Camellia means humility, virtue, and ideal love. Even in the frosty season, it can still bloom proudly, without arrogance or impetuosity, noble and beautiful.
By using "Camellia" as the name of the department, the minister clearly expressed his expectations clearly.
Shen Yu signed the document and asked again: "Minister, how many people are there in our department now?"
The minister took the document and kept it, his expression still cold: "You, me, Cuihua, there are three people in total."
Shen Yu was stunned: "But there are so many people outside..."
Minister: "They are all seconded from other departments."
Shen Yu: "..."
Is it too late to refuse now
He let out a long sigh, feeling like he was tricked into boarding a pirate ship: "I have one last question."
Minister: "Speak."
Shen Yu: "Why are you so tall, Anonymous?"
The minister was stunned, silent for a while, and then said lightly: "I used a little skill to cover up in the novel."
He stretched out his hand to Shen Yu: "In real life, my name is Yue Ze."
Shen Yu grabbed his hand and shook it: "Mr. Yue, hello, I still like you when you were younger."
Yue Ze: "... get out."
Shen Yu, the No. 002 team member who had just joined the Camellia Department with honor, was kicked out of the office by his own minister just like that.
In the corridor, Emerald Flowers leaned against the wall, counting the green leaves outside the door in boredom.
The cigarette was still in her mouth, still unlit.
Seeing Shen Yu going out, Cuihua took off the cigarette from the corner of her mouth, and greeted him lazily: "Come out, are you in the group?"
Shen Yu gave a low "hmm": "Why is our department called Camellia?"
Cuihua: "Tou took the name, there is no special meaning, because the flower pattern printed on the hundred-yuan bill is a camellia, he chose this name to remind the higher-ups, don't forget to give the funds that should be given."
Shen Yu: "..."
He didn't know whether to complain or be shocked: "What, the flower printed on the banknote is a camellia? I always thought it was a peony!"
Cuihua: "I thought it was a chrysanthemum! However, the chrysanthemum is only printed on the fifty-yuan banknote, and he thinks that the fifty-yuan note is too small."
Shen Yu: "..."
Minister Yue's original tall and majestic image was slowly collapsing in his heart.
He was stunned for a long time, and finally he couldn't find anything to say: "Didn't you always have a lollipop in your mouth in the novel? Why don't you smoke a cigarette now?"
Mentioning this, Cuihua immediately gritted her teeth: "I want to smoke too, but I made a bet before, the bet was to quit smoking, and I lost!"
"In order to quit this shitty cigarette, I only had a lollipop in my mouth when I went out on missions. Now that I'm home, I still can only eat it to satisfy my hunger, and I can't really smoke it."
After finishing speaking, she angrily took out a bottle of Erguotou in a tin box from her pocket, raised her head and said "ton ton ton".
"Fortunately, the head only asked me to quit smoking, not alcohol. Now, in order to resist the addiction to smoking, I always carry Erguotou on the left and vodka on the right."
Shen Yu: "..."
He had lost count of how many times he had been shocked since the few minutes he had entered the department.
"How should I call you, Comrade Cuihua?" He asked, "What's your real name?"
Cuihua had just finished drinking, and when she was in a good mood, she patted his arm directly and said with a big smile, "Dear Davarish, I can't just tell you my real name."
"My surname is Zhang. You can call me Lao Zhang, or Zhang Cuihua directly."
"You just joined the team. Before we became comrades-in-arms who could trust each other, I didn't want to reveal my name in reality. It might cause trouble to my family."
"You'd better not tell other novelists your real name at will."
"Only someone who trusts you very much will tell you his name."
After giving these instructions, Zhang Cuihua took her beloved wine bottle and left, leaving Shen Yu alone in meditation.
Only someone who trusts you very much will tell you his name.
Just now, Anonymous reached out to him: "My name is Yue Ze."
…
"Now stretch out your hand and gently stick it on the bloody palm print."
Yue Ze taught from the side.
After nearly a month of cultivation, Shen Yu stretched out his hand and printed his palm on the cover of the black book.
The bloody palm prints fit perfectly with the lines of his palm, and the touch under his palm was warm and soft, as if the whole book was alive.
As soon as he thought about it, his whole body was in a trance, and he opened his eyes hazily, and a towering white tower appeared in front of him.
The tower is clean and flawless as a whole. It cannot be seen what material it is made of, and there is not even a single gap in the carvings. It is simply not a creation that humans can imagine.
The tall tower soared straight into the sky, and Shen Yu stood under the tower and could only look up.
A white stone step spread from his feet to the bottom of the White Tower.
"This is the White Tower of Words."
Yue Ze's voice sounded behind him, "But you can't stay here for a long time, take a new novel task here, and then leave."
Shen Yu turned to look at him: "Cuihua won't be with us this time?"
Yue Ze shook his head slightly: "She went to take on other tasks, and this time I came here mainly to train with you."
"You have only finished one novel, and I can accompany you to hone it two more times."
So Shen Yu smiled lightly, like a ray of warm sunshine: "So you came for me."
Yue Ze slightly looked away: "Let's go!"
Entering the tower along the white stone steps, there are gradually more people coming and going, all kinds of people.
Someone was standing at the entrance of the White Tower bored. When he saw someone coming in, he realized that it was a new face, so he approached him with a playful smile: "Newcomer? How many horror novels have you completed? What skills and props have you got?"
"Brother is already a veteran. There are a few useful skills in the book. Do you have any useful props? We can exchange them."
Most of the newcomers who have just entered the White Tower are still in a dazed state of bewilderment. At this time, someone greeted them with a smile and said a few good words, and some confused newcomers would easily hand over their books.
And what awaits them is either being cheated out of their money, or being directly kidnapped and killed by those rogue veterans.
A few people saw Shen Yu, who was a newcomer, and wanted to come over, but they were frightened by the stern Yue Ze, and finally hesitated for a while, and left in embarrassment to find other targets.
Yue Ze warned Shen Yu again: "Remember, your skills and props must not be easily shown to others, let alone let others figure out your cards."
Shen Yu raised his eyebrows: "But in the novel, you gave me your props?"
Yue Ze was silent again, just leading the way ahead.
Shen Yu gave a "tsk" sound behind him.
Angry again! Why is my temper still the same as when I was a primary school student? It's very difficult to coax!
After the two entered the White Tower, what they saw at a glance was a stone pillar standing in the center of the bottom of the White Tower.
The names of people are densely engraved on the stone pillars.
"These names are the pen names of novelists. The White Tower ranks them in order according to the number and quality of the novels they have written. The higher the ranking, the stronger the strength." Yue Ze said.
Shen Yu looked up at the stone pillar, trying to see the name on the top.
It's a pity that the stone pillar was too high, before he could see it clearly, he was dragged away by Yue Ze.
He was pulled into a room, a room full of blank books.
"This is the birthplace of all novels. Novelists must choose a novel, enter it, and complete their own stories in the novel at least once a month." Yue Ze explained.
"There are so many, I'm going to have a choice phobia. Would you like to choose for me?" Shen Yu said jokingly.
But Yue Ze said lightly: "This is a choice you have to make yourself, you don't need to make more temptations."
"You don't need to worry, the department does not control your life, let alone make choices for you."
Shen Yu stared at him, and after a long time, he walked slowly to the front of the novel.
The novels here are stacked on the bookshelves, messy and crumbling, and I don't know how long it has not been sorted out.
Shen Yu tilted his head to look at it for a moment, then took out a book from the pile of books.
"Portrait of Disappearance".
He opened the blank pages of the book, and immediately, the familiar darkness swept over again.