Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 549 Works
Zuo Wu only felt that the voice in his ears was so vivid that he subconsciously refused to admit that the person who contacted him again might be a forger.

Even the word "maybe" could be replaced by "nine out of ten".

In the age of the stars, there are so many ways to interfere with the senses.As long as some simple virus programs are implanted in people's vision, it can ensure that those who have been recruited will not be able to see the true face of the person who has been in close contact with him face to face.

What's more, what sounded in my ears was a mere sound.

and so.

Rationally, Zuo Wu knew that the current self didn't need to listen to even a single nonsense from Jingfu, but just followed his original idea, launched himself over there, and then tore apart the pretentious gravitational shell of their battleship, that's all.

And the scientific research team also found the port for Jingfu to project sound to Zuo Wu's vision in an instant, as long as Zuo Wu said a word, even a look, or a gesture.

Jingfu's bewitchment will keep away from Zuo Wu, Zuo Wu also knows this, and has even mobilized all the muscles in his body, ready to make that ordinary posture to cut off the contact.

But he was a little bit reluctant.

The reason is very simple, although what I write is a crooked poem that will be laughed at if I take it out, but someone likes it, which is of great significance to Zuo Wu.

Which author whose work is hardly read can forget the readers who support him?
Although the reader may only occasionally flip through a chapter or two of that lame work, somehow catches the airwaves, and often writes words of encouragement.As long as this is the case, even if there is no intersection between the author and the reader, it doesn't matter.

Even when Zuo Wugang knew that his poems were liked by Dite, he would worry about gains and losses.

After posting the new work, if he didn't get a reply from the other party immediately, Zuo Wu would feel resentful like a boudoir.Doubting whether the airwaves that had finally met the readers had dissipated at this time, and fearing that he would no longer be able to win the favor of the readers.

Zuo Wu was lucky, the virtual didn't respond to Dite just because they were still in the waterway and couldn't communicate with the outside world.As a result, Zuo Wu was finally able to wait for the response to his work, and there was never a time when it was not enthusiastic.

It was only later confirmed that the ones who have been responding to me are the virtual couples, and those who have seen many of my new works are also virtual ones.

But the real Dite, from the beginning to the end, only accepted his first song "Meeting at the Hongqiao", but hugged these few lines, and finally crossed the cold and real Milky Way to meet himself.

But in the end, Zuo Wu found that they could not touch and meet with him because they were separated by several light-years without a hyperspace channel. Even those new works hadn’t had time to send them over, and the real confrontation with Dieter was met by Jingfu. attack.

just now.

Jingfu used their voices to communicate with himself again.This is tantamount to blasphemy, but it makes Zuo Wu want to say a few more words with them.

Consider this.

Zuo Wu exhaled lightly, turned his head and turned his fingers, instructing the large army behind him to move forward.After thinking about it again, he said in a low voice, "You said... are you really treating Dite? Hey, don't come here without any problems."

The voice of the contact person was a little confused: "Your Excellency, it seems that you still have doubts about our identity... How can we prove that we are us?"

"With Jingfu intervening, you probably won't be able to prove it."

Zuo Wu shook his head:

"You may be puppets made by Jingfu using your corpses, or it may be a simulated program that collects the spiritual energy fluctuations left on your fallen wreckage..."

"Even if I am uneducated, I can think of many ways to let me hear your voice again. Ha, haha. This is really... Maybe I am the one who wants to hear the real voice of you again."

The contact person's voice was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Your Excellency, you always like to belittle yourself. Please be more confident, at least don't add the word 'crazy' in front of your poems."

"It has nothing to do with whether these words fit the rhythm or not, and it has nothing to do with how many things can be improved. In fact, it just gives us the courage and strength to cross the coldness and danger of the galaxy."

Zuo Wu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly bared his teeth and grinned: "You guys also feel that what I wrote is not very good."

"Pfft, hahaha, these are two different things."

The contact person responded that perhaps it was because of Zuo Wu’s unbelief, but instead gave him a little more room to be presumptuous, allowing him to say something in his heart to the author he likes:

"We have seen many articles written with gorgeous rhetoric, and we were forced to imitate them in order to write official documents. We even compiled official articles that can automatically generate words and sentences with full marks."

"We have seen many such words and sentences. Even if we are asked to write by ourselves, I can write beautifully and in line with the rhythm. It conforms to the usual routine, and it will be graded by past critics. The score will be very good."

"It's not too difficult to apply similar skills to writing poetry."

Zuo Wu listened and silently covered his face.They even began to feel that they read out their "Looking forward to meeting at the other end of the Hongqiao" just now, which was really a terrible public execution.

however.

The contact person suddenly changed the subject: "But such words, such articles, no matter how many and beautifully written, what's the point?"

"Skilled bureaucrats can pick out the key information from the gorgeous official documents at a glance, and then attach their own gorgeous writing to report. When the report is sent to the leader, the leader will order the secretary or rely on his own ability to process the layer by layer. Gorgeous elimination, picking out the key of those few words;”

"Ha, so these bureaucratic articles, these gorgeous, rules, routines, and even mediocre word order that can be easily written by mathematics and programs, are simply redundant to civilization for us now!"

"So, for us, the words that are really worth cherishing are not these laws that have been verified thousands of times, but... the emotions contained in them, which are invested by the author."

"Emotion?" Zuo Wu was momentarily at a loss for words.

The contact person continued: "Yes, it is emotion. Anyone can say 'sorry for the hardships of the people's livelihood', but because Qu Yuan invested emotion in it, "Li Sao" is an eternal masterpiece."

"There is also "Teacher's List". For another powerful minister, 'I don't know what to say' is undoubtedly empty talk, but the prime minister has power when he speaks it out!"

Then, the contact person seemed to lick his lips: "And your Excellency, I say you don't underestimate yourself, there are also cases. Cao Cao wrote so many poems, but no one thinks that he is because of his 'bones exposed in the wild, there is no chicken crowing' What kind of moral perfection."

"Conversely, Cao Cao wrote so many poems lamenting the common people, the words are gorgeous and true, and the classics are not mentioned."

"But the influence of Cao Cao's words and sentences on the future generations of you earthlings, the combined weight is really like Liu Bei's sentence is neither in line with melody, nor in line with rhythm, and it is not even like a poem. Is it good to be small but not big?"

The contact person exhaled softly: "So, for us, we don't need to care whether the crooked poems you claim have artistic value or not, as long as you agree with us in it to 'meet at the other side of Hongqiao', we will really I saw you on the other side of the galaxy."

"Then, these few simple words have already surpassed all the earth arts that have been analyzed before in our hearts. Just being there is enough to be golden."

Can my own crooked poems be said to be golden?

Zuo Wu still covered his face, muttering over and over again:
"Damn, damn. It would have been nice if you weren't swaying hands and feet... Ha, Pope, you are really good at tricks. If your voice suddenly rang out and told me that everything was a joke, I might It really won't last."

The contact person also paused.He could hear Zuo Wu's murmurs, and he could think in another way, and knew that in the current situation, it would be impossible to gain Zuo Wu's trust again.

But he just wanted to say it.The author puts emotion into the story, which only represents him personally, and the contact person feels that he should respond and communicate:
"Your Excellency, maybe. Thousands of years ago, there were many novelists who made a living by writing on the earth. The reasonable and efficient 'refreshing point' that they concluded was really interesting."

"I can see that when you write, you are also trying to meet these cool points. After all, making readers happy is the greatest respect for readers... It's just that you are not very good at using these routines. I just can’t write it.”

Zuo Wu slowly removed the hand that was tightly covering his face: "...ha, haha, don't scold me, don't scold me."

"Your Excellency, please listen to me," the contacter interrupted Zuo Wu with some displeasure, and exhaled softly:

"Think about it differently. If I were an author, and the things I wrote...couldn't catch up with those real geniuses, those who wrote fine works when they debuted, I might also be devastated."

"However, if I know that my works have touched the hearts of some readers who have been exposed to the airwaves, although the impact effect is definitely not as good as those of everyone's fine works, but they have touched their hearts and infused them with emotional words."

"I should be deeply proud of myself."

subconsciously.

Zuo Wu held his breath, this reasoning diverged a bit, and it was the same for his new emperor alliance.

Didn't I know it earlier?If not for himself, Ai Shanshan and Duzi might have died on that dead planet long ago, Daila would not have been born, and Ji Zhi would only be shrouded in the darkness of the ring along with the old Imperial Union.

And the subordinates who follow behind him, one counts as one, can they really live to this day?

maybe.I have no memory and no goals, and my life is simply drifting with the flow. It may be like a broken novel with poor routines, full of private goods and often sighing.

But as the author of my own life, I have indeed influenced countless people.If they were their own readers, they would not only be touched in their hearts, but even their lives would be severely affected.

Thinking about it this way, the faint hesitation in Zuo Wu's heart seemed to have dissipated a lot.Frankly speaking, my current mental state is actually pretty bad.

The hope of sending Della out of the galaxy blends and conflicts with the feeling that he is a cowardly bureaucrat who seems to be a cowardly bureaucrat who is in the face of a national crisis but only wants to send his children abroad for refuge.

In addition, Jing Fu and Liao Yuan are fighting for their ideals for the last time, and the complicated feelings that they seem to have not found the track also arise spontaneously.

The self who seems to come from another world is just a passing passerby to this sea of ​​stars after all.But now, after confirming again through the voice of the contact person, he has finally left a lot of traces under this starry sky.

at this time.

Xindilian's "Outer Territory Exploration Phase I Mission" is not far from the entrance of the hyperspace channel, and Zuo Wu can directly see the scribbled edge of the mirrored gravitational battleship, which interferes with the light and jumps.

No matter what the real voice was talking to him, it was time to cut off contact and concentrate on dealing with the enemy in front of him.

Zuo Wu put his finger next to his ear, and sighed for the last time: "Ha, now Jingfu wants to lure me into a trap, and the method is to praise me first, and then gain my trust?"

"...Your Excellency, correct me, I'm not complimenting you, I'm just saying what's in my heart that I may not have the chance to say in the future. And I also know that at this moment, we really don't have the conditions to gain your trust." Contact said the voice of the speaker.

Zuo Wu's eyes turned to the scribbled gravitational force entangled on the Jingfu battleship: "Okay, okay. Assuming that you are really against Dite, after you are attacked by Jingfu, you have no complaints?"

The contact person was also shaking his head: "...This is our fundamental difference. Your Excellency, I didn't say that just now, I only represent myself. As a reader, I value the emotions invested in the author's works more."

"But when the work is published, the author loses the right to interpret the work. There are 1 Hamlets in the minds of 1 people. A sentence that cannot be simpler can be interpreted by different people with different meanings."

"So, here is the problem - how do I know that the emotion I read from the work is really what the author wants to express? It is not because of my own experience, my thoughts, and my brain. A 'work' of my own mind-mapping?"

"Haha, this kind of feeling is not very good. In the workplace, I also felt excitedly that I understood the original meaning of the leadership document, but in the end I found out that I misunderstood something; that was my pro-leader, and I knew him well. You should know more than the author who has never met."

"In this way, I still have misunderstandings—it's even more the same for literary works. I read the innocence and beauty from the text, but the author himself didn't mean it. Instead, he wanted to vent because his knowledge is far inferior to mine. His narrow-mindedness and resentment vented in a wrong way, but made me feel that this kind of shameless innocence is like a child, what should I do?"

"I will be really, really, very sad. The word 'to the electric wave' is a bit of a joke, I prefer to call it 'Shenjiao'. If the problem I just mentioned happens, doesn't it mean that one of the two sides of the Shenjiao cheated ?”

"It's so sad."

Zuo Wucai's brows that stretched slowly tightened again: "What do you mean?"

"I think that people may never truly understand each other. We are all wishful thinking, so selfishness is inevitable."

But what if our lives form a community in the future, a community in the true sense, and everyone fighting for themselves is equivalent to fighting for everyone? "

Zuo Wu thought of Della: "Jingfu wants to turn the galactic creatures into hive consciousness!?"

"No, no, the hive consciousness must have the queen as the master of all consciousness, but Jingfu is different. Here, we are still our absolute masters."

"Aren't you worried that you and Xiao Hui will never be able to reconcile again?"

"Here, we can offer you a possibility of reconciliation."

Zuo Wu gritted his teeth and turned his head.

On the platform of the Jingfu battleship, a figure gradually separated out.Although he is a starfish, the expression on his face is so compassionate.

And this time.

Xiao Hui also condensed slowly beside Zuo Wu, she said softly: "...Don't listen to Jing Fu, my problem, 'I' solve it by myself."

Zuo Wu nodded, and stretched out his hand towards the starfish.

The compassionate Pope also looked back.

What did Pope Starfish want to say.

But at this moment.

Liao Yuan, the giant dragon that had been lazily leaning on the surface of the sun, opened its mouth wide open.He swept away his dullness and oldness, and only wanted to swallow Zuo Wu and the Pope into his belly.

Like a sudden natural disaster and thunder.

Zuo Wu felt that the attack of the ether dragon was like the sun falling towards him.

The pope waved his hand sharply and said to his subordinates: "Cover everyone! Our brother just wanted to say a farewell, we can't let this farewell end in this kind of ending!"

"Don't be afraid to sacrifice, we will all share one afterlife! For brothers and sisters, it is for all of us!"

(End of this chapter)