6 May 2016.

Chen Feng crossed.

After straightening his somewhat messy clothes, with the still jerky memories in his mind, he walked back home with an indifferent face. It was a modest house, located in a slum, that matched his washed white shirt.

When he sat down in the shabby chair and smelled the slightly damp musty smell, he had a blank look on his face and said.

"I'm ...... Crossed the ...... Is it? Anyway, it's always good to survive. ”

He began to contain the impact of memory fragments in his mind without saying a word, and everything about this world, this person, slowly spread out in front of his eyes like a picture scroll.

Soon, his eyes sharpened, and there was a strange look in them.

Today, June 6, 2016, but the meaning is completely different.

Here, it was similar to the world before him, but it was very different.

Since the First World War, the pattern of the world has undergone earth-shaking changes, the scale of the war is far beyond everyone's imagination, while bringing endless suffering, the fruits of the first industrial revolution have been racked and used in weapons, and the second industrial revolution is delayed in the future.

In the thirteenth year, a meteorite fell from the sky, and the end of the world came.

Since that year, the earth has officially entered the era of destruction, and human civilization, which has lagged behind because of the war, has been vulnerable in the face of disasters and rapidly collapsed.

At the same time, in order to survive, the evolutionary history of mankind has completely gone a different way.

The Era of Destruction, the Era of Genesis, and the present Era of the Common Era.

With the rapid development of science and technology, humanity has regressed step by step.

After implementing the plan to transform the earth's environment, human beings have conquered the moon, Mars and other foreign regions in order to ensure living space.

Under this endless test of survival, human beings have developed and grown to the extreme, but they have ignored the meaning of their own existence.

This is an era of declining civilization.

"There is no civilization, just to live for the sake of survival, what is the point of such a life?" Finally, one day, the people who came to their senses let out such a lamentation.

Another revolution has emerged, an era in which the whole people construct civilization.

In 1983, with the strong will of tens of billions of people, the federal government passed the Supreme Act, which set the construction of civilization as the highest goal of mankind, and the first step was to start with literature that everyone could participate in.

Literature, music, these things in the disaster by word of mouth, can be passed on, the rest, all annihilated, and the talent required by music is undoubtedly a huge threshold, only literature, can reach the point of national participation.

Poet, essayist, novelist...... The status of the literati has been elevated to the extreme.

At the same time, with the support of literature, opera, movies, and games also began to sprout, and history is recorded as the era of literary torrent.

In 2016, it seems that we are in the midst of a literary flood era.

"It's really a deformed world, human beings have sacrificed too much in order to survive, and now it is just at ease, but it is extremely barren in terms of life and entertainment, the Internet has just begun to be built, and literature and music have become the mainstream culture. Movies, games, etc., the picture is good enough with the support of technology, but due to the script, the ability to tell the story is too poor. ”

Chen Feng commented on the world of his previous life, and his heart suddenly became hot.

In his previous life, he claimed to be a writer, with millions of codewords. It took more than two years to sharpen myself before I signed the first book, and the fate after that is needless to say, it is naturally a street.

He knows very well that he may not have the talent in this area, but this is a dream, although most people call it not doing his job, Chen Feng still insisted, but it seems to have little effect.

The so-called dreams are often unattainable.

After waking up, everything seems to have changed, the only thing that remains unchanged is that his dream is still there, and this world provides a broader stage for his dream, Chen Feng at this moment is excited.

"I used to always watch Korean entertainment and Hong Kong entertainment, thinking that even if I wore it, I might not be able to become a big director or something, at most, I used a few books from my memory to become a well-known online writer. This is absolutely amazing, and writing has become the most noble profession in this world, much better than Spielberg, Cameron and others in the original world. There are talented people with outstanding literary talents, and they are comparable to world-class greats here, and I don't know if I have that opportunity. ”

While combing through his memories, Chen Feng muttered yearningly.

The owner of this body is now eighteen, perhaps in the dark, he is also called Chen Feng, a senior in high school, and an orphan at the same time.

Relying on a meager handout, it is no wonder that he ended up in such a field.

Chen Feng glanced at the dilapidated house he was in with some disgust, although he was not a rich family in his previous life, he had never been troubled by life, such a house was really unaccustomed to living.

After washing his face, looking at the somewhat handsome face in the mirror, Chen Feng fell into deep thought.

It is more appropriate to say that it is contemplative, and it is more appropriate to call it YY, in such a world, Chen Feng, as a former writer, seems to be full of possibilities in the future. ，

"Dididi."

The loud bell interrupted his thoughts, and Chen Feng subconsciously looked at the brick-like communication tool at the head of the bed, which seemed to be rough, but in fact, uh, it was indeed rough.

So when Chen Feng saw a fuzzy holographic projection from the top of the brick, although he had been mentally prepared, he was still shocked by the technological level of the world.

This communicator that looks like a brick, in fact, is just "Chen Feng" turned out of the garbage heap, regardless of the degree of damage, the style is antique from decades ago (refer to the black and white mobile phone more than ten years ago), but it can achieve holographic projection technology to achieve face-to-face dialogue between real people.

"Hey, Xiao Chen, the deadline is in a few days, when will your manuscript about love be delivered? This is an opportunity that I fought for you with great difficulty, so don't mess it up. The figure above the brick was the first to speak.

Because of the machine, Chen Feng couldn't see the specific appearance of the figure clearly, only that it was a man in his forties.

After searching in his memory, Chen Feng knew that this man's name was Hong Xie, and he was his Chinese teacher.

The Chinese teacher here is very different from Chen Feng's impression, in the era of literary torrent, anyone who has a relationship with literature is an honor, not to mention the teacher who teaches literature, and the status is absolutely high.

The reason why Hong Xie found himself was because Chen Feng's family background was not good, and second, Chen Feng's usual performance was quite good.

In the past, Mr. Hong took good care of Chen Feng, and this time he specially found a part-time job for Chen Feng to write a manuscript.

Writing, this is an errand that others can't envy, not only with high pay, but also with a lot of honors, and even being photographed, directly solving the work problem in the second half of his life.

The only drawback is that it is troublesome, since it is the era of literary torrent, the literary standard of the whole world is too poor, and it is really difficult for people in this world to write a good manuscript.

As Hong Xie, it took a lot of thought to ask for such an errand for Chen Feng, and if the level of Chen Feng's manuscript was too poor, he would also be rejected.

Manuscript?

Chen Feng thought about it and took out a few pieces of paper full of words from the drawer, not surprisingly, this was the manuscript written by Chen Feng before.

"So you've finished writing, so you'll pass it on to me later." Hong Xie urged.

"Okay," Chen Feng replied subconsciously, and after a glance at the situation, he immediately changed his words: "No, I think there are still some things that need to be changed." ”

"Changes?" Hong Xie asked suspiciously, but soon showed a relieved expression and said, "Okay, you have to hand it over to me tomorrow, otherwise you won't be able to catch up." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Hong." Chen Feng replied politely.

"You work hard, don't be too stressed." Hong Xie said with a smile.

The communicator dimmed, and the projection disappeared.

Chen Feng exhaled lightly and lay down on the bed, the reason why he changed his words was because at that glance, he could almost conclude that the few pieces of paper in his hand were absolutely rotten.

"For the sake of love, he can throw away everything, including the glory that is within reach; But for the sake of love, he had to walk on this road alone and accept the established results; It's all about love and he doesn't really know what to do......"

The writing is rough and the plot is boring.

Even the little white text in Chen Feng's impression is inferior, and even some places can't read smoothly at all.

The development of the story is basically a line to the end, without the slightest twist.

What's even more powerless for him to complain about is that the beginning is the comparison, you think this is a writing essay, and after reading the whole article, this paragraph is still the best paragraph written.

"It seems that I underestimated the technology of this world and overestimated the cultural level of this world, I was wrong." Chen Feng groaned.

He threw the 3,000-word manuscript in the trash, picked up the pen, and sat down at the desk to spread out a blank sheet of paper again.

"Hehe, writing about love, I don't know if I was called a humanoid tear gas when I was in high school."

Chen Feng remembered the glorious days when he won the applause of his classmates with his literary talents in high school, and immediately smiled happily, and after a little thought, he wrote the first paragraph of the opening paragraph.

I was worried about hurting the Sanskrit line, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain.

The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise.