince.As for A Lang, at most he is just Erha, no matter how hard he can imagine the appearance of a little fox on his face.

He smiled quietly, writing and recalled the frightened first encounter in the garbage dump, the persistence squatting at the street corner, and the panic and anger when he found the guy picking up the car...

【look!Do you see the wheat fields over there?I don't eat bread, and wheat is of no use to me.I am indifferent to wheat fields.And this is really disappointing.However, you have golden hair.Well, it will be wonderful once you tame me.Wheat is golden, it reminds me of you.Moreover, I even like the sound of the wind blowing the wheat waves...]

The nib of the pen rubs against the light yellow paper surface, and occasionally broken straws protrude quietly, giving the ink a bit of mischievous roundness.Originally, "willow branch paper" is a local specialty, while wheat paper is relatively common, because it is a little rough, and few people use it.But Cheng Chen felt that there was a pungent warmth in the golden chopped straw, just like the golden hair of the little prince shining in the sun, and also like the broken golden wheat waves in the sun.

In his writing, the lonely little prince once planted many roses. He watered them, caught bugs, admired their beauty, and smelled their fragrance... But one day, his star fans lost their minds, and the little prince did something. Lost his star.

The sad little prince traveled through many interesting planets until he came to this strange planet.On this star, human beings germinate and grow like seeds, but do not wake up until a star of their own wakes them up.

In the garbage dump under the apple tree, the little prince met a sad and sloppy little wolf dog.

Hello.Hello!

They domesticated each other.

【In the beginning, you sat in the grass like this, sitting a little far away from me.I'll look at you out of the corner of my eye, but don't say anything.Words are a source of misunderstanding.But, every day, you sit closer to me...]

Three sheets of paper were full, and they wrote about the young and not-so-beautiful encounter between the little prince and his little wolf dog.

In the quiet late night, there was only the slight sound of wind from the air-conditioning outlet, and the heavy breathing of the sleeping person on the bed.

Cheng Chen stood up, rubbed his stiff neck, twisted his old waist, and picked up the first few pages of "The Little Prince".The thick black and smooth handwriting on the wheat paper shone with a soft light like broken gold, and there was some tender greenness on the background paper, which was also shining brightly, like the willow leaves that had just sprouted.

It should work, right?Cheng Chen held these apparently enlightened original books, not sure if they were compatible with A Lang.

Looking at the big guy's thin face, frowning, pale complexion.There is nothing to hesitate, you always have to try to know if it works.

Cheng Chen sat down at the head of the bed, found a comfortable position for himself, and tried to recall the bedside stories his mother told him when he was a child——sleep obediently!What story do you want, do you want a slap? !

I couldn't help laughing out loud, and put the tough old lady back to the bottom of my heart.

Then, I spread out the first page of wheat paper, and said softly: ["... Draw me a sheep." I stood up as if I was being struck by a thunderbolt.I rubbed my eyes vigorously and looked carefully.I saw a very strange little fellow staring at me seriously. 】

With the soft and melodious voice of the young man reading, a very faint, bright yellow fluorescence quietly gathered on the paper.The light was so faint that it was indistinguishable from the stubble.

Cheng Chen took the paper in his hand casually, and the three sheets were loosely stacked together.This bright yellow fluorescent light gradually lit up from the gap between the first page and the second page, getting brighter and brighter—an extremely miniature crown the size of a small fingernail poked its head out of the paper quietly.

The little prince wearing the crown struggled with his little hands and feet, and finally climbed from the second sheet of paper to the first sheet of paper.He raised his head, the crown almost fell off, the little prince frantically straightened his little crown, and stared at Cheng Chen seriously.

Cheng Chen's heart fluttered suddenly. This elf-like villain seemed to penetrate his heart, and also seemed to be a part he had missed, at the moment when they stared at each other.The little prince laughed heartily. Although he couldn't hear it, the crisp laughter seemed to ring from the bottom of his heart.

The brilliant golden light lit up instantly, and the little prince turned into a beam of light, traveling through time and space, through the soul, and crashed into Cheng Chen's arms.At that time, the gap in the soul, the hidden worry of the incompatibility between the soul and the body, seemed to be healed with satisfaction and a little regret in this warm moment.

Cheng Chen was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long while to touch his chest, bang bang bang, a healthy heart was beating steadily and self-sustained... It's over!The little prince felt his heart hurt, the guy lying on the bed?

What else can I do?Read on!

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Shi Chuanzong was awakened by Lingbo, where did Lingbo come from in the middle of the night? !Horrified and excited, the old bones of this age suddenly became difficult to use.The old man was shivering in the rest room of the duty room, putting on his clothes and shoes, while calling out to Xiao Mao, who was on duty outside, something serious happened!This kid can't get enough sleep!

The waiter on duty, Mao Xiaoda, finished dealing with the "spiritual backlash" of the guests in 607B, squinted his eyes on the table, and didn't snore, when he was woken up by Doctor Shi again.This pain caused the bristling hedgehog hairs on the top of his head to collapse.

Uh-huh?What's going on here?I vaguely felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't tell what was wrong.There is something vibrating in the air, just like the earthquake in Zifu two years ago, the building was shaking slightly at that time, people seemed to be shaking in the building, dizzy!

Now there is a bit of similarity, but not so similar.Standing on the floor is quite stable, without dizziness, just like drinking a little wine in a hot spring, feeling comfortable and comfortable in the dizziness, cool!

Before he could smell anything, an elderly doctor had already pulled him out, shaking his gray beard and shouting, "Little Mao! Quick, quick, go and see what's going on, where is it... ..."

Enlightenment?

Can't!How can there be a master who doesn't go to the pavilion where the spirit is enlightened to be inaugurated, but falls down in this corner to enlighten the spirit in the middle of the night?Lingbo generally first diffuses and decreases in the flat layer, and then diverges in all directions, and the divergent ones are relatively weak.The feeling of Lingbo is so strong, is it at this level?

"Don't worry, don't worry, old man, your blood pressure! Is it okay if I check it!" Mao Xiaoda was frightened and supported the old man who stumbled and rushed out. This is the boss's uncle!The old man accumulated good deeds, used his spare energy, and came to the hotel for a few days a week.If something goes wrong, the boss doesn't need to do it, he can find a shallot and hang it on the beam by himself!

The corridor lights are a little dark, and the service room is at the westernmost end of the 6th floor.

Xiao Mao went out to look, and several rooms on both sides of the corridor opened their doors.

The guests who were supposed to be sound asleep in the middle of the night were poking their heads out to look around in bewilderment, but there was no obvious movement or sound.

There are not many people in this world who can experience and observe enlightenment on the spot, and they are often closed in the observation room to watch from a distance.And there is no one in a million who can make such a big spiritual wave from Qiling. If there is such a master, they are all enshrined as national treasures!Those who can distinguish Lingbo already have profound backgrounds and are far more knowledgeable than ordinary people.

The extraordinary Mr. Shi beat the boy blocking the door with all his might, walked to the corridor in a few steps, struggled a few times but couldn't get rid of Xiao Mao's arm, so he had to drag the oil bottle to find the source of Lingbo .

Seeing those guests outside the room who were looking around for no reason, the old gentleman ordered in a low voice: "Hurry up to appease the guests and let them go back to the room. It's okay. Call your President Shi again. Let him come over immediately, immediately!"

"Then, what can I do, you, I have to accompany you!" Xiao Mao was anxious.

The old man was angry and impatient, tried his best to calm down his breath, and said in a low voice: "Okay, okay, I will make a call, you hurry up and let the guests go back to the room. I will stay here and look for you together when you are finished..." He said, He took out his black brick handheld phone and started dialing.

"Hey! That's fine, don't move, don't get excited! I'll go to appease the guests, and I'll come back to accompany you to find what?" Xiao Mao didn't know what the old man was talking about. Okay!

Although several sensitive guests felt that something was wrong, there was nothing more.After mumbling a few words, he was coaxed into the room in confusion and fell asleep.

There was one guest who was particularly stubborn. This little man watched other people enter the room, and insisted on shrinking in a corner and kept twisting his wooden beads, and would not enter the room unless he listened to persuasion.When Xiao Mao finally came back to persuade him with his head full of sweat, he smiled and asked in a low voice: "I said, where is the master enlightened?"