Mr. Ji's morning star

Chapter 117 The author is a young man
Mr. Yue was completely attracted by the calligraphy on the computer screen. After reading it intently for a while, he excitedly asked Ji Mochen, "Where's the original copy?"

"Take it out and show me." Mr. Yue's eyes lit up, and when he saw his beloved toy with the child, he couldn't hide his anticipation at all, "This is a brand new system, I've never seen it before, The character key is unusual!"

Mr. Yue Lao loves calligraphy and ancient prose, and he is really good at it.Unlike Mr. Ji, who was a general who fought in wars in his early years, he only started to cultivate himself in his later years. He learned how to make tea and play chess with these old friends.

If Mr. Ji is an arty martial artist, then Mr. Yue is a serious scholar.

Facing Mr. Yue's desire, Ji Mochen said: "I haven't got the original yet."

Old Mr. Yue's face showed disappointment visible to the naked eye.

Ji Mochen asked: "What does Yue Lao think of the person who wrote this word?"

"Huh?" Mr. Yue raised his spirits again, "You don't know this person, but you got his name?"

Ji Mochen said: "I haven't seen it."

For this elder, he is also considered half a friend regardless of age.

Ji Mochen explained the situation to him, "The author who claims to be 'Descendants of the Dragon' seems to know my situation very well, but I don't know anything about him."

"These two characters are the name of this book, and this book is also something I want to show Mr. Yue."

Mr. Yue just noticed another folder in the computer.

He was attracted by the calligraphy and pictures in a second, and he really didn't pay attention to the things in this folder.

Under Ji Mochen's introduction, Mr. Yue opened the WORD document in the folder.

Just reading the preface, Mr. Yue's expression became serious, he even forgot to sit down, and continued to read down with concentration.

Ji Mochen didn't bother him, and he read it with his mobile phone - he received Zhao Jieyu's email today, and he came to Mr. Yue before he had time to read it.

The old and the young don't bother each other in the study, and indulge in the stories in the book together.

The flow of time seems to have slowed down a lot.

However, the two of them didn't know that the author of the novel they were reading was right behind them, chatting and laughing with another person.

"Cough." Mr. Yue suddenly ouched.

Ji Mochen looked at him.

The old man sat on the chair and hammered his legs in distress.

Ji Mochen understood, he was so engrossed that his legs went numb from standing.

Mr. Yue, who was hammering his legs, was still staring at the computer, "I will print it out and read it on paper later. I am old and my eyes can't stand it."

"It's because I didn't think carefully." Ji Mochen said.

Mr. Yue shook his head, "It's not your problem, I'm fascinated by it."

"Achen, you really don't know this author?" Old Mr. Yue asked Ji Mochen.

Ji Mochen said: "So I want to ask Mr. Yue to help me think about it."

Mr. Yue: "What do you mean?"

Ji Mochen: "Based on Lao Yue's experience and reading perspective, what kind of person do you think the author of this book is?"

Mr. Yue pondered for a moment.

Ji Mochen was not in a hurry, and waited quietly.

About five or six minutes later, Mr. Yue said, "This 'descendant of the dragon' is no older than thirty."

Ji Mochen's eyes flashed brightly in an instant, as bright as a morning star, "How can a person who is no more than thirty write the essence of every word in the book."

"There will always be some geniuses in this world, and your own is one. Why can't you believe that there are geniuses in other fields." Mr. Yue laughed.He knew about Ji Mochen, and he knew that apart from military affairs, he also loved literature. "It is true that the essence of the words in the book cannot be understood by ordinary people, but the atmosphere revealed in the whole story is definitely not something that an old man of my age can write."

"Achen, you should feel it too." Mr. Yue sat on the chair, withdrew his leg-beating hand, and smiled at Ji Mochen: "The blood and passion revealed in the text, the affection between soldiers and brothers, hooked It resonates with people's hearts, and everything exudes a youthful vitality."

"If this book is given to me or other old people to write, the feeling of writing will be completely opposite. After the wars experienced by our generation, after time has passed, what remains in my heart is not without beauty, but more. It's still vicissitudes."

"When I say no more than 30 years old, it is a conservative estimate, and it may even be younger. That word is also written by this author. It has a strong character and a genre of its own. This is the same as the essence of the book. It makes people feel that this must have been passed through. Achievements after time has settled."

"But the writing is like a person, and the writing is like a book. It is full of vitality and ambition, and it must penetrate from the front of the writing. It is definitely not something for an old man who is about to enter the soil."

"This 'descendant of the dragon' is a young man. Whether it is a book or a word, he feels extremely contradictory. However, from his pen name, he can guess that he can have such a background at a young age. Maybe it is a master. .”

Ji Mochen also had similar guesses, but he couldn't be as certain as Mr. Yue.

The reason why he brought the works to Mr. Yue was not only to share with his confidant, but also because he wanted Mr. Yue to help him read the words and people.

Sure enough, Mr. Yue's morality in literature is a level higher than him.Only half an hour of reading and looking at the words can draw a complete conclusion.

"Trouble old Yue." Ji Mochen thanked him.

Mr. Yue said with a smile: "No trouble, thank you for helping me find this good work."

"Actually, if you give you more time, you can analyze it, but your thinking is limited by the famous quotes in the story. Besides, the author didn't deliberately hide himself too much, otherwise he can write this kind of story. If you want to pretend to be an old man, you may not be able to do it.”

After Mr. Yue finished speaking, he was full of curiosity and anticipation, and asked Ji Mochen: "Have you thought of who it might be? I would like to meet this young man, maybe I can make a friend who forgets the age."

Ji Mochen pondered for a minute, then shook his head, "I have no impression."

Mr. Yue sighed regretfully, looked at the text on the computer again, and suddenly said: "Actually, there is one more thing I didn't say, but I just think that the possibility is even lower. The content of this story is full of heroic spirit, but the text description can be deduced." Seeing the delicacy and beauty in it, it is possible that the author is a woman..."

Mr. Yue hadn't finished his hesitant whisper, but Ji Mochen didn't have the heart to listen clearly, and strode towards the window.

Mr. Yue was also taken aback by his sudden behavior, and looked at Ji Mochen inexplicably.

I saw Ji Mochen's expression was frozen, his eyes were as deep as abyss, and they were glowing coldly.

(End of this chapter)