Chen Yu: Please.

How could you not lose weight if you read this kind of book every day?

He is pretty good at losing weight. After all, he can make you fat if you lose weight. What if you get bald? He is young.

When Chen Yu was distracted, his mind was in chaos.

He didn't want to think about any literary issues at all, but began to think about the meaning of life and some things he wouldn't have thought about before.

Does everyone in this world use a variety of techniques to write articles?

Didn’t these literati get so excited that they don’t want to use skills when writing the paper, but just want to speak directly about their thoughts?

It's impossible.

Chen Yu couldn't imagine that when a literati saw his home being burned, he could calm down and write an article without personal subjective emotions, and simply use various techniques to describe his house lost.

Unless it is a robot, people have three emotions and six desires, how can they not reflect it in their writing?

Chen Yu asked Dean Chen Xun again.

This time, Dean Chen Xun did not give Chen Yu to Ge again, but answered directly: "We may write a blank article in this situation you just mentioned."

"Bai Wen?"

Chen Yu had seen this word before when he was reading books, but he directly understood it as a novelty article and summarized it as a negative meaning. So he kept reading it smoothly and didn't stop to notice anything wrong.

"Baiwen refers to a style of writing that simply describes a certain fact. Generally, we do not include it in the category of literature. It is widely used in life, such as daily news, street advertisements, and daily diaries. It does not have literary beauty, nor has a therapeutic level."

Chen Yu understood a little, isn’t this just official document?

A document that is not even a press release is not considered a slight emotional color.

Dean Chen Xun: "When we talked about your previous articles, we originally thought of summing them into special white articles, but after all, there are still many skills in your articles, so no matter how you look at them, it is still considered a formal literary chapter."

After pausing, President Chen Xun suddenly remembered the third edition of the manuscript handed over by Chen Yu before.

That version of the manuscript is full of spiritual energy, but there is no skill in it...

Since there was no skill, why did they be sure that this was a literary chapter rather than a white article?

Baiwen does not have the level of treatment, but only literary chapters can be found.

Chen Yu's articles are like a style that forcefully combines the two... Is that the case?

So Chen Yu's article's treatment level is unstable?

Dean Chen Xun's pupils trembled, as if they had seen through some kind of confusion and had a new view on their understanding of something.

Holding the urgency in his heart, saying goodbye to Chen Yu, Dean Chen Xun hurried to find relevant people to start a new round of discussion.

Chen Yu was confused.

From ancient times to the present, many literary styles have emerged from the lower class people and then gradually promoted them to the upper class aristocratic literature.

The most famous one is lyrics. At first it was called Shiyu, just a gadget sung by the fireworks in the city.

After many years of turning around, it soon reached its peak in the Song Dynasty. Any literati who can't write lyrics is so funny that people can't laugh at them.

Nowadays, the world's literary world has reached an excessive level of emphasis on skills. Everything will turn back, and the importance of emotions will surely be reflected in the future.

Now I think about it, will this kind of bud emerge from the white text that is not accepted by the literary world?

After all, mainstream literature is a solid piece, and white text is more convenient for lyricism.

Chen Yu touched his chin and felt that something was possible.

It turns out that when the children learned to write articles, wouldn’t the repertoire that they had just begun to remember was called “white text” in this world?

In the National Heart Care Home.

Nie Dun frowned and said, "Bai Wen?"

"Yes, the news provided by Xiaoyao Institute has already started researching in this direction. And they mentioned that Chen Yu may have a new work published in the near future, which will be more helpful to our current research."

The white coats sat around, and Nie Dun, who was in the upper hand, said in a deep voice: "Is there any progress?"

There was an incident of unstable level in the treatment text. I looked at it with contempt and fooled it.

So until now, except for a small group of people who are worried, there has not been much reaction in society.

But they, professionals, know that if they focus on the meaning behind this matter, then the involvement will be very huge.

So even though there is no progress at all, their research has not stopped.

"Is it just a coincidence, like a joke made by a god?"

"The reason why coincidence is coincidental is its uniqueness."

He stood up in a white coat: "Qingyun Magazine has been published, and there is Chen Yu's new work called "Chasing Meng". Xiaoyaoyuan is probably talking about this."

Nie Dun sighed, waved his hand, and signaled to continue his research.

A cloud of fog and a shadow, it is impossible to see through, and it is impossible to distinguish clearly.

Everyone is moving forward in a daze. When studying, they are just hammering things. They don’t know what the way forward is, nor do they know what to do.

The culprit Chen Yu is now gnawing on the flesh and bones, and he has no idea how big a problem he has caused to the people in this world.

The director squatted in front of him and watched him eat: "Can you gain a little weight?"

Chen Yu felt aggrieved: "I'm already eating meat."

In the past, Chen Yu was also a standard home squat.

When I don’t like cooking, I buy takeaways.

Snacks will not be cut off, and midnight snacks will not be short, but they just won’t gain weight.

So many times a year at writers' gatherings, after returning, a group of angry colleagues added a fat man named Chen to the article.

"I just checked that you have nothing wrong with your health. Why did you lose weight so quickly when you were punished? Is there something wrong with you?"

Chen Yu wiped the gravy from the corner of his mouth: "No."

There is really no. When he first came to this nursing home, he might still be thinking about the debt he had to pay, worrying about living expenses for school, and his future stay.

But now my debt has been paid off and my living expenses are enough. There are several ways for him to choose from in the future.

Life is so comfortable, how could you still be thinking about things in your heart?

The director obviously didn't believe it, but he also knew that this kind of adolescent middle school thing cannot be forced to ask, and the more he asked, the less he said it.

So he simply saved the country in a row. Since Chen Yu didn't say he was unhappy, he just made him happy without asking, hoping to make him fat and wash away his stigma.

The director stood up and put a book bag in front of Shen Yu: "I just went out and wandered around and picked up a few new magazines in the newspaper booth, you can take a look."
Chapter completed!