The Year of Rebirth

World Literature Network?

The finger sliding the screen stopped, and Su Liunian pulled back the information he had just pulled.

The World Literature Network was established two hundred years ago. It is a worldwide literary website jointly built after the alliance of various countries. It is divided into multiple national sections. The state has set up special departments for management and has branches in each city.

The World Literature Network is divided into various sections and has many sections, covering various literary forms, and is committed to creating literature that belongs to the world. Among them, Huaxia is the main focus.

Su Liunian didn’t understand the ten famous families in the alliance and the seven chaebols in China. He always ignored these things that were very far away from his life, even though the Su family was one of the seven chaebols. , And ranked seventh.

Just looking at the Su Liunian who he wanted to see shined in front of him, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips. For him now, it couldn't be more timely.

After opening the web page and inquiring about laws and regulations on writing and copyright, Su Liunian made the decision.

Entering the password to open the personal panel, he looked at the account silently, his eyes swept over the name, still feeling a little alienated, but he sighed weakly.

The original owner of this body is also the owner of those memories, with the same name as him, also called "Su Liunian".

The boy's mother hesitated when he named him, but in the end he decided on "the fleeting year" instead of "Xuannian" according to the family typography.

After reducing the approximate tuition fees, Su Liunian calculated that the remaining money was enough for him to support him for a long time, and in the end it was gratifying to be able to last a month. But after that, he is afraid that he will not even be able to rent the government's low-rent housing, even if the rent is very small.

Worried about his future life, Su Liunian strangled his idea of ​​going out for a walk to better understand the world and then plunged into the bottomless abyss.

Then I opened the World Literature Network and started the struggle.

First of all, he needs to understand what excellent literary works in the world have so far.

Knowing yourself and the enemy can survive all battles. Without understanding the literary composition of this world, Su Liunian feels that he can't do anything about it. Writing articles is actually a very sacred thing. For an author, constructing a world for readers to experience the feeling, writing a story to tell their feelings, these are the things they are most willing to do.

But at present Su Liunian is very short of money. One month later is the day when he fills out his volunteers. If he can't make any money before that, he will really have to live on the streets.

So what he has to write by hand now is not to write what he wants to say, but to cater to the readers. At any rate, he first hit the reputation. Only if he is not starved to death as a prerequisite, all the following things can be established.

Selecting a few articles that have been on the recommended list for a long time, Su Liunian retracted into the bed, ready to fight for several days and nights.

——————

The sunlight outside the house was just right, and the floor was halo through the window. On the small bed in the center of the room, a furry head protruded from the white sheet.

His hair was tangled up, and the large T-shirt hung diagonally on his body, making the young man thin. With his eyes half-closed, because he felt the warm sunshine, the boy sat on the pillow he used as a pillow.

Accompanying the teenager with a "beautiful" face, if this scene is painted, it must have a special charm. It's just that the faint black cyan color under the boy's eyes instantly ruined the slightly fresh scenery.

Su Liunian has been reading novels day and night for a week, and he has probably browsed through the works of aunt-level works in the world.

The story that made people want to finish reading in one breath flows in front of him like water. This week, Su Liunian has been tossed thoroughly enough, until not long ago, he stopped, sighed and opened his eyes. If I didn't open it, I fell asleep on the bed and fell asleep.

After summarizing, Su Liunian's conclusion is still beneficial to him.

Although there are many literary works in this world, there are really few fine works, and those that can be called classics were all rescued in that world-destroying disaster. In terms of the current average level of the gods on the World Literature Network, Su Liunian feels he is still confident.

So after a week, Su Liunian logged onto the World Literature Network again, and then chose the author to apply.

The author application of the World Literature Network is bound to the dna whose citizen’s identity code has been recorded. Each person can only register one author number. Once the author’s pen name is registered, the author’s pen name cannot be changed. If you want to leave, you can commit suicide with a pen name and " There are two options for “Seal Pen”.

Once the former is executed, all works under this pseudonym will be deleted, and all records will disappear, which can be said to be a very extreme way; while the latter is a little more gentle, and the author can reopen the number through an application after sealing the pen, although The process is complicated, but the advantage is that the article can be retained without affecting the reader's reading.

But those who make these two choices rarely do this. In this era, the pen name is actually more of a sacred belief for the authors.

Standing on the virtual network, Su Liunian’s eyes dripped down and ripples appeared in the void. As the amount of water increased, a curtain of water appeared in front of his eyes. The ink and ink fonts slowly appeared above the curtain, which is a freehand brushwork. Wen" word.

The curtain of water gurgled and trembled suddenly, wrapping Su Liunian's people in the water.

Not long after, a gentle female voice rang in her ears.

"Identity information has been entered, do you start filling in the author's information?"

Su Liunian clicked the "confirm" button above the floating water layer in front of him.

"Starting to fill in the author information, please enter a pen name."

Su Liunian's eyes flickered slightly, and he typed the four characters "Paper fleeting" in the input box.

"The pen name is not repeated, please choose the author's profile picture."

Su Liunian directly chose the dark picture.

"Please fill in your personal profile."

Su Liunian thought for a moment, then raised his hand and typed the sentence.

"I want to write a world that belongs to me."

He wanted to remember that memory in this way, and also wanted to make it known, rather than rotten in his heart. Sooner or later, he will let the past world reappear in his pen.

"The information is completed, please confirm again."

Click to confirm.

"Information generation, the user's personal information is opened to the highest level of confidentiality. After registration is completed, please upload your work within three months."

The water layer in front of him fell directly under his feet in the next second and disappeared without a trace.

Su Liunian stared at the ground under his feet for a moment, then smiled, letting himself fall on the pure white ground, slowly sinking into it.

When he opened his eyes, the water curtain was floating in front of him, but although it looked like, it was very flat and there was no water ripple. And the interface opened in front of him is the author's control interface of World Literature Network.

What he sees now, everything actually comes from the pair of glasses he is wearing at the moment, which is the optical brain. These images are virtualized by a light brain, that is to say, he is currently in the virtual network.

Su Liunian did not comment on the level of science and technology in this world. He opened the author's overriding interface, logged into the forum of World Literature Network, found the group number of a discussion group, and then logged into a chat software similar to □□. Go in.

Naturally, his predecessor would not have these softwares. He was basically isolated from the world. Even the optical brain used by Su Liunian was bought by him ruthlessly. It is already very old-fashioned.

What chat software "qwq" or software similar to "Weibo" has never been in contact with the original body. This is cheaper than Su Liunian. There are no netizens, and he doesn't bother to pretend to be the original body.

The only relatives left of that young man in this world are probably the father and the two older brothers who often hear his mother mention...

But if they didn't come to the door, Su Liunian put it aside for the time being.

After the application was approved, Su Liunian successfully penetrated the enemy.

To write a book that can be liked, the first condition must be to attract people to look at it. He doesn't have time to investigate which subject matter is the most popular now, or which type of article is more popular, so the most direct and easy way is to mix in some readers.

[Capturing the wild god--Xiao Zin_(:3」∠)_It’s terrible to panic...I need mental feeding

[Red Apricot Comes Out of the Wall-Happy] Only provide the satisfaction of the flesh, and if the spirit is empty, I am sorry and there is nothing I can do. . It’s better to come to my bowl, I am ♂full♂foot♂you♂

[When spring comes a few times-quickly] The red apricot blossoms outside the wall, and there are a few dishes in the bowl (⊙w⊙`)

[Capture the wild god---Xiao Zin upstairs show affection, be careful and divide quickly o(￣ヘ￣o#)

[Qing Qing Wu's life-Little Tears] You are so soulless! Didn't you see the newcomer! I'm scared away again, I'm not over with you! Pick up all the morals on the ground!ヽ(`Д)

【Capturing the wild god--Xiao Zinc (⊙o⊙) newcomer!

【The fleeting years are not good】……

[When spring comes a few times-quickly] Yeah, is the newcomer Xiaozhengtai or Xiaoli, please molest your uncle ╮(╯3╰)╭

[Every day in trouble-Su Su] Is it okay to change the name like this? Also, uncle, if you want to ♂ over ♂ degree, you won’t be able to post it~

[Apricot comes out of the wall-happy] Puff, the molester Renheng molested o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓

[Capturing the wild god--Xiao Zin always comes to the newcomer and hugs his thighs! ! ! Seeking recommendation text! ! !

[I’m in a famine every day--Su Su] I’m in a famine... I really don’t want to be hungry or choose food...

[When spring comes a few times-quickly] Is this a black-bellied beauty?~~~(~﹃~)~ Hey I like it. If you want to believe that your uncle is healthy, you can try it

[Every day in the wasteland--Su Su] It’s easier to be unhealthy than healthy. I still have the time to lift the knife and press the toilet to flush it away ^_^

[A few shots when spring comes-quickly]...

[Qing Qing Wu's life-Little Tears] It is really necessary to blacken to cure this group of trivial goods and relieve the hatred! The newcomer hugs thighs, please be sure to stay here qaq...I can't cure them by myself.

[I’m in trouble every day--Su Su] Just call me Su Su... As long as the head of the room doesn’t kick me out, I won’t go away^_^

[Apricot comes out of the wall---willingly] The name looks like a girl... No wonder it's so cruel...

[Every day in trouble-Su Su] This is the surname... because I couldn't think of any nickname... I'm from a man...

[Qing Qing Wu's life-little tears] Su Su, one! I'm Mr. Xiaolei! Just at Susu and I have a surname, I am covering you! If these perverts dare to tease you, you will castrate them!

[The red apricot comes out of the wall---willingly]...There is an ominous premonition...

[Every day in trouble-Su Su] Then I'm not welcome ^_^ By the way... What is my destiny?

[Qing Qing Wu's life--little tears] King Su ~\\\\\\\\\\\\\\(≧▽≦)/~Qing Qing is not one of the most perfect people in the world !

[Capture the wild god--Xiao Zinc is broken... Susu, you stepped on the thunder! Retreat! As soon as the manager gets up, he will start to use Su Xuanqing's photos to swipe the screen! ∑(っ°Д°;)っ

[Every day in trouble-Su Su] Su... Xuan Qing?

[Several shots when spring comes-quickly] Humph! Isn't it a dead face and arrogant one! Every day will only take pleasure in torturing people!

[Apricot comes out of the wall-happy] Beware of being dragged by the head of the room, saying bad things about King Su in front of her is absolutely heinous.

[When spring comes a few shots-quickly] It's okay, when she gets up, she will see Su Xuanqing's eyes, and no one can enter except the man.

[Every day in the wasteland-Su Su]...

Because the head of the room really started to use Su Xuanqing's photo to refresh the screen, Su Liunian still quit the chat room silently, feeling mixed for a while.

The face in the photo is familiar because of the memories brought by the teenager, but also strange because of him. Although he doesn’t know much, Su Liunian still clearly remembers that this man named Su Xuanqing is this body. The second brother in name.

King Su...

Taking off the light brain, he stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom and looked at the body...can't help but lower his eyes.

Showbiz...Entertainment...

Su Liunian poured cold water on his face.

For such a circle, he still can't let go...