This is a very strange novel that Chen Wenjin has never read before.

The first 2,000 or nearly 3,000 words of the novel are entirely written in the style of traditional literature, describing a small mountain village in southwest China, where a rural teacher surnamed Wang is dying and teaches Newton's three laws of mechanics to several left-behind children in the village. The isolation and backwardness of the mountain villages, the ignorance and ignorance of the villagers, the destruction of the rural ecology in the process of the economic wave in the process of prospering the city, the destruction and stripping of people's hearts and humanity, are like a scroll of customs and pictures, such as immersive, vividly displayed in front of Cheng Wenjin, the brushstrokes are simple, not gorgeous, but refined, old-fashioned, and directly pointed to the hearts of the people! When I saw that the woman named Xiu'er was stabbed by the midwife with rusty and hot tongs in Xiu'er's lower body when she had a difficult birth, Cheng Wenjin, who was also a woman, stood on her cold hair, and her whole body tightened suddenly, completely empathetic, and her heart was painful! When Xiu'er was finally carried on the back of the cow by the patriarchal Guan Yongxiang Guan Erdan, Xiu'er howled, and the red and bright blood on her lower body flowed sideways, staining the yard red, Cheng Wenjin couldn't help but fall from tears for a long time.

"It's so miserable!" Cheng Wenjin sighed.

Then, just when Cheng Wenjin thought that the novel called "Country Teacher" would continue to tell the follow-up plot of the protagonist from the perspective of a rural teacher, the whole picture, like a changing face in Sichuan opera, suddenly changed, from the unknown mountain village in the southwest border of China on the earth, to the Milky Way tens of thousands of light years away. The tone of the author's writing has also changed from extremely restrained, with a strong earthy smell of simplicity to dazzling. It is an eye-opener and does not eat the intricate and gorgeous fireworks of the world.

"It's really science fiction!" Cheng Wenjin, who was unprepared and had not recovered his breath at all, was shocked. The road that lit up in front of me.

Next, the plot of the novel is freely transformed and staggered between the underground and the heavenly, the mountain village and the alien, the rustic and the foreign, the introverted and the arrogant, the grounded and the lofty, by completely different brushstrokes and different styles of description. Cheng Wenjin's mood. It is also like riding a roller coaster, sometimes rushing to the peak, sometimes falling to the trough, sometimes nervous and excited. Clenched his fists tightly, sometimes soothing and peaceful, eager to fast-forward so that he knew the end immediately, high and low, ups and downs. Worried about the fate of the entire human race. Amazed and amazed by the magnificence and splendor of the alien civilization! In this kind of ups and downs, oneself and even the entire human race feel as small as ants.

In all the novels that Cheng Wenjin has read before, basically the main body of the author's attention is his parents, brothers, villagers, neighbors, colleagues and classmates, and older ones. Probably will rise to their own ethnic group, compatriots. The concept of home and country, but that's all. The main object of almost all the novels she has read is the scenes of joy, sorrow, joy, sorrow, happiness and misfortune that occur and interpret under the background of a specific society and era!

Today, Wang Bo's "Country Teacher" presents the fate and future of the entire human race in front of Cheng Wenjin for the first time from the perspective of the entire human race in an extremely calm, extremely rational, but extremely cruel appearance. However, today Wang Bo has let her see what it means to be "a small difference, a great horror of the annihilation of the entire human race, the earth, and even the solar system!"

When the left-behind children who were taught by the protagonist on his deathbed finally saved the fate of the entire human race because they successfully recited Newton's laws, Cheng Wenjin, who had been clenching his fists and trembling from time to time, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's so dangerous!" Cheng Wenjin said to herself.

About an hour later, Cheng Wenjin put down a stack of more than 20 pages of manuscripts in his hand, and his thoughts returned to reality from the bizarre, extremely incredible, and ups and downs of "The Country Teacher". Her first reaction when she returned to reality was:

"How...... How is that possible? Wang Bo, he ...... How could he write such a novel?" Cheng Wenjin muttered to himself, covering his body and pondering, his mind surging like a tide.

At this time, she suddenly looked back and realized that she was in tears.

Cheng Wenjin, who loves music and literature, needless to say, like Wang Bo, also belongs to the sentimental type. However, after all, she is also in her thirties, although she is sensitive and sad, but because of her age and experience, if it is not for great sorrow and joy, otherwise she will not easily shed tears. As for reading books and crying, it hasn't been for many years.

"The sci-fi part of it can also be explained by the richness of imagination, however, about the realistic part, how did he do it? Where did he get the experience and inspiration? And his writing, in the ordinary waves, in the gorgeous to see the effort, in the simplicity and gorgeous, freely converted, with ease, even a traditional writer, does not necessarily have this kind of ease, effortless, he is a 17-year-old child, can have such a good writing, this, how is this possible?" Cheng Wenjin rubbed his cheeks in one hand and shook his head gently, his black brows continued to wrinkle like wavy lines, and his face looked confused and puzzled. At this time, she really wanted to catch the little ghost in front of her, and asked the other party sharply whether this "Country Teacher" was really written by him? If so, how did he do it?

"Is there really a genius in this world?" Cheng Wenjin bit his lip, "Let's continue to read another of his articles." ”

So, Cheng Wenjin picked up another "Chaowen Dao" placed below and continued to read.

Compared with "The Country Teacher", "Chaowen Dao" is not good at writing, but mainly focuses on opening the brain, stretching the imagination, and accumulating scientific theories and science fiction props. However, even so, Wang Bo still used his writing that is not inferior to that of traditional writers to create a masterpiece on the basis of the original work of "Liu Diangong". Although there are many cutting-edge physics theories that Cheng Wenjin has never heard of and she can't understand, she still reads them with relish and is obsessed with the artistic conception depicted and created by Wang Bo's flamboyant and colorful words, which is very different from the current world.

"Chaowen Dao" only has more than 17,000 words, and Cheng Wenjin took about 40 minutes to read it.

"It's really hearty!" Cheng Wenjin sighed and pondered, "If science fiction novels are like this, I'm afraid I will become a hardcore science fiction fan in the future!" Cheng Wenjin thought, "Little ghost, you still surprise me with 'Little Niang'! I really can't imagine what your brain melon seeds are made of! Next time I come to the library, 'Little Niang' must interrogate and interrogate you well, hum!" Cheng Wenjin "Hmph" snorted, unconsciously, she actually made a coquettish look that was not suitable for a person of her age!

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In the following days, Cheng Wenjin has been looking forward to the arrival of Wang Bo's little ghost. In the past few days, she took out two more novels and read them again. In the process of reading again, she did not pay attention to the specific plot as she did the first time, but spent more of her mind on the writing skills of the novel, such as the structure of the novel, the creation of characters, the beginning and end of the plot, and even the choice of words and sentences. After thinking about it carefully, I have a lot of feelings. She found that although Wang Bo was only writing for the first time, she could not see any trace of a newcomer in her mastery of novel writing skills.

It's inexplicable!

"How long has it been since I have admired someone?" Cheng Wenjin thought, "I'm afraid I want to go back to worshipping my husband Liang Jingquan when I was in college." However, at that time, I had no literary appreciation at all, regarded pretentiousness as profound and timeless, regarded disease-free moaning as a full stomach, and regarded the venting of young people who did not know the height of the sky as a legacy of independence and was different. More than ten or twenty years have passed, and my husband's writing has naturally improved, but when my husband enthusiastically displayed his tofu block article published in the supplement of "Sifang Daily" in front of him, he read it himself, and it tasted like chewing wax, and he could neither see the aura nor feel any talent that made people's eyes shine!

"A student who graduated from the Chinese Department of C University, immersed in writing for more than ten or twenty years, writes articles that are not as good as a sixteen or seventeen-year-old, fledgling child, if her husband knows, I am afraid that he will have to fall through his glasses and have no place to be ashamed!"

During this time, Cheng Wenjin, who has been immersed in the text and plot of Wang Bo's two novels, as well as the artistic conception created by the words and plots, and has to reminisce several times a day, once thought about taking the two novels to her husband to "study", and by the way, she discussed the two articles with the other party, especially the one "The Country Teacher", which is extremely outstanding and wonderful in all aspects, both in terms of structure and text, including her unprecedented imagination After thinking about it, I was afraid of hitting Liang Jingquan's self-esteem and self-confidence, so I finally gave up.

Without the object of communication and discussion, expressing his excitement like a treasure, Cheng Wenjin's "missing" of Wang Bo's little ghost became more and more intense. She began to regret that she had met her in the library three times and had never exchanged phone numbers.

"Well, if only I had the little ghost's phone number, I could call him out and discuss these two of his articles. Cheng Wenjin thought regretfully. (To be continued.) )