Twenty years later, countless high-rise buildings will be built in all cities across China. When workers return home from work, they do not need to climb stairs one by one. They only need to lightly press the numbers representing the floors, and the elevator will run quickly.
,send people to the floor they want to go to...
Twenty years later, the streets will be full of cars, and every working-class family can afford to buy a car of their own, and it will be a domestic car produced in our own country...
Twenty years later, the streets are full of gourmet restaurants, and there are many people who love food. They make all kinds of delicious food. Everyone can eat food from all over the world with only a small amount of money.
gourmet food……
Twenty years later...
Wang Debao originally thought that writing was a very complicated, difficult, and painful thing, because in his previous life, he only wrote compositions when he was in junior high school. As a result, he held back a class and failed to write a full 300-word narrative.
.After that, Wang Debao never had any writing experience. Instead, he often read free novels on various free apps.
Perhaps it was one of the benefits of being reborn. Before he started writing, Wang Debao's mind was still empty. There was not much specific content, and he didn't even have a clear writing direction... But when the tip of the pen landed on the manuscript paper,
As if there was no need to go through the brain, line after line of text appeared on the manuscript paper.
Before he knew it, Wang Debao had written almost three thousand words... His brain was always in an empty state, as if he was not thinking the whole time, but the pen was running automatically.
Wang Debao himself was surprised. He didn't expect that writing could be so easy.
Well, it also has something to do with what he wrote... He is a reborn person, and he knows the appearance of the city very clearly in the past twenty years, so he doesn't need to think about it at all, he can just describe the appearance in his memory.
Of course, description is also a kind of writing ability, but Wang Debao found it very easy, and it felt like it was easy to pick up.
"Brother, you have been sitting all afternoon, what are you writing?" Wang Yun didn't know when she stood on the table, curiously pulled the table, held her head high, and looked at Wang Debao's manuscript paper.
Wang Debao was startled, and then he realized that it was already four o'clock in the afternoon... He sat at the desk for three hours without moving his buttocks, and he didn't feel the passage of time at all.
In three hours, I wrote about 3,000 words from scratch, which is simply... a super state!
"I'm writing a composition... Do you want to learn to write a composition?" Wang Debao saw his sister standing on tiptoes, trying to see her manuscript paper, so she quietly changed the subject.
"Think!" Wang Yun's eyes suddenly lit up.
"My Yunyun is great!" Wang Debao calmly guided: "Then you should read more about the essay selection. Those essays that can be published are all very excellent works. You should memorize them first, brother.
Can I teach you specific techniques again?"
"Okay!" Wang Yun had no doubts at all and excitedly went to look for compositions on the bookshelf.
Xue Mei stood at the door, watching all this, and silently glared at Wang Debao.
Wang Debao showed no guilt and explained confidently: "Aunt Xue, don't believe me. When Teacher Zeng comes, ask her personally. Not only writing essays, but other writing courses, including college papers, are also such a learning process.
Start learning from famous classic works first. Only then will you have a direction and framework in mind, and then you will know how to learn the next step."
Xue Mei glanced at Wang Debao suspiciously, and seeing that he didn't look like he was trying to fool a little girl, she said, "What kind of composition did you write? Let me take a look."
Wang Debao pondered for a moment. Although he was very ashamed in his heart, he pretended to be calm on the surface. He handed over the manuscript and said: "Aunt Xue, you have to keep it a secret... After taking Ping An to visit tomorrow, you will go back first.
Come on, let me find someone to help me read the manuscript."
Xue Mei was stunned and said in disbelief: "You mean, you plan to..."
Before the word "submission" could be uttered, Wang Debao waved his hand to interrupt: "Don't make any noise for now. We'll talk about it later."
"Okay!" Xue Mei was immediately ecstatic.
Unexpectedly, Wang Debao was planning to submit the manuscript as she had just guessed... If he could pass the manuscript, then Wang Debao would be a writer!
Wang Yun was standing on tiptoe, digging through the bookshelf to find a composition selection. When she heard the conversation between the two people behind her, she asked curiously: "Aunt Xue, what did my brother write?"
Xue Mei said: "You are still young and can't understand what adults have written. Listen to your brother and start learning from selected classic compositions by famous writers. When your teacher Zeng comes, give her a surprise."
Wang Yun immediately clapped her hands happily and her attention shifted instantly.
Xue Mei regretted it so much that she wanted to slap herself in the mouth... Why did she mention Teacher Zeng again? Big mouth! She should be slapped!
Such a beautiful Chinese teacher, even a woman likes her, let alone Wang Debao, a hot-blooded young man... But if Wang Debao falls in love with Zeng Peiqi, what will happen to my Noonuo? I'm still thinking about getting married.
We must not let Xiaobao and Teacher Zeng get along well, absolutely not!
But it’s not okay not to let Teacher Zeng come. What should I do if Yunyun can’t keep up with the progress of her homework?
Xue Mei suddenly fell into a dilemma.
Wang Debao took the opportunity to get the manuscript back, and then found that there was no stapler and the eight pieces of manuscript paper were somewhat scattered... He had to press it under the book. Wang Debao reopened a piece of manuscript paper and began to write an outline.
The outline is much simpler. Wang Debao simply described his writing ideas and finished it on one piece of paper.
This time, Wang Debao consciously entered the super divine state. He was a little uncomfortable at first, but he soon got used to it... Wang Debao discovered that once he focused his mental power on one thing, his mind would automatically block the surroundings.
Focus on all the movement and movement, and then the efficiency of doing things will be doubled.
The outline of more than 300 words was exactly one page, and Wang Debao wrote non-stop for thirty minutes before it was all finished.
That is to say, there is no keyboard now, otherwise Wang Debao feels that he can finish the work in five minutes.
It's a pity that the Chinese character typewriters of this era were designed to be very anti-human. Today's computers are still DOS systems. Not only do they not have a Chinese version, even character typing software has not been invented yet.
So when it comes to writing and submitting manuscripts, I still have to write them by hand in the past ten years...Wang Debao doesn't want to learn Wubi or natural code. He just wants to wait until the most down-to-earth Pinyin input method is invented before using a computer to type.
After putting away the manuscript paper, Wang Debao looked at the time. At 4:40 pm, it was time to cook.
In the yard, Gu Ping'an, who had been working as a human-shaped wooden stake all afternoon, saw Wang Debao roll up his sleeves and walk into the kitchen. He suddenly seemed to come alive, and like a little tail, he followed Wang Debao into the kitchen excitedly.
Wang Yun was in her brother's room, holding an anthology of essays, scratching her head and scratching her head as she read... She didn't know many of the words, so she went to find Xue Nuo if she was anxious.
Xue Nuo wanted to go to the kitchen and learn from Wang Debao's cooking skills. She thought that in this way Wang Debao would not have to waste precious time cooking for everyone... But Wang Yun pulled her away, and she did not have the courage to refuse, so she had to
He sat down angrily and read selected essays to Wang Yun in a low voice.
"Sister Nuonuo, are you angry?" Wang Yun noticed Xue Nuo pouting and asked curiously.
"I didn't." Xue Nuo calmed down his expression and continued reading the composition.
Wang Yun tilted her head and thought for a while, then suddenly ran out and called Gu Ping'an: "Gu, didn't you promise to play with us?"
Gu Pingan's face was filled with astonishment. He followed the direction of Wang Yun's finger and looked at the rubber bands lying on the ground under the big tree in the yard.
Gu Ping'an's expression suddenly collapsed, but he had agreed to Wang Yun after all. Naturally, he was a man and could never fail to keep his word... So he had no choice but to put on the rubber band again with a hopeless expression on his face.
Put it on your own leg.
Wang Yun happily rushed into the house, pulled Xue Nuo up and walked into the yard: "Sister Nuonuo, don't be angry. Look, Xiao Gu is standing, let's continue jumping rubber bands."
The corner of Xue Nuo's mouth twitched, and she almost cried... I have been dancing for three hours, and my calves are cramped, okay? I really don't want to dance anymore!
However, Wang Yun insisted that her sister Nuonuo was not happy because she had not danced to the fullest, so she urged Xue Nuo to continue dancing and read her composition when she was done.
Xue Nuo had a collapsed expression on his face and almost cried... No, no, I'm not unhappy, I'm so happy! I don't want to jump rubber bands, I just miss composition, and I love reading composition.