Ji Qingchen was originally a place where scamrs and taphysical enthusiasts gathered together, so it didn't take long for the posts to hang out that they received various private letter responses.
Xuan Yuan quickly jumped over all those questioning, imaginative, and nonsense marketing, and did not know what he was looking for. Sheng Lingyuan was struggling to see the characters on the screen.
So characters don't know, although so characters can be guessed similarly, but I don't know if he guessed wrong or what, I always feel that it is not like human words to be connected together.
The screen is too bright.
Everything is too bright here, the windows in the room are completely transparent, and there is no cover from the outside. After sunset, everyone lights up and burns the oil. These people do not sleep, and the house is illuminated as brightly as during the day.
And these large and small "square boxes" are even more excessive. So of these gadgets are called "mobile phones" and so are called "computers." He also heard people call them "notebooks" and so on. In short, Sheng Lingyuan Didn't figure out if they ant anything, anyway, things looked similar. People stared at them all day and night, watching endlessly, eating and walking, watching until they fell asleep at night, and let the little box—should be called a “mobile phone” —slid down and take pictures. Up to my face, it seems like I can't sleep without such a mouth every day.
At first, the millennium old ghost felt fresh. When the freshness was enough, he began to feel a bit "noisy".
"My cell phone occasionally drops my face once, not a bedti ritual." Xuan Yuan explained dryly, dimming the screen, but the browsing speed was still fast.
Sheng Lingyuan really couldn't keep up with his speed and couldn't help asking: "Can you walk around and watch the monunt?"
Xuan Yuan said with an electronic cigarette, "No, I am a scumbag."
"What scum?"
"It just ans that reading is not good," Xuan said. Thinking of the devil, they would not even have paper. Recording a fart is a huge project. It is also a bit reluctant to let his elderly person jump directly to the paperless environnt. Slowing down the scrolling speed, explained, "Our people now write what they say is similar to what they say. These movie soup words don't have much information. At a glance, you probably know what it ans. It's good to read more."
As an internet addicted young man, Xuan Ye often hangs on all kinds of online languages, so when he reads online ssages, he feels no different from daily spoken language, but in the eyes of real ancients, the difference is actually quite big-especially inside Mixed with abbreviations, abbreviations, numbers, and letters.
Sheng Lingyuan: "What does that half word an?"
Xuan Yuan glanced over, a cursive prefix: "..."
Your eyes are sharp and you always capture the point.
"唔 ......" Xuan Yuan pondered the word for a mont, and did not know how to explain it to the "unearthed cultural relics
Reviews
All reviews (0)