The days of being a writer in a different world

"Cangjie invented characters, and gods and ghosts cry at night."

Assuming that "Cangjie's creation of characters" is the source of the fact that the nature of human beings in this world is very different from that of the earth, then what kind of secret does the ghost cry at night?

Generally speaking, the adjectives in myths or legends are quite likely to be exaggerated descriptions of the background or events at that time. On the earth, historians have even found geography in some myths or ancient songs. A description corresponding to changes and historical and cultural records.

What kind of scary scene will "Ghosts Cry at Night" look like?

Cheng Chen was thinking hard when Su Guo, who was at the table next to him, poked his head over and looked curiously at the paper on which he had scribbled and written many ghostly symbols, and asked, "Big man, what did you write?"

Small-class education does not pay much attention to traditional classroom discipline. Tables are arranged in circles according to one's favorite, and chairs can be dragged around at any time, as long as it does not affect other students.

"Ah! It's nothing, I just scribbled it." Cheng Chen rubbed his hands casually, wanting to throw the paper into the belly of the desk.

"Hey!' Cherish the writing paper, pray and burn it.' You are too disrespectful to the writing paper, be careful that your writing will not work!" Suguo exclaimed in surprise.

Cheng Chen was slightly startled, and smiled calmly and said, "I'm sorry, I was a little nervous and forgot." Is there something special about the handling of writing paper in this world?

"Student Su Guo said it very well." Teacher He noticed the episode here, and took the opportunity to explain to the children the origin of paper, the relationship between words and paper, the selection of the four treasures of the study, and the most important thing is to teach children to cherish paper , Respect the text.

Words have spirituality, and the paper on which words have been written must not be thrown away or defiled, but must be collected and put into your own wastebasket.Whether it is a big city in Fuzhou or a country market, there must be a "writing and paper stove" on the corner of the street.The collected waste paper should be stacked neatly, and after praying, pour it into the furnace and burn it.In the mansions of wealthy families, most of them also built their own private calligraphy and paper stoves, which were collected and burned by special personnel.

"We have one in our family. It was handed down from our ancestors. The stove is very old. On the side of the stove, there are copper characters engraved on the side of the stove, "Fu Bing Furnace, sometimes there is aura." Even now, people in our family don't like writing very much. It’s only enough to burn it once, but my grandfather always looks at the stove, blows his beard, stares and sighs, saying that his children and grandchildren are unworthy, unworthy!” The ten-year-old boy next door poked his head over and whispered, he combed his fashionable hairstyle upside down and frowned. The nose imitated his grandfather's sighing expression, which made people feel disgusted.

Cheng Chen remembered that his name was Wenli, and his ideal was to inherit the behest of his ancestors and become a great writer.

"Our family also has them, my grandpa's house, my grandma's house, there are also on the street in front of the school, and there are some inside the school!" Yu Lisi, who loves to wear lace, is a specialty. The stove inside is made of stone, and my father said it was more than 700 years old, and there is also a stone carving on the side, which reads 'Never discard a piece of paper, a word is worth a thousand gold'!"

Teacher He is reciting a small poem handed down from ancient times: "...'Writing and paper are the same in the world, and those who see them should put them in the fire, or put them in a long and clean place, and the natural blessings will be endless." Spirituality is closely related to inheritance, and misfortune and good fortune depend on it. Therefore, between the lines, our ancestors advised people to respect writing and paper. Today, we still have to maintain good traditions, respect writing, and cherish paper. Okay, get out of class! "

The wonderful lunch bell rang, and everyone packed the table and cheered, followed the pace of the life teacher, and walked towards the dining room.

Passing through the promenade with lush ancient trees and full of old vines and flowers, in front of you is a rather straightforward and eye-catching building, a square four-story building, black and red tones, different sizes, neatly arranged lattice windows, and a rectangular window at the bottom. The gate...the pair of chopsticks on the side is an extra-large fast food box!

"Hurry up, hurry up! The braised beef in Longchuan canteen is very famous. Dad brought me here before, and the silk (yes) is delicious! But it's limited!" Mr. Zhe's eyes sparkled, and he licked Kuailiu The saliva came out, "I heard that there were two thin chopsticks on the side of this building a long time ago, and they were always struck by lightning, so let's (tear it apart)!"

...What a wonderfully designed restaurant building is this!

"Students, the lobby on the first floor is the dining place for the classes of Group A. Our classes of Group B, please follow me to the second floor for dining." The life teacher's surname is Li, who speaks Wu Nong's soft language, laughs before opening his mouth, and looks very festive.She gave each student a black meal card, and while leading the freshmen to the second floor, she introduced: "The second floor is the cafeteria of Group B, and you can take it as you like, but remember not to waste it, there will be a team on duty Keep score!"

"The restaurant card on the second floor only records the number of meals, and there is no limit to the type and quantity of food. There are 500 meals in the card every semester. If you feel uncomfortable, you can go to the third floor to order food, but the third floor is to order meals. Students who come to record the expenses, please remember clearly. 1000 yuan has been pre-stored in each meal card, if it is not enough, please deposit money into the card yourself, or tell the teacher, and Teacher Li will save it for you.”

A group of hungry freshmen rushed up the stairs like a flood and rushed to the second floor.

When walking upstairs, Cheng Chen glanced at the first floor. The cafeteria was similar to the cafeteria in his previous life, with dozens of windows lined up, and top students queuing up to get food.Groups of big and small academic masters sat together, wow!A piece of mirror reflection.Some ate quickly and walked in a hurry; some ate while reading; some argued while eating.Overall, it was silent and orderly, and even the discussions were whispered, which was a little scary!

The quasi-scholar student Cheng Chen looked at the first floor, and then looked at the students in Group B who were jumping around. Hurry up and catch up. It is better to enjoy the benefits of Group B first, and then think about how to mix with the school bully group!

The restaurant on the second floor is extraordinary as soon as you enter the restaurant. There is an open kitchen, a row of chefs in white uniforms and white hats standing in front of the separated high-end professional cooking tables, smiling and welcoming. In the middle of the hall, there are flowers and green plants. Divide different food ranges.At the head is a huge ice brick, neatly stacked with all kinds of attractive fresh shellfish.

"Oh, there are fish sticks, but it's a pity to eat this stuff and get diarrhea!" Mr. Zhe looked at the sashimi sadly, and turned his head and dragged Wenli into it with grief and anger like a broken love, "Beef, braised beef in soy sauce!"

Luckily, today's lunch was at the wrong time, Class 1 ended a quarter of an hour earlier than Class 2, and there were still the last two servings of braised beef.

Mr. Zhe took a look at the students who were pulled by him, looked at the two servings that were only half full, the lovely red, trembling, half-fat and thin, braised beef in braised braised meat, gritted his teeth and divided them into five servings .

"Here, the ones from Taiban Su, the big ones, the dumb ones, the ones from Wen Hao, and the last one is mine."

In less than two seconds, Mr. Zhe swallowed his share. Seeing that several students were chewing and tasting carefully, the foodie licked his thick lips sadly, and rushed to the battlefield again: "Fish! That pomfret Fry for a while, fry for a while, the meat should be tender, the skin should be crispy, add salt and pepper. Wonton, fresh shrimp. Eshe (I said), add more sauce to the basil pasta..."

When Mr. Zhe came to the dining table with a pile of big plates stacked like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, the squad leader Su was exclaiming: "What! You are 15 years old? Then why did you come to read it? First grade? I thought you were very talented and tall! Then, are you a bit late in awakening?"

"Yes, it's a little late." Cheng Chen lowered his head heavily, and sure enough, the carefree little girl stopped asking, but patted him on the shoulder embarrassingly, comforting him: "It's okay, it's good to be late, Don't look at Liu Hai pretending to be dumb every day, he is also late to enlighten his spirit, he was only 4 and a half years old, but he could recite 5 Tang poems at the age of [-]! Think about it, before the age of three, he didn't know what to eat and drink, and he had no memory. On the days when he still wets the bed, he comes over as soon as he sleeps, hahaha! How wonderful!"

Behind Liu Hai's thick glasses, those little eyes almost flew out of the knife, but it's a pity that Taipan Su didn't receive his silent threat signal at all.

[Three hundred Tang poems, this world also has Tang Dynasty poems, but I don’t know how different it is from the original world. 】

Cheng Chen also laughed, and mentioned: "By the way, I don't know where the school library is? I'm late, so I want the stupid bird to fly first and read more books."

"Ask Teacher Li after dinner. I heard from my sister that Long Chuan will set up a study or project team by himself from the first grade. Let's go to the library to look up materials and make a topic together!" Wenhao suggested.

Literary and science students have not yet become literary giants, because of their aggressive hairstyles and clothing, they have already been mixed up with the bandit name of "Wen Hao".

While eating and chatting, talking and laughing, the few classmates I just met not long ago are already so close that they need blood to form alliances.Most of the food on the table has been swept away, there are still a few small cakes, two steaks, chicken tenders and some fruit slices.The young second-generation officials and second-generation officials didn't care, and packed up their things and left.

was stopped.

"Several new students, I'm sorry, the rule of the Longchuan cafeteria is 'you can take as much as you want, and you can't waste it'. If you don't finish eating, I can only deduct your discipline points." A tall and thin boy , wearing a slightly whitish school uniform, politely stopped a few people.

"Who are you!" Mr. Zhe pushed his hand away impatiently, "Just buckle it, and throw it away if you can't eat it. What if you stuff it and eat it?" When you are not excited, Mr. Zhe can still speak Score above pass.

The senior boy pointed to his chest, where there was a metal nameplate with "Lin Liangyu" written on it, and he said, "Student, I am a duty student in the fifth grade of Group A." It’s not easy; it’s half a thread, half a thread, and the material resources are struggling.” If you don’t finish eating, I can only deduct your points according to the regulations. May I ask who left it, and report the class and name.”

Zhe Zong was a little bit embarrassed, the rest of the food was basically on his plate, the little fat man blushed and said loudly: "You must be (blind)? Melon skin, it's the leftovers! Don't look for them Group A beef! Have you (eat) these good things for the first time?"

Lin Liangyu tightly pinched the small notebook for scoring, his knuckles turned white, he squeezed a smile through his teeth, and asked, "Then may I ask your class and name?"

"You!" Mr. Zhe was so angry that he was about to jump up. Cheng Chen grabbed him and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, you go back first, and I'll take care of it. At worst, I'll eat it! I'm big, so eat later!" Both are breathless."

Suguo was also a little displeased. Seeing that the big man had spoken, he kept quiet for a while.

Pushing Zhezong angrily, let monitor Su lead the students to go first, Cheng Chen turned around and hugged the senior on duty, the twelve or thirteen year olds were taller, but half a head shorter than him.

"I said, Senior Lin." Cheng Chen asked with a smile: "Don't be angry, you are all freshmen and don't know the rules. Can this buffet be packed?"

Lin Liangyu struggled, but didn't break free, and said bitterly: "Yes, anyone with a black meal card can pack it up. It doesn't matter if you take it back for supper. Anyway, Group B pays a lot." As soon as he said this, he also felt It's a bit inappropriate, so shut up quickly.

"That's it. Waiter!" Cheng Chen raised his hand and yelled, and immediately came a young lady with a friendly smile, "Please pack these for me, please."

After taking the packaged meal, Cheng Chen quietly handed it to the senior: "Packing doesn't violate the rules, and giving it away doesn't count as a violation, right? It hasn't been touched at all, it's very clean, and we really can't eat it. Please help the senior to solve it, thank you You are welcome. Next time, you must take it in moderation."

Lin Liangyu was silent. After a while, he pursed his lips and quietly took the packing box.