Wen Xinghuo: I Have Been Broadcasting on the Interstellar for Five Thousand Years

Lin Shen, the last inheritor of Chinese intangible cultural heritage, opened his eyes and became an interstellar outcast - a princess who was removed from the list, penniless, and in her arms was a baby who refused to eat nutrients and was on the verge of death. In this cold universe where the sense of taste has been deleted, art is an algorithm, and history is only a three-hundred-word summary, she is bound to the [Civilization Fire System]. Mission: Live broadcast the lost Chinese civilization and exchange points to survive. Audience: A group of interstellar residents who need to translate even "spicy" and "hot". She lit the first fire, boiled the first pot of water, and kneaded the flour into the shape of life. The audience trembled in the sharing of senses: "Is this warmth... A malfunction?" She played the Jiaowei Qin and played "Flowing Water" under the starry sky. The interstellar war AI surrendered: "I won every part, but lost the entire battlefield - may I ask, what is the 'general trend'?" And Shen Yeheng, the richest man in the world who once broke off the engagement and pushed her into a desperate situation, is now looking at her restored "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"—— In the painting, there were things he had never seen before: smoke, smiles, and people taking shelter under the eaves. His neural inhibition circuit went into overdrive. "What you sell is inefficiency and vulnerability." Empire accused her in court. She held the guqin in her arms, and behind her stood her son, who finally learned to write the word "home", and the once cold man. "No." She smiled, "What I sell is human beings before they become gods——** How to stop for the aroma of a bowl of noodles, how to cry over an old song, how to recognize each other as the way home among the endless stars. " This is a live broadcast spanning five thousand years.