When Inhumans Meet Abnormal Humans

The decoration style of the attic of Feng Ling's house is completely different from that downstairs, and it is a pure Chinese style.

Whether it is the carved floor-to-ceiling wooden windows covered with white paper, or the low table with the four treasures of the study, they all have a strong ancient charm.

Stepping into the door of the attic room is like entering another world. The fragrance of ink is long, the fragrance of tea is dense, and several volumes of ancient books are randomly placed in the corner of the desk. When you are here, you feel that time goes back a thousand years in an instant, bringing you back to those days. Unrestrained by the secular world, the era of floating life, a dream, and a distant world.

There was a piece of red paper spread flat on the book table of lobular red sandalwood, and Feng Ling was holding a pen in his hand to write on the desk, writing two lines of pine smoke and thick ink into moonlight on the sky street.

"Xian'er, your calligraphy is very ethereal," Li Mufeng praised the calligraphy by placing it on the flower stand of Wanlian by the window, pressing it with a jade paperweight to dry it.

Feng Ling's brush calligraphy is really as Shen Quan said, and it is two extremes from fountain pen calligraphy.

It's hard to imagine that a person who can toss pen writing into spiritual pollution can write such amazing calligraphy at first sight.

"Because I am empty like them," Feng Ling replied lightly.

As the saying goes, calligraphy is like a person, which has nothing to do with whether it looks good or not. What is like a person is the charm hidden in the strokes.

Just like a serious person, the words he writes may not be very calligraphic, but they must be written in place one stroke at a time, neatly coded on the paper like a schoolboy sitting upright.

And a person who escapes, even if he writes standard block letters, he can rub the free and easy in his bones into the horizontal and vertical points, either the one stroke, which flies gracefully, or the horizontal stroke, which can be picked into a perfect shape. Playful arc.

Feng Ling's pen and ink are as ethereal as his characters, and the charcoal-colored characters are clearly on the paper, but they seem to be closer to the flowing clouds in the sky.

He has no inner heart, his heart is empty, and his handwriting is like him, and people can't feel anything from it.

But this kind of emptiness is different from the buskers with beautiful chalk calligraphy on the street. Their calligraphy is beautiful, but they lack their own charm, and their beauty is empty, like an empty skin.

Fengling's strength of character is emptiness, people can't feel anything, because what they feel is emptiness, this is a realm that can only be understood, as long as one sees it, people can comprehend it, the owner of the word is real way conveys the empty.

Looking at the couplets on the paper that read "I will never forget the fleeting years, and I will have nothing to do all the time", Li Mufeng couldn't help but sigh that his family's Spring Festival couplets are unique among all the flowers blooming and rich.

The upper and lower couplets are "I don't remember the fleeting years, but seeing the flowers blooming is spring, and the flowers are falling is autumn. I have nothing to do all year round. I only know that I will work when the sun rises and rest when the sun comes in".

The horizontal criticism "mountains and moons are always masters" is also taken from Su Zi's words "the country, the wind and the moon, there is no permanent master, and the idler is the master".

It is really not the slightest bit of smoke and fire, never talking about firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, and only looking at music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and hops, full of celebrities and romantics.

Li Mufeng sat cross-legged and Feng Ling across the table, admiring the young man who was more transparent and clear after Dongyang Yizhao, and pondering on the words about Kong just now, "In fact, the collection of Kong is also a kind of existence, it does not need to have connotation, it itself It is meaning, using existence to represent nothing.”

Feng Ling's hand dipped in ink suddenly paused, and a drop of thick ink quietly fell back into the clear mud inkstone.

The ink on the bottom of the inkstone is so rich that it is hard to see the depth of the ups and downs of the mind.

The young man hummed lightly, and continued to write the couplet as if nothing had happened, but the arc of the corners of his lips slightly exceeded five degrees, and the sharp edge of the brush also had a gentle edge.

Feng Ling wrote two Spring Festival couplets pasted on the front door and stopped, put the large brush into the Ruci brush washer, replaced it with Xiaolanghao and started to write the so-called family instructions.

As of this morning, that Weibo post has been retweeted more than 5000 million times. The lottery program automatically draws 10 IDs, plus the 6 girls in the mall, a total of 16 characters have to be written.

Picking up the pen and putting it down, Feng Ling realized that he couldn't write family instructions at all, and everything he wrote with these two words had the posture of his father telling you, but he didn't have anything to tell anyone.

Not to mention making up the number of four or four, he has no idea of ​​a word.

Seeing that Feng Ling didn't start writing, Li Mufeng thought about it for a while, and thought clearly that this person should be in a state of having nothing to say, so he volunteered to post those lucky ones under the photo he just uploaded, and asked them what they wanted Precepts.

While waiting for the reply, the man slowly washed his pen and hummed about his youth, "The blue sky is waiting for misty rain, and I am waiting for you..."

Li Mufeng's voice was also low when he sang, his gentle and deep singing voice was like the dusk by the river flowing slowly along the strings of a cello.

"This is the sky blue color when the rain passes and the clouds break." Li Mufeng stopped after singing a few words, tapped the celadon with his fingertips, and said with a smile, "Xian'er, you are such a prodigal, you use the treasures of Ru Kiln to wash your brushes."

Li Mufeng had been playing with that antique profiteer Xu Cixi for a long time, and he knew a little bit about appraisal. Feng Ling's characteristics were so obvious that even a rough-and-ready person like him could recognize it at a glance.

"Is it expensive?"

Feng Ling doesn't pay much attention to history, the attic supplies are all helped by the dog feeder, at most he knows that the Ru kiln porcelain in his hand is said to be used by the royal family of the Song Dynasty.

To be honest, he was more concerned about why Li Mufeng didn't sing. This was the first time he heard him sing.

It sounds very good, and you won't get tired of it after listening to it many times.

"Invaluable, the most important treasure of the country," Li Mufeng explained someone's extravagance in eight words.

As far as he knows, Feng Ling, a non-human being, does this to treat the treasures passed down from generation to generation that others admire in museums as ordinary household items.

Human beings are really nostalgic, thinking of those two bowls with particularly long names, Feng Ling smiled back, "I don't really understand you human beings, it's so strange that it's only been 800 years."

Thousand 800 years...

Only 800 years...

Li Mufeng was suddenly curious about the age of his wooing object, "Xian'er, which dynasty are you from?"

"There was no dynasty at that time," Feng Ling recalled, it seemed that human beings had just appeared when he transformed into a human being.

Classmate Li, who felt that his age was exposed when he sang blue and white porcelain, suddenly felt that he was superficial who cared about age.

Glancing at classmate Li with a delicate expression, Feng Ling told him another truth by the way, "Both Liuhua and Shen Quan are over 100 years old, and 28 is not a fraction of Shen Quan's age."

"..." Li Mufeng's mood became more subtle.

He had always thought that those two idiots were at most dozens of years old. It turned out that he was the only Mengxin in this family.

Li Mengxin couldn't help thinking that non-humans don't show their age, but humans age quickly, which is probably a balance of nature being too shrewd for humans.

If you worry too much, you won't age.

Non-humans don't have so many intrigues, and most of them do it as they please, so the years have passed, but they have never been able to leave marks on them.

After flipping through the comments and private chats, Li Mufeng uttered a foul language.

"What?" Feng Ling didn't know the reason for the man's sudden displeasure.

"It's okay." Li Mufeng didn't show Feng Ling the comments, and cares about the IQ of the netizens casually, "Those stupid sons who rushed to traffic, their IQ is in arrears, and they need to be beaten up to stop smoking."

The jealousy of human beings is sometimes annoying. I don't know if it's because I have been with monsters for a long time. Li Mufeng often feels guilty for being a human being.

There are always some keyboard warriors who are unwilling to admit the excellence of others.

After reading Feng Ling's handwriting, my first reaction was not that the handwriting was as stunning as the person, but I wanted to question whether it was a posing for a photo.

Is it difficult to admit that others are beyond our reach?

Recalling the doubts and criticisms that Feng Ling had always received, Li Mufeng felt that it was probably difficult.

From appearance to force to character, before those people are slapped in the face, they first criticize with the greatest malice. When they are slapped, they kneel down and call Dad, and they will do the same next time.

It's also fortunate that Feng Ling doesn't care about the world, so he can understate it so lightly. If it were any ordinary person, he would have been injured by the rumors and suffered a nervous breakdown.

It is even more fortunate that Feng Ling has real strength, so that he can perform a reversal every time, and always maintain a graceful demeanor in the storm of people's words.

Since they don't learn well, let's continue to slap them in the face.

Just like what Xian'er said, if you don't accept it, just beat it.

Li Mufeng felt that the principles of monsters were simple and crude, but efficient and convenient.

"Xian'er, Hyacinth can say anything, but if you want to watch the handwritten video, can you?" Seeing Feng Ling nodding, Li Mufeng opened the camera interface, and then introduced himself, "I guess you have nothing to say to them, the family training is just me. I want you to write it."

"Okay." Mu Feng is really a kind and considerate person, but it's a pity that no girl will be lucky enough to be taken care of by him for the rest of her life.

It was rare for Feng Ling to worry for two seconds whether to go to Yuelao to collect some red strings.

Li Mufeng has already thought about the content of the first piece of family instruction, sitting quietly and thinking about his own mistakes, chatting without talking about people's faults.

Those online violence, even if Feng Ling didn't feel it, he still found it unbearable.

When there is an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent, and when cyber violence is rampant, no keyboard warrior can stay out of it.

Li Mufeng intends to take this opportunity to beat those people, don't think that if you are too lazy to bite a dog, you will not beat the dog.

After recording the handwritten video, Li Mufeng didn't edit it, but added a paragraph and posted it directly on the Internet.

Li Yi: How difficult is it to recognize the excellence of others?

Belittling others will not elevate yourself, it will only let people see your shallowness.

Attached is the first precept of the male god father, hyacinths, remember, don't learn to be a third-rate person and lose father's face. [video]

As soon as the Weibo was posted, the keyboard warriors begged for hammering, kneeling peacefully, and by the way, they added another fan of Wenqing to Feng Ling.

Liu Hua and Shen Quan not only reposted it at the first time, but also sent appreciation with their eyes by taking advantage of the effort of delivering tea and refreshments. They knew that Li Mowang would not sit idly by.

Feng Ling protects his weaknesses, and Li Mufeng also protects his weaknesses.

Li Mufeng retaliated differently according to the seriousness of their crimes for several incidents related to Feng Ling.

He remembered Xuanyuan Dog's vengeance, so he deliberately adjusted the background program, and killed Gunara the God of Darkness in the first battle of the second season, and did not give them any bonus points for victory in the first battle.

By the way, the explosion rate of Xuanyuan Dogson's account was also lowered to help him achieve the achievement of lifelong non-chieftain.

For Su Qixue who caused Feng Ling's plastic surgery scandal, Li Mufeng not only hacked her computer, but also took screenshots of all chat records inciting frame-up and sent them to the forum to force her to quit.

In reality, Gu Xici also arranged for Gu Xici to collect her plastic surgery history and indecent videos, and post them on the Internet, so that she could experience what it means to be ruined.

But these, Li Mufeng never said to Feng Ling, in his eyes these are taken for granted, not worth mentioning.

After Feng Ling finished writing the notes, she and Li Mufeng hung them up in the attic to dry in the shade.

Xianlu stopped serving during the few days from New Year's Eve to the fourth day, and the two of them had no other games they wanted to play, so they just lay on the ground and let it go, feeling the comfort of doing nothing.

When Feng Ling was reading in the attic, Li Mufeng liked to take the documents and sit next to him for approval. No one spoke, and no one disturbed anyone, but no one felt embarrassed. Even the silence without words was a tacit understanding.

In order to take care of Li Mufeng's human identity, Feng Ling painted a temperature-controlling formation on the floor, and added a few more night pearls in the room, so as not to hurt the eyes of human beings from the cold or too dark light.

Lying on the slightly warm solid wood floor, Li Mufeng looked at the rice paper hanging on the thin thread above his head, and his mood was the same as that of the corners of the paper being blown up by the breeze.

He has always known that Feng Ling is not a careful person, maybe he doesn't even know if he has a heart or not.

But such a person who doesn't care about everything gives him all his care.

Li Mufeng often secretly hacked into Feng Ling's account to check his online records.

The person's first search record was "Will humans die if they have a fever" on the day they went to see a doctor.

Later, on the night he was injured, searched for "blooming bullets", "hollow point bullets", "human gunshot wound care", "post-traumatic stress disorder", "fragile human beings", "human ideal living environment" ", and the next day I searched for "how to get along with friends of the ward", "human entertainment".

From then until now, all Feng Ling's inquiry records are also related to him. He has searched for relevant information on the Internet for the terms that Li Mufeng said that he didn't understand.

Feng Ling is studying hard to understand him and caring for him as much as possible.

Feng Ling is not good at words, and his feelings are also low temperature. Perhaps in the eyes of others, there will never be a soul-burning love between Li Mufeng and him, and it is impossible to say the oath of love to the death.

But Li Mufeng didn't think so, his fairy was both wine and tea.

He is a strong drink that is unknowingly drunk, and the inhuman candor is hidden under the coldness. He does not say a word but directly burns the hearts and souls of human beings with actions, deceiving people to find out that they are already intoxicated and do not remember their way back.

He is also the clear tea with the autumn wind and bright moon, silently accompanying him, ironing out his thoughts, and the more time he spends with him, the more joyful he will be.

"Xian'er, do you think it's possible for a man to be a man?" Li Mufeng said suddenly.

Anxiety is like the wind chimes on the window, fluttering and ding-dong.

Ever since he learned to sleep, Feng Ling, like Li Mufeng, has become deprived of sleep in the five elements. Now he squinted his eyes and almost fell asleep. When he heard the man asking, he paused for a long time before replying, "Humans, or?"

Li Mufeng replied, "Not human."

Feng Ling sorted out her words, "Cultivating the Tao is about following your heart, as long as you like it."

Li Mufeng asked again, "What about you?"

Feng Ling turned sideways to Li Mufeng, his eyes fell on the person's eyes, his pupils were light in color, light golden brown with the color of glass in the sunlight.

His eyelashes are also different from his straight and slightly drooping ones. His eyelashes are long and curled up, looking like an ink butterfly about to fly.

Every time she sees Li Mufeng's eyes, Feng Ling will think of the line Gu Xici once sang, "Long eyelashes cover the exquisite eyes", this line of lyrics seems to be so suitable for him.

The young man made no secret of his admiration for the man's appearance, and replied with a smile, "The three who raised me are all men, and they are Taoist companions."

"..."

three?

110, 001 or the three attack and accept each other?

The flashing back and forth of zero and one created the special effect of the Matrix code flashing in Li Mufeng's brain.

"Can I hear their stories?" Li Mufeng had already broken his leg due to the manipulation of the elders.

"A Li picked up a pair of twins from a human woman, and they got together later." Feng Ling is a poor narrator. After summarizing the story in one sentence, he found that the protagonist's name was not clear. "A Li's name is Feng Li, and the twins are Gu Yun. Qing and Gu Yuncheng."

They were all names that had never been heard in the mythology, and Li Mufeng weighed the fighting power of his future father-in-law's family in his heart.

It is estimated that it is not as tall as those gods or beasts, so it is covered by their aura.

"I guess you don't even know their names," Feng Ling checked half of the brainwaves, "because their names were voluntarily erased from the written history of the Three Realms."

Li Mufeng was shocked for a second, never hearing the name and erasing the name are completely two concepts,

Most of the former are little-known little people, but the latter are basically big shots who have done great things.

"What did they do?" How outrageous did they do it?

Feng Ling struggled to organize his words. He felt that he was definitely not suitable for writing novels, and copywriting would exhaust him to death.

"They designed the second calamity to destroy the ancient witches, transfer the demon race, and let the weakest human race win without a fight." Feng finally squeezed out the answer slowly as if oysters were washing pearls.

The boss is different, he is at the level of robbery when he makes a move.

Li Mufeng asked again, "Let the human race survive because they are all human?"

"No," Feng Ling replied bluntly and quickly this time, "A Li is not a human being, but Yuan Feng, and Yun Qing Yuncheng is half human and half demon."

"Let the human race win only because the human race needs to win. The way of heaven chose human beings. Their real crime is to exterminate the clan and change their fate against the sky. The monster race that should have died in the battle was forcibly left behind."

It was the first time that Li Mufeng understood why Feng Ling was so disdainful of humans and their rules. The elders in the family always played tricks against the law of heaven.

On the sweet troubles of the object's family background is too good.

Li Mufeng didn't ask any more specific questions. He already understood why Feng Ling said that being destined to him was good luck. Born in such an environment, Feng Ling had enough conditions to treat everything in the world with arrogance.

As for after he knew Feng Ling's identity after a while, it would be a later story to deeply reflect on the things that he was once so shallow.

Now he never thought of the boss who always felt that he was a cute new theorem. After dinner, Xin Xinran set off fireworks with the three non-human beings.

Feng Ling set up an isolation formation on the roof, no matter how hard they toss, the outside world will not be able to perceive it.

There is a ban on fireworks in City A, and there are not many types of fireworks in the world. There are only hand-cranked fairy sticks and small fireworks that can emit fireworks two meters high when placed on the ground.

Even so, Liu Hua and Shen Quan were still so excited that they couldn't help themselves, holding fairy sticks and writing to each other in the air that each other is a big fool.

The sparks burst out one after another and extinguished, and the youth's worry-free youth shines brightly in the moment of youth.

Sitting side by side with Feng Ling on the roof of the building, Li Mufeng held the fairy stick in his hand, looked at the Mao Tuanzi who was dancing around the fireworks not far away, talking about New Year's wishes, and suddenly realized the meaning of the New Year.

It is not the date of this day that is special, but the person of this day is special.

Get together and share the joy and hope in your heart with every member.

This is the year, this is the home.

All the warmth he wanted was here.