When Inhumans Meet Abnormal Humans

Xu Cishu and the others came from the fourth day of junior high school.

It was the first time for a few people to celebrate the New Year with Li Mufeng, and they thought about it for a long time just for the gift.

Li Mufeng didn't want anything other than Feng Ling, and Feng Ling looked like a fairy, so he couldn't guess whether he was interested in anything other than Li Mufeng.

Xu Cishu secretly asked Li Mufeng what would be better to bring, and Li Youlingwanshizu directly brushed them five or six "Xian'er", and then waved his hand, don't bring anything, as long as people come.

Of course, it was impossible to bring nothing, and a few people finally came to the door with ingredients and drinks.

The number of people who came on the fourth day was not as large as that of Shengjing, only Gu Xici, Lu Sheng and Xu Cishu came.

"Wanwan went back to her hometown," Gu Xi explained for Shen Guiwan that she would not return from City C to City A until the sixth and seventh day of the lunar new year.

Shen Guiwan didn't come, it was impossible for Yi Zhiling to come, only Xu Shucha was left as a little girl, she couldn't go out without the company of female compatriots during Chinese New Year, so she had to give up with all regrets.

"It's normal to return home during the Chinese New Year," Liu Hua put the fruit platter on the coffee table and said with a smile, "City A is empty now."

The city that hosts a huge number of foreign souls will become an empty city during the Chinese New Year.

The street has lost the bustling traffic and hustle and bustle of the past, only red lanterns hanging on the too wide roadside, whitewashing the coldness of the city with the most eager colors.

As everyone knows, this shows the cold and lonely side of the city after it has been washed away.

Gu Xici took a bite of Apple's bunny ears, and agreed vaguely, "No, today's driving is more than twice as fast as usual, so fast that it can fly."

"It's still flying fast," Feng Ling took the words.

Li Mufeng choked his throat with a sip of tea, pursed his lips for a while, and then he didn't lose his composure like Gu Xici did to spit out the broken fruit.

Seeing the lingering fears of the two people, Lu Sheng's understanding of Feng Ling's natural blackness has improved to a new level, "I didn't bring any good things this time, I feel quite embarrassed."

He felt ashamed because of Yi Zhiling's incident, and always felt that he needed some valuables to brighten his not-so-bright future.

Feng Ling smiled and said, "No need, the house here is too small to fit things."

Small?

Not counting the 180-square-meter house in the attic, it is still small for two people to live in. Do you think the whole mountain is your home?

Lu Sheng didn't know what happened to Feng Ling's family, he only thought that he lived in a Taoist temple like the Taoist priests in the novel.

Li Mufeng patted his cousin on the shoulder, motioning him to look at Xu Cishu's face.

Xu Cishu's expression is quite dignified now. If you look carefully, you can see that his hand holding the porcelain cup is trembling slightly. He rubbed his fingers on the cup for a long time before he said cautiously, "Is this Ru kiln porcelain?"

It was a question, and he was not sure.

He has never seen this kind of porcelain before, its color is like the blue sky, its brightness is like a precious mirror, it looks like Ru porcelain, but it is finer than any piece of Ru porcelain he has ever seen.

"Chai Kiln," Feng Ling was a little surprised, this was the first time Xu Cishu saw an ancient relic, "The one Chai Shizong said."

The sky is blue after the rain and the clouds are broken, and the future is made of the same color.

Azure was the first color that Chai Shizong proposed for the Chai Kiln Royal Brush.

Lu Sheng gently tugged at the corner of his brother's clothes, and asked, "Isn't it lost?"

In Cao Zhao's "Ge Gu Yao Lun", the five major kilns are Chai, Ru, Guan, Ge, Ding, and Chai Kiln ranks first above Ru Kiln.

It's a pity that the firewood kiln has been lost for a long time. When Ouyang Xiu wrote "Return to the Field" in the Song Dynasty, he had already used the description of "rare in the world, and those who get its fragments use gold ornaments as utensils".

"So, do you now know why I said that nothing you bring is expensive?" Li Mufeng clearly wrote on his face that he looked at me for your own good.

Drinking tea with water cups worth hundreds of millions, are you always so extravagant?

Brother, I didn't say that your family business can't afford to play like this, are you sure you don't care?

Lu Sheng conveyed this message to his brother with his eyes.

"I said, the Ru kiln porcelain washers in the attic were used to wash pens, do you believe it?" Li Mufeng covered his face halfway, with an expression that I actually thought he was a prodigal, but there was nothing he could do about it, "Xian'er said, the utensils The meaning of being made is to use, not to be placed in a glass cabinet for people to watch."

Hearing Li Mufeng's description, Xu Cishu looked at the celadon porcelain cup in his hand, and seriously reflected on his pettiness for wanting to wear white gloves.

The Goddess Peak, which has been exhibited on the cliff for thousands of years, is eager to cry on the lover's shoulder all night. Who knows, do porcelain cups wish to have a half cup of clear wine to talk about poetry and wine with others than to live in the exhibition room?

Gu Xi has a big heart, and he doesn't have Xu Cishu's attainments in antiques. When he heard about Ru Kiln porcelain, he immediately expressed his desire to watch the small attic of the Invisible Moat.

After the video of Feng Ling's manuscript was posted on the Internet, many research parties have analyzed the interior decoration, and came to the conclusion that if the father's house is full of genuine products, the attic alone will cost tens of millions.

At that time, he had been itching for Feng Ling's small attic, but now that he heard that a single brush can cost more than ten million yuan, he was even more curious, wondering how unremarkable people can be.

All the furniture in the attic is made of small-leaf red sandalwood wood, and the carver is not comparable to the ordinary custom-made in the market. Looking at the lotus and auspicious cloud pattern on the corner of the table, one can imagine how the craftsman turned the blade into a painting.

On the desk, the Ruci brush washer was casually placed in the corner, and Gu Xici always worried that if he didn't pay attention, he would drop it on the ground by tens of millions.

Xu Cishu touched a pair of imperial green emerald phoenix paperweights, and couldn't help thinking of Qiao Yu who was said to have left.

She and Feng Ling came from the same family, and the usual utensils are so extravagant, so it's no wonder that ordinary suet jade bottles are worthless, so they just give them away.

"The pair of paperweights, I'll give you a New Year's red envelope." Feng Ling took Xu Cishu's recalled behavior as love, "It just so happens that I don't know what to give."

"???"

Now is the top imperial green handy?

The phoenix paperweight in my hand interprets the four characters of "valuable" in various senses. The material itself is flawless to the naked eye, with a green color that is dripping, and the knife craftsmanship is also exquisite.

Xu Cishu felt that he seemed to see an upgraded version of Qiao Yu, whose family would be hollowed out by the prodigal child sooner or later.

The 29-year-old unmarried man once again experienced the hardships of raising children.

Seeing Xu Cishu's face showing embarrassment, Feng Ling hurriedly pasted up the label that she couldn't put it down, and replaced it with something she hated, she always had to look twice, "Sorry, I was negligent, this thing is really not suitable for giving away."

Seeing Feng Ling's repentance, Gu Xici finally regained his senses from the soaring intimidation, and he said how could such a masterpiece be given away casually.

On the other hand, Li Mufeng thought of something, covered his mouth and laughed, "Xian'er, they don't pay much attention, don't worry."

Feng Ling was worried, "Really?"

"Really, if you don't believe me, I'll ask for you." Li Mufeng felt tired after standing for a while, resting his chin on Feng Ling's shoulder and hanging on his body. After answering the question, he raised his eyes to Xu Cishu and asked with a smile, "Xu Profiteer, are you hesitating because you dislike him?"

"How did you hook up with disgust?" Xu Cishu couldn't understand the riddle of those two people.

"Xian'er's family said that this bird is too green, and I always think that when I look at it, I think that there is a Hulunbuir prairie growing on my head," Li Mufeng explained to several humans, "He thought you didn't like it either."

Fengling's family is almost all of the bird family, seeing the green and shiny bird's head, it is an illusion that their own head is also a little green.

The status of this pair of paperweights in Qiwu Valley is only a little higher than those pious gods. The meaning of existence is only that he has the least aura, so he is suitable for Feng Ling to take to the human world for wrestling.

"Poverty limits my imagination," Gu Xici never dreamed that such a reason existed in the world.

"Are you poor?" Feng Ling asked, "Aren't the CEOs in novels always throwing money at people to make them laugh?"

Gu Xici, the president of an entertainment company, couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this, "Compared to you, I'm poor, and my company's market value is only [-] billion, but that's a whole company."

"Your small attic is almost a billion yuan," Gu Xici sighed, pointing to a room full of jewelry and porcelain, each of which is estimated to be worth tens of millions, even the porcelain pots in the corners that look unremarkable. They are all blue and white.

Xu Cishu also helped his forehead helplessly, turned Li Mufeng twice with his elbow, and persuaded earnestly, "Old Li, don't take your family to read online articles from now on."

In online novels, there are always the biggest chaebols in the world. Although they are considered rich, they are completely incomparable with real families. .

If you accidentally meet the heir of a famous noble family, it's either a Korean drama or Su Shuangwen.

There are very few people who stand at the top of the upper social pyramid, and there are more ordinary entrepreneurs like them who can only have a little influence in a small place in the society.

If you casually put the identities of aristocratic families on them, people will die.

"If you want to live a good life, you have to have a little green on your head." Fujiao Lu stroked the feathers of the little phoenix affectionately, his eyes have turned into RMB symbols, "Look at how green it is."

He invested most of his savings in Blizzard, and he just bought his own real estate. Even if he just received the year-end dividend, he still feels that he is poor.

Li Mufeng suddenly didn't really want to recognize this money-obsessed cousin, "You are still a professor because of this greedy face?"

"Are you afraid that you have misunderstood the professor?" Lu Sheng smiled indifferently, "Is there a future for pure academics these days? How much is knowledge worth?"

"Tu Youyou won the Nobel Prize and still can't afford a flat in the capital. Fan Bingbing just pays 8.8 million in taxes."

Hearing Lu Sheng's words, the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Scientists in China have never received the due courtesy. Bill Gates' example of becoming the richest man by relying on technology has no soil for development in China.

Inadequate patent protection and lack of funds for scientific research projects are all obstacles that researchers cannot avoid on the road to their dreams.

Li Mufeng and his team's research on full stealth was entirely at their own expense, and the initial investment almost used up all the savings of these people.

However, how many people can have the support of a well-off partner like him?

Without an economic foundation, no matter how many dreams you have, it is just empty talk.

Therefore, when the dreams of children all change from scientists to big stars, don't be too harsh on the children.

Because the times are like this, there are always people who have worked hard for more than ten years, which is not worth the dozens of days of perfunctory in front of other people's cameras.

This dislocation of value is to blame for you, me, and this era.

Blame you, only look at the surface, only love fast food culture.

Blame me, I can't stay poor, I can't stand loneliness, I just want to be famous quickly.

Blame the times, seek quickness, and forget the soul.

Feng Ling didn't understand the sorrows of human beings. With Li Huilang hanging on his shoulders, he walked to the cabinet, opened the carved wooden door, took out a few things, put them on the table, and said slowly, "I don't really understand your values, I didn’t prepare a red envelope before, and I couldn’t think of what to seal for a while, so you can choose whatever you want in this attic.”

Human beings have the custom of giving red envelopes from elders to younger ones during Chinese New Year. Feng Ling's credit points have been decreasing since selling bowls, and the current balance is not enough to wrap four big red envelopes, so let him choose some small things by himself.

Li Mufeng, who knew what Feng Ling meant, was afraid that if he would ask about his age later, he would say something shocking to the world, so he quickly took the bait away, "Those who are not married are all underage juniors, and those who want to receive red envelopes, there are also men, especially beautiful women. Don't ask a man's age casually."

The three juniors: "..."

I always feel that something is weird, the person who sends the red envelope, the way of sending the red envelope, and the content of the red envelope are not according to the normal script.

"No, we're not here to pay New Year's greetings," Xu Cishu realized first, they didn't come to pay New Year's greetings to receive some red envelopes.

"But you brought wine," Feng Ling replied expressionlessly.

There is no need to bring drinks, food, and gifts when you go out the door, only New Year's greetings.

Lu Sheng, who brought four bottles of Moutai, felt that he was so stupid, he should have listened to his brother, and Feng Ling said that he hadn't prepared a gift in the first place, and it was their act of bringing souvenirs that gave people such an illusion.

Li Mufeng received Lu Sheng's call for help, looked back at Feng Ling's serious expression, and silently blocked his silly brother's brainwaves, "Xian'er attaches great importance to New Year's etiquette."

I'm sorry everyone, I have clearly warned you not to bring gifts, and you have to jump into the hole you dug yourself, even if there is a sinkhole below.

It's because you insisted on making extra efforts, so now you should obediently obey and experience the relationship between human beings.

Besides, his Xian'er spent a lot of time preparing for the New Year, and he wrote more than one line in the notes for entertaining relatives and friends of the younger generation during the New Year.

Xu Cishu asked helplessly, "Then how about I want a picture of yours?"

Feng Ling asked in surprise, "Will it be too cheap to be worthy of your status?"

He was taught that books are the link of human knowledge inheritance, and he read a lot of articles about the president and his friends in order to entertain his friends.

The final experience summed up is that a qualified overlord will spend millions of dollars. Whether it is taking it out of his pocket to smash it, or contracting a fish pond, in short, expensive is the most important thing.

But he is not a famous artist, his words are worthless, and he can't show them.

"Our family can only be considered a wealthy middle class. We have money, but not so much," Li Mufeng slowly explained to Feng Ling the difference between them and the CEO in the novel.

"Although the name of the president is hung like the boss in the novel, the president is actually just a position in the company. It doesn't mean that we spend tens of millions of dollars in our lives. Gifts are about our hearts."

Feng Ling nodded and said, "That's it."

Li Mufeng rested his head on his shoulder, and when he lowered his head, his ears accidentally brushed against the man's soft and fluffy hair, which made it slightly itchy, which made Feng Ling's heart also itchy slightly, and he really wanted to reach out and rub it.

Seeing that the young man agreed, several people were relieved, they never thought that they would have a day when they were afraid of the gift being too expensive.

Sure enough, as long as you are alive, there are infinite possibilities.

While Li Mufeng was researching ink for Feng Ling, Xu Cishu looked carefully at the porcelain in the room to sharpen his eyesight, while Lu Sheng pondered over Yaozi who had just been taken out of the cabinet, and they were all quite quiet.

Only Gu Xici was restless, he surrounded him like a cat seeing a goldfish for the first time, always wanting to scratch his paw twice, "Old Li, let me play for a while."

Li Mufeng gave him a look of hehe, the disgust and contempt in his eyes were ready to come out.

As far as you are concerned, you only know how educated Bai Jie is, so don't ruin the literary work of studying ink.

Gu Xici was disgusted, and began to harass Feng Ling again. Although he was cold and reticent, he was easy to talk when he was not angry.

"Feng Xiaoling, I'm telling you, don't think too much of it when you hear about the rich second generation." Gu Xici was still thinking about his own poverty, "The prince in the novel, in reality, it is basically impossible to meet Arrived."

"The circles are different, and there is no intersection. The probability of getting to know such a person is lower than buying a lottery ticket. In our group, only the Yi family can be counted as a powerful person. It doesn't matter, the circle is different during the Chinese New Year."

After finishing speaking, Gu Xici casually leaned against the wall, touched the wood kiln porcelain cup that came from downstairs, and sighed how expensive this gray-colored thing is.

Hearing someone's description, Li Mufeng took a look at the other person's long legs that were stretched out with big thorns, and then shrank obediently after being stepped on by Xu Cishu, and thought, then you should go buy a lottery ticket, and there is a prince sitting in front of you Lord.

After completing the calligraphy and painting according to the requirements of several people, Feng Ling expressed obvious pity that the green phoenix paperweight could not be sent out, but no one objected, one by one was quiet, and their eyes drifted out of the window, as if the wind chime had suddenly become Especially charming.

Feng Ling had no choice but to give up sending the little green hair away, and sat on the ground in the attic with them and talked about the fairy road and the future plan of completely sneaking.

With Feng Ling's foresight, not only Li Mufeng made preparations technically, but Gu Xici also worked hard on public opinion, planning one after another, and mixed in some tricks to hurt the enemy and self-harm.

Just like the five days when the service was suspended during the Chinese New Year, the loss of Xianlu can be called shocking. They dare not look at the financial statements these days.

But there is no way, Fengwuchang should take a long-term view, and this loss is also part of the plan.

With the emergence of new things, there are always too many waves. If they are not careful, they will lose everything. Every step they take is like walking on thin ice and facing an abyss.For the sake of ambition, you must learn to restrain your desires in a timely manner.

The calligraphy and paintings full of paper floated above the head, and the ambition of youth stepped on the ground and grew under the starry sky.

Liu Hua and Shen Quan came up from time to time to pour tea and water for them, serving them with the utmost hospitality.

Lu Sheng sipped the refreshments, and looked at Li Mufeng with a bit of envy, "Brother Feng is really suffering, these days."

Compared with now, Li Mufeng's life in the past was not a human life.

Before leaving home in junior high school, in order to treat snake scales, he used medicine instead of food all year round, often taking medicine with unknown origin, and his body was always in a weak and abnormal state.

This person doesn't know how to take care of himself when he leaves home, he eats when he thinks about it, and gets hungry when he doesn't think about it.

It's the same with Yi Zhiling, that person is a fairy who drinks dew, and doesn't think about his health problems at all. During that time, Li Mufeng's health was more due to his self-discipline that he wanted to behave like a normal person.

After we broke up, the retarded man lived on mineral water for a long time.

Fortunately, before his death, Xu Cishu went to his house to clear out all the mineral water bottles, and told him that he had the motivation to create another world with his ugly appearance and lifeless experience.

but now.

Feng Ling would take care of him to stay up late, and even the small details of the refreshments showed his heart.

There are obviously two types of refreshments, one is sweeter in the shape of plum blossoms, the other is lighter in the shape of diamonds, Feng Ling only eats the shape of diamonds, and Li Mufeng only eats the shape of plum blossoms.

Lu Sheng remembered that Li Mufeng liked to eat sweets, and said that as long as he had this taste after taking the medicine, he would be happy.

"All my suffering may be in exchange for meeting Xian'er."

Li Mufeng smiled brightly, without the usual sarcasm, only pure light.

The moist peach blossom eyes are brighter due to this light, and they seem to be sparkling in the lake. Feng Ling thought of the description of "a pair of pupils cut autumn water" for no reason.

Staring at those bright eyes, Feng Ling smiled and said, "Suffering is suffering, it only tortures people. We met because you are good enough."

Suffering has no meaning. The so-called tempering of the will is nothing but inevitable. Only persistence and hard work beyond suffering can be meaningful.

If Li Mufeng wasn't talented enough to fully sneak, the two of them would really have no intersection as Gu Xici said.

They met not only because of fate, but also because of Li Mufeng's own talent.

The author has something to say:

It feels so realistic, it hurts

I even ruined my Mary Sue dream-