And then what?

Wu Yu turned his head to look at the girl behind him who closed her eyes, the distance was so close that he could even count the girl's long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Nervously swallowing his saliva, a sense of closeness that was far stronger than that of Yuzu and the others drove him to say something.

"Click!"

"Click! It's perfect! You two are natural actors!"

The speeding motorcycle stopped at some point, and a fat man ran towards them waving a shouting microphone.

Finally calmed down and looked around, the crooked cordon roughly blocked out the shooting area, the gaffers and photographers not far away, and the extras ABCD who were squatting or standing on the side waiting to be called.

——Shooting on location on the banks of Suzhou Creek, but——

Wu Yu glanced at the British-style school uniform on him and the girl who was still sitting in the back seat, which was out of place with his surroundings———

Obviously, he is not Chu Qing, and this immature girl will not be Zhou Gongzi.

"I'm not the protagonist, so don't treat me as the protagonist. ”

Pursing his lips, Wu Yu, who just wanted to silently play soy sauce in the world of words as a passerby, was ready to say something to end this weird dream early.

Before he could speak, a hunger that almost consumed his whole body came from his stomach.

In a trance, the picture in front of me returned to the familiar hotel lobby again.

"Could it be that last night, I watched "The Age of Literature and Art"? Forget it, let's go find something to eat and digest it first. ”

Shaking his head a little confused, and soothing his stomach, which had already made a serious protest for the second time, Wu Yu decided to put aside the question and go out to forage for food first.

"Anyway, as long as the second purpose of "Let Go of That Witch" is updated normally, it really can't be done, and you can take the initiative to travel to the book and eat directly. ”

On second thought, for now, the reality of being on the verge of bankruptcy is the primary contradiction.

…………

With a little pity in the disdain of the owner of the roadside steamed bun shop, Wu Yu finally bought five cold white flour steamed buns that the steamed bun shop didn't sell in the morning for two yuan after some difficult reasoning.

With the mineral water, Wu Yu devoured the steamed buns, and at the same time followed the navigation all the way to the entrance of the Provincial Museum.

Successfully received the free ticket to the museum with his student ID, and Wu Yu, who was biting the steamed bun with his head down and preparing to enter the door, felt that the light in front of him was suddenly blocked.

"Food is not allowed in the building. ”

A tall security guard in a light gray uniform, with a serious and scary complexion, stood in front of him. Glancing at the steamed bun in Wu Yu's hand, the uncle knocked on the public notice board on the side and said.

"Well, reasonable, huh...... Well, listen to me, this is not a thing for me. ”

Trying to swallow the steamed bun in his mouth, Wu Yu raised his head very sincerely and showed a reasonable expression.

"Besides, don't you think that on a sunny day, steamed buns match the atmosphere of the museum? Okay, I'm in a hurry to learn about the long history of this land without eating lunch. ”

“………”

The expressionless uncle looked down at the strange boy in front of him who was wearing a finely made school uniform, but he was holding a steamed bun in one hand and mineral water in the other, and his eyes revealed a strange boy who was poor.

——These days, fewer and fewer children want to visit museums alone——

After pondering for a while, his originally stern gaze softened, his frowning brows also relaxed, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, he turned sideways to get out of the way, and motioned for Wu Yu to go inside.

"Eat slowly, don't choke, don't reach out and touch the things in the museum, don't wander around. There is still half a day left, and it is probably not enough to read it all, so I suggest you plan your trade-offs first. ”

"Thank you, don't worry, I won't trouble you. ”

Nodding his head quickly and thanking him, Wu Yu trotted all the way into the museum with his eyes shining.

…………

Since yesterday, when he watched "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation", he once again inadvertently engraved a corner of the plot of the novel world, and consumed his own worldview experience to build the crystal rail train that galloped in the great wilderness.

Wu Yu found that the existence of the so-called experience and worldview, which is usually just the way people express it, seemed to be able to vaguely see an outline in his heart.

At first, it was a very vague cosmic starry sky.

With a little concentration, it shrinks to a slightly more vivid blue planet.

Then there is the map of China with obvious outlines and the appearance of roosters with mountains and rivers.

Among them, the mountain city surrounded by two rivers has a distinct realistic painting style, not only the buildings and streets are angular.

More importantly, unlike other regions, this city is alive, and if you concentrate on it, Wu Yu can listen to countless noisy and orderly voices and stories—those information that he has been exposed to in his life in this city for more than ten years.

Now, as his footsteps extended, another city began to come alive in his heart, Star City.

The same hot weather, similar spicy tastes, but with completely different slightly antique architectural styles, and people who sound softer in timbre and speed.

And, of course, there's the corner of the reinforced concrete building under construction, with its terrible urban legend of a cement mixer.

If you walk the streets before, you are constantly sketching the scene of the city that emerges from Kureha's world view, and painting the colors that float on the surface and point to point. Therefore, most of the glimpses that came from yesterday afternoon's short journey have been completely consumed in the formation of the plot scenes of the novel, and I can't really remember them.

Then the moment he walked into the museum, all the colors instantly precipitated, and the original flashy city scene really began to condense into a physical entity and take root in the depths of his heart.

Those world experiences that had been consumed and only frame memories were also absorbed and filled into the world in Wu Yu's heart, and the invisible began to recover little by little.

"Seeing and hearing and understanding are really complementary to each other, but there is a world of difference. ”

Walking through the museum full of history, Wu Yu nodded silently and summed up.

The energy from the microcosm of the historical accumulation of a huge province, the groundbreaking precipitation of information that erupted in his barren worldview experience cannot be ignored, and the fact that there was no spatial rift in the Lanlan Road store last night, these undoubtedly strongly corroborate his speculation.

If you can't complete the brain supplement, you can't read books for ordinary people at most, and for him, a bookworm, he may not only destroy himself in the end, but also destroy the world of fiction and the real world together.

one's own limited experience is always the shackle of infinite imagination - the summer insect is indescribable, and it is roughly so pale.