Regarding the suddenly acquired ability, Zhuang Yan felt that he had suddenly become a protagonist of this book, and suddenly there was a feeling of dominance.

At the same time, Zhuang Yan was also worried, it had been two nights, but the storyline of this book had not been promoted at all, if it continued at this rate, this book alone would not be able to be completed in a few months.

To be honest, Zhuang Yan is quite envious of Li Wei's ability, this kind of superpower that understands people's hearts, can do many things, both good and bad.

However, in the original book, although Levi has this ability, there is not much description of this ability in the book, and it is only mentioned in a few key plots.

When Zhuang Yan read the book "The Man Who Stole Shadows" before, he sometimes even forgot that Li Wei had this ability. Because although Levi has extraordinary abilities, he lives like an ordinary person, and the whole story has no extraordinary plot, and it has always been written about the love and hatred of ordinary people.

Of course, Zhuang Yan can also understand why the author Mark Levi would deal with it this way, because the purpose of this book is to express the kind of human nature he wants to tell, rather than a book of interlocking, logical suspense or science fiction.

Levi's superpowers, at best, are nothing more than a thread to intersperse the story.

"It's a pity that the abilities you have in your dreams can't be used in reality. ”

Zhuang Yan lay on the sofa and sighed with some regret.

Outside, Zhuang Yan was lying on the sofa, the view was just right, and the falling snowflakes passed through the small field of vision formed by the hotel window, and then slowly disappeared from this field of vision.

Looking further away, some high-rise buildings stand in the middle of the heavy snow, inevitably revealing a hint of coldness. The shorter buildings, where you can see the roof, have long lost their color and are covered in snow, leaving only silver-white.

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow. ”

Zhuang Yan sighed, but it's a pity that the Great Wall can't be seen here, otherwise he can still pick up the next sentence "Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only the remaining recklessness".

If you can go a little further and see the Yellow River, you can also say the sentence "up and down the big river, suddenly lost and surging".

Thinking of Taizu's poem, Zhuang Yan suddenly felt a sense of pride surging in his chest. Climbing high and looking far away, it can already make people feel heroic, and with the snow scene like this, the momentum is naturally generated.

Zhuang Yan stood up and tried to open the window, but unfortunately the hotel window could only be pushed open half in order to ensure safety, which made Zhuang Yan a little unhappy.

Half of the window was open, and the wind and snow seemed to have found an opening, and suddenly jumped from the outside to the inside, and the cold wind carried the snowflakes directly on Zhuang Yan's face.

Originally, Zhuang Yan's face was hot, and he was hit by the wind and snow, and he suddenly became cold, but the pride in his heart supported him to look at the outside world coldly against the wind and snow.

The wind and snow are too big, and the usual scene of busy traffic is no longer there at this time, and people who can not travel will not drive at this time, and some people who have to drive can only press the rut and move forward slowly.

After looking at it for a while, Zhuang Yan let out a long breath of turbidity, but the pride in his heart did not dissipate at all.

He wanted to shout, but he was afraid of disturbing the others.

He could only chant in a low voice:

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only reckless.

Up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging.

……

Let's go!

Count the romantic figures, but also look at the present day. ”

After reading the song "Spring Snow in Qinyuan" in its entirety, Zhuang Yan felt more comfortable.

I have to say that Taizu's poem really has a special charm, which is really magnificent.

Closing the window again, Zhuang Yan returned to the sofa, thinking about the inexplicable arrogance in his heart just now, and the feeling that some people were crazy.

He pondered for a while, and couldn't figure out why, just because of this song "Snow", or if there was really something else that his pride was aroused?

It's a pity that he doesn't really have the same abilities as Levi, otherwise he can find out his shadow now, and then ask him why, because as a shadow, he must know himself better than himself.

After sitting on the sofa for a while, Zhuang Yan remembered the poem he had just read, and he decided to do another copyist and bring this poem to this world.

He picked up his mobile phone, opened his fof, and then typed the poem word by word, and finally checked it a few times, for fear that he had written a wrong word, and only after he was sure that it was correct, he clicked the button to confirm the release.

……

Wu So-called just returned to his hometown today, he was working in the field, and he had been very busy, and he could not return home until Chinese New Year's Eve today.

But when he returned home, Wu So-called was still thinking about the community he had founded, and he had to pick up his mobile phone to take a look at the community in a few minutes, and manage it by the way.

I don't know if it's the first time I've been to the community today, but after I went up, I looked at it, and there was nothing unusual about the community.

After all, it is Chinese New Year's Eve, everyone is busy with the New Year, and there are many fewer people online than usual, so the activity of the community is lower than usual, there are fewer people, and it is naturally not very difficult to manage.

This time, I don't care about it, after reading the community once, I am going to go to Zhuang Yan's fof homepage to take a look.

Going to the homepage of Zhuang Yan FOF, Wu has developed a habit, and the number of times he goes to Zhuang Yan FOF every day is no less than the number of times he goes to the community.

Although Zhuang Yan rarely releases the status, Wu So-called also knows that even if he goes to see it, he usually can't see anything, but he just likes to watch it, and he will click on it after he enters the community.

And this time, just clicked into Zhuang Yan's homepage, Wu's so-called eyes lit up, because the page showed that Zhuang Yan had just released a dynamic.

He wasn't the first to see this story, and when he saw it, there were already more than fifty comments under it. is also because there are few people on the Internet today, if it is usual, the comments of Zhuang Yan News may break 1,000 in less than a minute.

"The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting...... Is this a poem?" Wu's so-called pupils are dilated, it is not common for Zhuang Yan to write poems, and he wrote a modern poem during the live broadcast before, and there are no other poetry works.

"There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, attracting countless heroes to bend their waists, pity the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, slightly lose the literary talent, Tang Dynasty and Song ancestors, slightly inferior to coquettish...... Hey, Mr. Zhuang has such a big breath!"

Wu's so-called exclamation, isn't it a big breath, look at what the words say, Qin Shihuang and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, a little less literary brilliance, and Tang Taizong and Song Taizu are slightly less coquettish, as for how to translate this coquettish, Wu has no clue in his heart, but he knows the general meaning, that is to say, Tang Zong and Song Zu are a little less meaningful.