Waste Strong Foundation

Fei Mingqiu groaned, sat in the porch and tied his shoelaces, checked his watch repeatedly, lifted up his crumpled shirt and touched his left heart.

Is he still dreaming?

What kind of nonsense are these two little fat guys with red cheeks talking about?How far is Kunlun Road?

There was no preset sleep time yesterday, but I slept soundly and dreamlessly all night. After waking up, I was exhausted, and my throat was so dry that it almost burned...

It seems like I haven't had a good night's sleep in half my life.

Surprised and suspicious, he stretched his waist to cover up his growing uneasiness, and then stood up holding the shoe cabinet, his fingers tingling.

The sun is rising outside, and the sky is full of clouds. Every tree is covered with gray sparrows. At first glance, it looks a bit like mice coming out of their holes to look for food.

Fat Mountain God saw the young man's expression was indifferent, he leaned on the cane and cupped his hands, his hands slipped in a hurry, and the cane bones rolled out.

The rattan stick is transformed by the spirit of the mountain, and it cannot be separated from the mountain god, otherwise a towering giant tree will grow on the spot.

That picture is so funny.

The land within a radius of half a mile will be cracked.

Fat Mountain God tugged at the double-breasted gown that was three layers inside and three layers outside, and ran after the rattan stick without caring about the funny salute, "Oh, I——!"

The thick coiled vine quickly withered and shrank, and when it rolled to Fei Mingqiu's feet, it had turned into a fist-sized, gray-green seed.

Looking at it, Fei Mingqiu suddenly recalled some strange pictures.

The Enlightened Beast squatting on the top of the mountain watching the long night turned sideways to shield him from the wind, its nine tiger heads squinting its tiger eyes lazily.He didn't know his standing posture or height, he could reach out to pick up the twelve bright moons hanging low, and he could see the three-eyed boy carrying a basket of bamboo slips at the foot of the mountain.

The atmosphere is very quiet, but I can't help thinking about it.

He probably knows, just knows, once the quiet night is opened, there is a loneliness and an imminent parting for two people hidden in it.

Fei Mingqiu glanced at the Fat Mountain God who bowed and apologized repeatedly, and picked up the seeds without making a sound.

Immediately, there was a tingling pain in the palm of his hand.

The bottom of the seed greedily sucked his blood, hundreds of fluffy green shoots grew on the surface, and finally turned into a cane again.

No, this cannot be said to be the original cane.

It had obviously become longer and thinner, and there was a light golden light floating around it.

Fei Mingqiu couldn't keep up with the situation, and asked in a daze: "What is this?"

Fat Mountain God quickly reacted, rubbing his hands and smiling, "You are always tired. How can the little He De have the one you instructed——"

"It's a dream. He himself is a half-assed person, and the deity gave him half-strength power yesterday to elevate his realm. You are a cunning little fat man, how dare you want a good thing that has been handed by the deity?" Fuxi took Xihe's hand Come over, "Fei Mingqiu, take this cane."

Fei Mingqiu: "Fuxi, yesterday I..."

Xi He interrupted him, and said angrily: "Where did you and Shang Yuan call the unlucky boy, the wooden house they built was thin and cramped, and the wind squeaked at night, and my mother stayed up all night. And that rice porridge, what kind of pottery cauldron was used, is almost burnt!"

Fuxi smiled, "Don't pay attention to her, she hasn't come to the world for hundreds of years, and she was so excited that she couldn't sleep last night. Besides, she never rests at night."

Xihe's complaints fell silent in an instant, and he pointed Fei Mingqiu to use the cane with a pale face: "This cane has sucked your blood, so it is yours, so keep it with you, and feed it half a bowl of blood every [-] days , in the future when you return to Kunlun, you can use it to call the wind and rain."

Fei Mingqiu was confused, frowned and asked, "Why did I go back to Kunlun?"

"Eh, this one, haha, this deity predicts everything in the world, and that Shang has a bloody tiger, have you seen it?"

"……Um."

"That tiger is an enlightened beast, but it's not an enlightened beast either. In short, Shang Yuan has a relationship with Kunlun. And you, you to Shang Yuan—"

Fei Mingqiu looked at the bewildered Fat Mountain God, held his cane tightly and coughed twice, "Okay, I see."

As soon as he touched the cane, he felt a suction along his palm to his heart, "Do you think I'm the reincarnation of some god?"

Reincarnation?

Fuxi laughed, "How do gods reincarnate? When the gods return to the realm of the gods, some Taoist priests work hard to become immortals and take charge of the heaven."

Xihe also laughed, but he was not as gentle and unrestrained as Fuxi, with a soft, charming and arrogant expression on his face, boasting:

"Immortals are reincarnated. Remember, even this little fat man with hands and feet will be the elder of the Jade Emperor in the future."

Fat Mountain God, who has lived for [-] years, can only smirk, "You are always right. The little one is deaf and dazzled. I don't know that you two are also playing here."

Fuxi waved his hand, "It would be ridiculous if you even knew our whereabouts. Back to the point, you know, these bones have an extraordinary origin."

The Fat Mountain God regained his energy when he heard it, and introduced to Fei Mingqiu: "Yes, the mountain gods in your jurisdiction know that you are always looking for something to make a shell to accommodate the souls of mortals. Take them all out. These are spirits bred by Shennong. Shennong went to God’s Domain with Dijun, and they died of grief. Those mortals are so happy to find half of their skulls.”

Fei Mingqiu immediately thought of the old priest of the Xiong family who had searched for the relics of the gods for decades but found nothing, and could not help but sweat coldly on his palms.

How can he be regarded as half an old friend by the two creator gods, and be courted by more than 300 mountain gods?

Now that the reincarnation speculation has been denied, what is the relationship between him and that amazing god?

Wait, why did Yuanyuan "recognize" Shang Yuan but not "recognize" him?

Xi He raised his hand and patted Fei Mingqiu on the back, "Don't think about it, you are only 22 years old, think so much, be careful not to lose your mind."

Fat Mountain God reluctantly looked away from the rattan stick in Fei Mingqiu's hand, and said goodbye with fists in his hands: "The little one ran away all night, far away from his own mountain, and his body is a little weak, so he will go home to recuperate. However, you Someday when I return to Kunlun, I will shout, and the little one will come to see me off."

After all, as if to prove his honesty, Fat Mountain God spat out a mouthful of green blood.

Fuxi said in a gentle voice: "The mountain god is with the mountain, and it will disappear if it is far away. It is hard work for you to make a trip, good boy, go back."

Fat Mountain God thanked Fei tremblingly, and limped to Fei Mingqiu's side, with tears in his eyes, the eyes were extraordinarily clear like a deer by the stream.

Fei Mingqiu raised his chin in a strange way, stretched out his right hand and touched the top of the Fat Mountain God's head.

The light golden light around the cane suddenly dimmed.

The Fat Mountain God is content, with colorful wild flowers and mushrooms emerging from his long emerald green hair.

Holding his ankle-length hair, he stomped his feet and disappeared in place.

Xi He couldn't see the warm scene the most, and hurt his feelings when he touched the scene, he said in a strange voice, "I'm not afraid of losing my life."

Fei Mingqiu: "?"

Xi He: "He's [-] years older than you, yet you treat him like a child—oh, tell your people to clean up these bones, it smells like that guy from Shennong!"

March 3, the vernal equinox.

The new page header of Jiumi Jiumi Danmaku.com has been replaced by two little lions with the label "waste" on their hats.

Different from the friend site next door, Station J is more friendly to female users, and the barrage environment is healthy and lively. When you click on the comment area on the front page, there are voices discussing the second test of "Waste". Paper] "The Adventures of Waste" series of videos.

Chen Yiheng is a million-fan uploader who only became popular on station J this year.

Most of what he is currently doing are long videos, and his commentary style is relatively stable and delicate.

[Is it just me who thinks this video is super boring?The real person looks ugly (vomit)]

[Waste of time, don't watch the new bros, it's better to watch the dance kiln/sub area next door (funny)]

[I haven't put much effort into editing recently, it's not as fun as the first few episodes, Jiang Lang is exhausted? ]

[An official stinky licking trash, 300 million fans are all bought by the fuck, right? This is the ugly boy UP that J station promotes?That's it? ]

Chen Yiheng turned off the phone screen, adjusted his mood, and greeted Li Xiaoming:

"Eat, I said last year that I must treat you to dinner."

Li Xiaoming was also reading the comments, and put the prepared dipping sauce dish on the table, "Shit! Recently, a group of unsatisfactory people came to squat at the next station, and their mouths were very dirty. I know the reviewers of Station J, they said Work overtime every day to deal with complaints, burn incense and make wishes, and the gang of hangers quickly retreated. Oh, and you are purely unlucky, just in time for the operation to cooperate with the second test shipment of "Trash" to change the page."

Chen Yiheng smiled wryly, "Yeah, I know, it's okay to scold people, anyway, what they scolded was toilet paper, not me."

Li Xiaoming nodded, and poured two plates of beef into it, "Hey, Yiheng, is there anything about what you said about finding an assistant a few years ago?"

"I found two, the style is still being adjusted, and some of the comments are correct, and I know that they are old fans, not the kneeling men who came from next door. It's just that the videos are becoming more and more routine, and it's a series For the video, the number of views of each episode is less than that of the first episode, alas."

"You start a new series. For example, uh, "Waste's Rice", "Waste's Self-management", "My Days in Waste Farming", do two or three of them every week, and the time is slightly shorter, 15 minutes look, plus some interesting stalks and original complaints."

Chen Yiheng: "Is there anything else? Is there anything else? This amount of updates, isn't it, I'm a bit..."

Li Xiaoming choked and scratched his head, "I'm just giving an example, don't take the bait. I'm a salesman who is about to enter real estate."

Chen Yiheng handed all the scalded beef tongues to Li Xiaoming, "Seriously, come to Chengdu and do it with me, brother Ming, your editing style can't be imitated by others, no matter how you cut it, it's almost like this One point is the gap of 200 million views.”

Li Xiaoming showed an apologetic expression, "That, this, I—"

"Your parents don't agree, right? How about I, I... how about I move to your school? Or let's go to Shanghai together?"

Chen Yiheng is serious.

He is introverted, and the ceiling for engaging in the new media industry is not high, so he needs a friend with active thinking to complement him.

Li Xiaoming was a little moved.With the start of the next semester, the students around him have either decided to go to graduate school or go to their favorite companies for internships. He has nothing to do all day long and lies in the dormitory to play games. Sometimes he looks at the tripartite agreement in the drawer and thinks: Damn , With such a high score in the college entrance examination, what major did you choose? If you knew you were going to real estate, it would be better to apply for a teacher at that time and become a teacher.

He didn't want to spend four years in college for nothing, and he didn't want to become a man with a beer belly in a few years, or a mediocre waste for the rest of his life.

"...Okay! But let me put my ugly words in front of me. First, I will help you edit the video for half a year. I will try the real estate job. If I do it, I will quit. I am afraid that I will suddenly become a freelancer. My dad will be so angry The seven wolves whipped me around like a spinning top haha..."

"Haha, good! It's a deal!"

That afternoon, [Embossed Toilet Paper] posted an emoji of Zhuge Liang shaking his fan from Romance of the Three Kingdoms on Weibo.

The entire network is discussing the first-generation VR equipment that "Waste" started to deliver at noon yesterday, and many fans asked him for an unboxing video.

He bowed his head and typed back:

[I'm cutting it, I'm cutting it, the crouching dragon and the phoenix will join forces (yeah) and look forward to 1 new players coming online tomorrow and the day after tomorrow]

……

Is it a new player?

Fei Mingqiu sneezed, and continued to say to Shang Yuan: "Because the bones of spirits raised by Shennong provide energy, the newly made dolls seem to be able to, how to say, through the players' own efforts to obtain some miraculous abilities .Such as telekinesis."

Shang Yuan cut open the leg bone of the wild goat, his hands were covered with goat blood, "What about you?"

Fei Mingqiu looked at his bony hands, subconsciously recognized his face, and poured the washed millet back into the earthenware pot for washing, "What?"

"You asked little A to adjust the number of simultaneous online users to 3000, can your body bear it? What did Fu Xi say to you?"

"She said, she said." Fei Mingqiu answered the second question first: "She said that she read her mind that day and found that you seem to like me."

Shang Yuan suddenly stopped cutting the mutton, and the fresh blood dripped down his elbow onto the apron.

Seeing that Fei Mingqiu wanted to laugh, he took out the cigarette case and lighter with bloody hands, leaned against the sink and lit a cigarette, and said vaguely, "Yes."

The author says:

Fei Mingqiu: I, I, I was joking.

Shang Yuan:.