"In this dark coal mine, tragedy continues to unfold, seemingly becoming a pattern.
There was a flash of sarcasm in the enemy's eyes. He knew that this nation was always used to endurance, but he was always smart and was an excellent student in the school. When the teacher said goodbye to him, he gave him a wooden sword with the words "Just like the morning dew falling on the earth, the gentle breeze and cherry blossoms wither with the spring." He didn't understand why the teacher gave him a famous mourning poem. It was probably the teacher's last question. Not long after he came here, he heard that the teacher hanged himself. None of this mattered. He had mastered the interrogation skills and grasped the weaknesses of those nations..."
The flute player was in turmoil. He was so similar to the protagonist in the story, both were imprisoned and could never be reunited with their families. The enemy was powerful and intelligent. Being caught by such an enemy, his future was bleak.
The story on the radio continues. The protagonist does not lose heart, but fights wittily with the enemy in the coal mine. He has a crucial message to pass on. But he does not know who the contact person is. The current clues point to two people, a former colleague and a teacher who has gone crazy.
The enemy's torture followed him everywhere, including high temperature, insect pests, water shortage... Fortunately, the protagonist relied on his rural life experience to overcome them. Unfortunately, the enemy had brutally killed several comrades. He was cornered in the coal mine and might never see the sun tomorrow. It was dark everywhere, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.
At the last moment, he finally succeeded in deciphering the code and successfully contacted the teacher who pretended to be crazy. At the same time, he realized that his former colleague had been turned into a spy. In order to let the teacher escape successfully, he chose to face the enemy alone and resolutely walked towards the end of his life.
The death of a character is often the climax of a story, and the reader's emotions also reach their peak.
The flutist played louder and louder.
There was endless darkness outside the window, as if he was also in a coal mine.
He shouted at the enemy loudly like the protagonist:
"I cannot defend my own freedom... but I can defend the freedom of all those who share the same ideals as me! Even if one of me is not enough, hundreds of me will be enough. You are such a crude and insignificant person. You think you are a desperate criminal and dare to trample on everything. In fact, you are weak, timid and pathetic! You don't understand noble character, and you don't understand that a new life can be born out of the flames!"
When Xi Yujin was creating the work, he took the radio performance format into consideration, so he used long passages of dialogue. His writing is bold and gorgeous, highlighting the dramatic tone, and it reads powerfully.
History contains the most fantastic tragedies. Even a short biography is enough to inspire courage in a living being, because courage is the eternal engine of fortune's great wheel.
As the flutist read, the last note gradually trembled, and he felt his whole body tense, as if a piece of steel was being squeezed by an invisible hand. He felt the words reverberating in his vocal cavity, and the reflected sound waves seemed to form some kind of incredible resonance. Although he was clearly reading aloud, he felt that there were thousands of people singing with him, and the shouts were deafening and earth-shaking.
He even wanted to turn around immediately and try his best to fight for a chance of survival for freedom! He could do it, and he felt that his whole body was filled with incredible power!
But no. A colder, more expansive thought enveloped him.
He is a reader.
He is just a drop in the universe.
He wants to spread this short story to more creatures and gather water drops into rivers.
A sense of responsibility as cold as ice enveloped his passion. He was in the enemy camp and had to stay calm. The flute player's voice was more resolute, but if you listened carefully, you would find that it was still trembling like sobbing.
One of the space pirates sensed something was wrong.
Are these short stories just ordinary short stories for pirates, but a good remedy to relieve mental confusion for others?
How could such a short story exist?
The star pirate thought it was better to be cautious, so he shouted to the flute player, "Stop reading! Get down!"
The flute player ignored him and spoke a little faster:
"Because you have achieved your goals easily without fighting, you naturally think that all victories will be within your grasp. In fact, you are not strong. When we stand in a fair arena and face each other with equal flesh and blood, you are as pitiful as paper!"
The mental confusion of cosmic creatures has a long history.
They constantly shuttle and jump between stars. Their hometown has long been blurred into a symbol. They only need to know the superficial history of their race. The more ancient and complex historical truth of the universe is gradually forgotten. Trillions of creatures in the universe have become rootless duckweed in culture.
The scenery of the journey is forgotten in a blink of an eye, the passionate love is like chewing wax, what is the difference between returning home and leaving home. Life is born like a blank sheet of paper, what is the meaning?
Is mental confusion something we are born with, or is it a stubborn disease that accumulates from generation to generation due to emptiness and confusion?
But in an era without technological explosion, in the era of isolated planets, a creature, in order to fight for the freedom of a small piece of land on a small planet, showed an iron will like a dimensionality reduction attack, and sacrificed its life without hesitation.
The flute player even felt a hint of fear.
"I'm talking to you! How dare you disobey our orders!"
"Something seems to have happened at the mine. Why is it so noisy?"
"Are those people in the mine crazy?"
"They're trying to ram us with their mining ship!"
"I think you're going to die. Believe it or not, I'll throw you out of space right now!"
A space pirate rushed up and cursed the flute man, pointing at his mouth.
In the past, the flute man would have subconsciously shrank back, but now he stood tall and looked at the star pirate with a calm expression.
It was the first time that he looked at the pirate in front of him so carefully.
A race of slime people who produce pink bubbles when angry, have many eyes but only one mouth, so ugly.
To ugly creatures, looking closely is cruel.
He saw that the slime man was just pretending, and in fact the other party didn't dare to throw him out. They were always obsessed with very cumbersome rules and regulations. They had to report everything. If the report was incomplete, it would be sent back for rewriting. They also had to write a weekly diary. It was said that there was also a weekly diary sharing session?
The flute man gradually realized an astonishing fact: at this moment his brain was so full, while the slime people around him were so weak!
He read out the last sentence word by word:
"In front of a person with firm faith, all the torture given to him will only become joy, and misfortune will not be sad."
…
"When the Sun Also Rises" selects twelve historical moments in Chinese history, and writes about the last moments of historical figures, witnessing those turbulent moments in history. Some of the subjects do not have real names, but fictitious names, so the name of each short story is a place. The first one is "Sishui Chapter", the second one is "Phoenix Mountain Chapter", the eleventh one is "Coal Mine Chapter", and the twelfth one is "Highland Railway Chapter".
Different radio stations broadcast these short stories at the same time, and the readers' voices gradually became full of passion. While doing their job, they could not help but be overwhelmed by the words in the stories. However, they all showed a miraculous endurance, resisting the urge to resist, and spreading hope to readers at the edge of the universe word by word.
On the other end of the signal, there are more creatures who need their voices.
In the cosmic mine, with a "clang" sound, the shackles were split apart by the sharp mental power.
Countless miners came out and approached the panicked pirates step by step.
They know that there may be casualties on the road, but that is for a better future. Let the edge of the universe return to its original state without being touched by living things. There may be no sun here, but they can forge the sun.
After the reading, the pirate spaceship began to sway from side to side in an instant, and the battle began inside!
The slime man curled himself up into a ball and spit out a bouncing ball of water. The flute man dodged and hissed eight times. The battle was as fierce as if two Pokémon were fighting each other.
The star pirate regretted it very much at this moment.
Yu Jin, the writer who surrendered to them, was not trying to help them, but to set a trap for them? He created something incredible! It could relieve the reader's mental confusion for more than 48 universe hours at a time, giving all creatures the power to fight back!
They thought that this place was vast and sparsely populated, and that as long as they could contain other novel resources, they could dominate everything. Unexpectedly, a mysterious and powerful novelist appeared at the edge of the universe and destroyed their years of operation. Space, does destiny really exist?
The pirate leader acted decisively and escaped on a spaceship.
The other pirates had no backbone and were soon defeated.
They shouldn't underestimate Yu Jin's title, "Blue Star's top editor", is the top editor of a civilized race just an empty title? He must know a lot of novelists, Xun Ming is one of them. Even without Yu Jin inviting others, he can turn the place upside down by writing a short story himself.
Novelists are a resource that is fought over, but first-rate novelists are walking arsenals.
The spiritual power gathered into pieces of "silk", smoothly intersecting in the depths of space, like dancing lights. How long has it been since I saw such a beautiful view at the edge of the universe? This is simply a spiritual sea! These spiritual powers, in accordance with the established direction of "authorization", bypassed the cosmic garbage and poured into the burning stars.
"belch"
Then the planet burped.
…
"I knew that Mr. Ember had a plan!" The people in the New Dike Radio Station were very excited, and cheering whistles resounded throughout the cabin. "He actually thought of pretending to surrender and then using the full-channel live broadcast to benefit more creatures. What kind of courage and character is this!"
"No wonder he is so respected in Blue Star. He is also my idol!"
"It's an incredibly short story. Just a few words can make people cry. He is worthy of being the top editor of Blue Star."
A flute player sorted out the information and wanted to tell the audience about Yu Jin's contribution. Yu Jin brought them so many benefits, but they didn't have much remuneration, so they could only help him increase publicity.
Other flute players still couldn't help but sigh:
"Is this the state of complete mental lightness? I feel like this short article can relieve mental confusion for 60 hours, or even longer!"
"It makes me want to cry... but my whole body is filled with strength... we have to go save our people!"
“Ding Dong!”
A prompt sound attracted the attention of the flute man. He turned on the screen and said in surprise: "It's a letter from Mr. Ember!"
Everyone immediately came over to take a look.
"Not only is there Mr. Yu Jin, but there is also Mr. Xun Ming."
"What! So that interstellar wanted poster is also related to them? Haha, the star pirates have offended the two authors a long time ago! This time they have hit a wall!"
“Joint announcement letter from Blue Star:
Recently, the space pirates have launched a number of manhunts targeting our place of residence, Blue Planet. Their behavior is ridiculous, but it is difficult for us citizens to tolerate it.
There are no stars with souls in the universe, and there is no invasion without responsibility. We hereby inform the Star Hunting Association that those who do evil will eventually perish, so be careful.
Representative and Contributor: Embers
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