When Inhumans Meet Abnormal Humans

According to a cat's observation, the two parents of his family must have had some ulterior interaction on their birthday.

The evidence is that Feng Ling's scent belonging to Li Mufeng has become even stronger, so strong that if you just rely on the smell, you can't tell the two of them apart.

The corners of Li Mufeng's eyes and brows were also full of satisfaction, and his slightly squinted eyes were full of satisfaction after feasting on the prey.

This old couple, exuding the sweetness of husband and wife flying together, Qiao Liuhua, who was watching, was also happy for them, but there was always one thing on his mind that he couldn't let go of.

"Big brother, I'm stuck," the once carefree cat struggled for many days, and finally couldn't help it. He asked Xu Ci to leave on weekend duty, and took the time to make tea to find parents. strength backup.

If Feng Ling doesn't drink, she doesn't talk as much as Fu Jian Yibo's full-time update. Li Mufeng still does the usual questions, "How can I get stuck?"

"Probably, Xinwen has no idea," Liu Hua replied.

He is now about to give up his real fandom and start writing online articles by himself, but unfortunately he died at the first hurdle of conception.

"There are so many themes that I want to write, but once I scrutinize the details, I feel that I can't write any more." Putting the copper pot filled with Liquan on the stove, Liuhua waited for the water to boil, talking about the brows that lingered in my heart for days Worry.

"I want to write Xianxia, ​​but I don't want to say that I can't get out of the setting, the counterattack of the waste wood, the rebirth of the ancestors and the ordinary youth's painstaking efforts to become a god, even the plot is difficult to advance."

Logically, Liuhua has inherited Li Mufeng's scientific spirit, and must be rigorous, sophisticated, and meticulous, but in this way, the plot will not change at all, and many of the plots will not stand up to scrutiny at all.

"Think about it carefully, how can there be so many people who don't know what is good or bad, and want to bully when they see someone. Besides, how do they survive in a high-risk world where killing and stealing are commonplace?"

"Also, people other than the protagonist group will slap their face for pretending to be a cross. The protagonist and team members pretending to be a cross will inevitably surprise the audience. By the way, they will get the favor of a certain noble girl. They think he has a good personality and arrogance. Fangxin, or someone who is so horribly skilled, sees that his bones are so strange that he will become a great weapon in time, so he rushes to send his family so-and-so out."

Liu Hua complained too much in one breath, if he hadn't learned to breathe like a turtle, he would have almost been deprived of oxygen.

"Writing like this is too double-standard. I'm afraid this girl has a second-degree illness, and the expert may also be a goldfish spirit. Forget what I said earlier. There is never a shortage of geniuses in the world. The one who reaches the end is the supreme being of immortality."

"The plot requires it," Director Li said of his years of self-writing and directing experience. "Without them, there would be no twists and turns. If you really want logic, don't use these settings. These settings themselves are Jack Su bugs."

"Although it is sick to find the truth in the virtual world, it is better not to write if it is too nonsense. This kind of text, even if the number of words grows faster than the speed of light, is still in the scope of science, because they don't spread any information at all. Reading it is a waste of life. , wasting time."

Jack Su is as unreasonable as Mary Su. For Su and Su, what he reflects behind his back is that a certain man's imagination cannot be obtained in reality, so it is greasy in the text.

Li Mufeng couldn't understand both of them.

As a small rich second generation, he doesn't know why there is a son of a family who insists on going against a poor boy who is not as good as himself in all aspects.

The premise of fighting is the same status. The higher-ranking people target the lower-ranking people, either because they have mental problems and love to belittle themselves for fun, or because the actors sent by our army are clearly raising the other party's status by slapping their faces.

Similarly, he doesn't really understand why there are people who give up loving themselves to die or live, high-quality women with outstanding looks, excellent family background and education, who go to lick their faces and stick to a family with average personality and appearance. The only characteristic is that they don't like it. own ordinary people.

At least in reality, he has never seen such a situation. Generally, it is either a marriage from an aristocratic family, or a girl from an ordinary family is good enough and outstanding.

"If you just want to be an ordinary web writer, don't care about this kind of bug, how cool it is, how to write it, the mood of reading this kind of text is the same as watching an island movie, no one cares about the rationality of the plot," Li Mufeng summed up his speech, "If you want to have your own style and increase readability, try to bring some brains and buckle up the details."

The water in the pot was boiling, Liu Hua picked up the kettle and began to wash the tea leaves.

The similarities between Shuangwen and Daoguo love action movies are not only that the rationality of the plot takes a backseat, but also that the mood of watching is similar-I am excited when watching it, but feel boring after watching it. In the short time of saints, reflection I wasted my time on my own, and then went on to find the next one, repeating the process.

With the injection of hot water, the tea smoke curled up, spreading a foot of fragrant yarn in the air.

After the cold food festival, the spring is not old, the misty rain is dark, the city is full of fine willows, and the wind is slanting, and new tea is cooked on a new fire. It is an elegant thing to discuss with others.

Every time Liuhua makes tea, he always feels that his class and style are higher than before. Although his grandmother is also a cultural person and an old lady, she is still not as good as Feng Ling who turns daily life into a work of art. After watching Feng Ling's life, Wen Qing might be excited and shout out poetic immortality.

"I really want to be a writer with personality, but it's a pity that I lack conditions in various senses." Liu Hua and the two offered cups and laughed at himself. Suspense, my logic dies early, it's better to have a bit of B."

Taking a sip of the spring tea sent by Feng Lixin, Feng Ling opened her lips to comfort, "Everyone has their own strengths, and the most important thing about writing is to read more and practice more, so you can naturally find your own way."

"Indeed," Li Mufeng did not disagree with Feng Ling's words, "I remember that your writing is good and your psychological description is detailed, so you can focus more on this aspect."

"Literature comes from life, and it is higher than life. If you put your own experience into it, can a monster write badly about cultivating immortals?"

"I can't write well," Liu Hua wrote with honesty all over his face, "I cultivated a fake immortal. I was so scared that I cried for days."

Domineering or something is impossible in this life, just think about how to become a fighter in the family pet.

"...Do you want to try writing about those Taoist priests who beat you up? Take them as the main characters?" Li Mufeng suggested hesitantly.

"..." Liu Hua thought about it for a while, and asked seriously, "Do you think the protagonist is often beaten and beaten, will anyone watch?"

"If they are the protagonists, I really want to be the stepmother of Cinderella's family, torture the protagonist to death, and die tragically in the end."

"Communication with people, there must be a chance, unless you write the story of cultivating immortals in seclusion in a single man's house," said Li's father, who was worried about his son's homework, and wished he could write for his son himself.

"Will anyone watch it?" Liu Hua expressed concern about this unspectacular setting.

"Alternatively, it's not bad to cry and pick up leaks and become a god," Feng Ling looked up and down the kitty, trying to find a way out for him.

"It's still easy to write," Li Wife Nu immediately stood behind his daughter-in-law and waved the flag to cheer, "It's the most similar to Sanhua, and it has a sense of substitution."

Once the setting was knocked down, Liuhua looked at the setting of the protagonist "counseling, dramatist, loves to cry, troublesome physique, never succeeded in pretending to be a fork, but very lucky", and felt the malice from destiny, the one who pretended to be a fork was zero success The blunt passivity always made him feel a dull pain in his knees.

As a cat who can't even kill the world, he may be kicked out of the cat king alliance that dominates the earth sooner or later.

"Speaking of which, I remember that Yi Zhiling will have an appointment lecture on Wenxin tomorrow, and she gave me some invitation tickets," Li Mufeng said, already thinking about the child's long-term dream.

Since writing an essay requires a person's heart to convey a concept, only such an essay with a high level of intention can stand the test of time.

Just like Shoji Shimada, he once deliberately settled himself to find his own literary heart, and finally put forward the theory of "Benge mystery", combining the grand mystery of romance with the rigorous reasoning of reality, using huge tricks, complicated hearts and Fiery feelings together make up the deciphered world in his writing, and build his throne of reasoning in Benge School.

"Isn't Yi Zhiling pretty... what can she write?" Liu Hua questioned.

"Have you read her article?" Feng Ling patted the kitten on the head when Liuhua shook her head, "I don't have the right to speak if I don't understand."

"Yes," Liu Hua bowed his head and admitted his mistake, "I'm fascinated by Wenru, so it's superficial, and I'll review it after I read it carefully."

Wen Ru's person is only in most cases, and there are many examples like Song Zhiwen, where Wen Ru is superior to others. He is obviously a person who is following others, but he can write elegant and unrestrained sentences when he is retiring.

Therefore, although literature cannot be separated from people, it should be read separately.

On Sunday afternoon, Li Mufeng took Feng Ling and Liu Hua to listen to the live version of the interview lecture as scheduled. Shen Quan heard that he wanted to see how people write, so he shook his head like a rattle in a child's hand, and kept saying, He was still sleepy when he went there, even if he smoked him into a charcoal-roasted bird, he still couldn't get any ink out of his belly.

Yi Zhiling on the stage was wearing a white dress and was sitting opposite a well-known hostess. The hostess was also wearing a simple white suit in response to her.

Two intellectual women with excellent temperament, as long as they are in the same frame, it will be a clear and bright landscape painting, soft and poetic.

Beauty is in the bones, but more in the spirit. The good-looking appearance can make people take a second look, but what really makes people unable to take their eyes off is the art in her watery and clear eyes, and the elegance and calmness of her demeanor.

This is the strength of the soul that can only be obtained after reading poetry and books and becoming a habit of refinement. The beauty enters the soul, and the fragrance of books is lingering in the upbringing. If you are not careful, you will be fascinated by her unique charm.

A pair of women with literature and art in their bones talked freely on stage, from literature to literary creation.

"Actually, everyone has his own shadow when writing," Yi Zhiling said on Yi Zhiling's overly delicate and beautiful face, with a reserved smile unique to cultural people, clear and reserved, and a touch of self-restraint, " A female writer I like very much, Mori Mori, her novels reflect her view on emotion."

"There is a wonderful room in the heart of the girl Zaura. The room is made of opaque, thick things like frosted glass. Emotions from the outside world enter Zaura's heart through this layer of glass."

"Every time I read the sentence she wrote at the beginning of "Sweet Room", I can always think of how the girl described the forbidden love in her heart," Yi Zhiling said here, as if recalling some beautiful things. The alienated smile on the face is slowly soaked in the sweetness of being caught in some beautiful past, "When I write something, I also like to write myself in it, as if every word is an extension of my soul."

"May I ask Ms. Yi, what kind of mood did you feel when you were writing "The Moon and the Evening"?" The hostess picked up the book from the small table in front of her.

The cover of the book is almost completely black, with only a hook of the waning moon printed on the upper middle, and the title of the book "Yue Xi Xi Cheng Jue", which is Yi Zhiling's new collection of poems published this year.

"I miss someone," Yi Zhiling bowed her head in embarrassment, she looked like a shy and timid pink begonia, but her eyes were bright and straightforward, with the persistence and yearning for feelings, these two contradictions The feeling of love fits seamlessly with her body, forming her unique beauty, which makes people unable to help but want to find out who is shining a shocking shadow in her spring of autumn water.

"However, you also know that I chose this name because I used Nalan's words," Yi Zhiling's brows and eyes darkened slightly.

Taking into account the average level of the audience, the hostess read out the original sentence for her, "The hard work is the most pity for the sky and the moon, forming a ring overnight, and forming a ring every evening."

"I got separated from that person, no matter how difficult our moon is," Yi Zhiling still kept smiling, "So I wanted to write something for him, for me, for our past."

"Every time I write, I have the feeling of wanting to write his name into the poem. It's like drawing a sketch, drawing his eyebrows and eyes little by little... However, Da Vinci's secrets cannot be written into his diary, and a few lines can't be written. It can't fill my mood, no matter how detailed the sketch is, it won't be the same person's eyebrows and eyes as before." Following the narration, Yi Zhiling's eye sockets began to turn red, and the two points turned the sadness into tears, but he still refused to shed them, "I ..."

Missing a person to the extreme is wanting to say something, before the words are spoken, tears flow first, there is nowhere to say, without thinking, it is unforgettable.

Everyone could read this emotion from Yi Zhiling's hypnotic expression.

When Yi Zhiling mentioned that after she separated, she went to various countries in the world to find a spiritual habitat, the hostess asked, "Can you share your travel story? I heard that this collection of poems is You wrote it during your travels and your return home."

"Are you in a mood?" Yi Zhiling's emotions seemed to have been restrained, only the eyes were wet, the tip of the nose was red, and the smile on the face remained undiminished, so strong that it was heartbreaking and heart-wrenching, "Probably, leave him, see everything All the people are like him, but they are not him, I thought I was fleeing, but I painted myself as a prison with my own hands."

The hostess chatted with Yi Zhiling about other topics about Wenxin, and Yi Zhiling also gave some suggestions to novice writers, such as trying to connect with life as much as possible. Every writer's most proud words come from him More life experiences, more observations of life, and a careful look at the various aspects of life, the people in the works have souls, and so on.

They are all clichés, but they are said in a literary tone.

Liuhua's small electronic notebook is full of memories, and it looks like it has benefited a lot and gained a lot.

Sitting in the car on the way home, Liu Hua sorted out his notes and exchanged ideas with the two of them, "Speaking of which, seeing Yi Zhiling's appearance, it's hard to imagine that she will be behind the scenes."

Yi Zhiling is elegant and weak, born with the slender sensitivity of a literati, the eyes that were originally beautiful, once they are stained with poetry, they will have depth, and the flat beauty will immediately become a three-dimensional layered beauty. With the inner spirit, he stands out from the crowd of good-looking skins.

For such a noble and pure woman, it is difficult for anyone to see her deep palace and treacherous thoughts from the surface.

Obviously, not long ago, they just joined forces with the enemies of their lovers and wanted to put their lovers to death together.

Today, I can express my love affectionately in front of people again, and praise the person I have abandoned as the cinnabar between the eyebrows and the moonlight in my heart except that Wushan is not a cloud.

"This is knowing people, knowing face but not heart. She used Mu Xin's poem today, and I think the other line is more suitable for her," Li Mufeng said with a smile while steering the steering wheel steadily, "I searched for the depth of people's hearts, but I saw them shallow."

"I wanted to find poetry from her, but I found it was vulgar."

"Ah, it's too much," Liuhua cried, unwilling to derogate the person who was so quick to read the witty words and the best lines of poetry, "it's okay to be inconsistent, but it's a bit too much to be vulgar, obviously People have written so many poems for you."

"That's why it's so vulgar," Feng Ling said a little, "it ruined those good sentences."

"Hahaha," Li Mufeng took Feng Ling's hand while waiting for the red light, and kissed the back of his hand, "My heart is only for you. No matter how many poems you have, I can't compare you to a good person. Of course, if you Mister Yong, I would prefer."

Feng Ling thought of something, pinched the man's face with her backhand, and scolded with a smile, "Hehe, I believe your evil."

Although there was nothing wrong with this dialogue, Liuhua's gossip radar told him that there was something wrong with it. Before he knew it, the script must have been performed secretly for many episodes, and the little train might have started quietly.

Not giving a certain cat a chance to gossip, Li Mufeng changed the topic back, "Guess why Yi Zhiling wrote these things?"

"Remember those years, the boy we loved together?" Liu Hua was not sure.

Li Mufeng: "Guess a little deeper?"

Liu Hua recalled the strange books he had read, and combined with the current situation, Li Mufeng and Feng Ling are a couple. If someone appears at this time, he will show affection to one of the couple without principles or bottom line. , then there is only one possibility for this person.

Coming to a conclusion, Liuhua frowned, squeezed his bitch voice, and said with a frown of disdain, "Could it be the Xinyue Gege declaration? I'm not here to destroy you, I'm here to join you, that kind."

"..." That line doesn't have to be pronounced so similarly.

Li Mufeng resisted the urge to throw the cat out of the car, didn't dare to let him continue guessing, and explained to him, "Yi Zhiling doesn't have this disgusting love for me, it's vulgar because she wrote these Let the world see, let others think she loves me, the words are correct, but the author's mind is not correct."

"Knowing the subtext behind it, who is in the mood to see how she behaves?" Li Mufeng raised her eyebrows, and smiled mockingly on her lips, "Anyway, I think every word she says is hypocrisy, and it's just a play on the spot. If you are serious, you will fall into the trap." .”

"She has no love in her heart," Feng Ling took the words, as if she didn't want Li Mufeng to say too much about other people.

Li Mufeng patted the back of Feng Ling's hand and explained someone's scheming to Liuhua, "From a human point of view, Yi Zhiling is getting old and needs to find someone to marry. At this time, Mu Feng, who has a successful career, is an excellent choice for her. She will come back to play the emotional card."

"The so-called high-profile publicity in front of people is also to build momentum for the public, kidnapped by public opinion and morality. If it succeeds, she can successfully complete the business and government marriage. If it fails, she can also discredit me, label me a heartbreaker, and damage the image of the entire company. "" Li Mufeng didn't even bother to smile, "and those who really love deeply and painfully won't say it."

If love is deep enough, the wound will be pierced in the bottom of the heart. Human beings would rather let it rot there and become a deep hole than expose it to the sun and talk to others. Love or hate is a matter of one person.

The pain is so extreme that you will never dare to touch it. All memories and words will be carefully avoided, and you will not share them with others. Sometimes what you can say is not really painful.

These two kinds of poison | medicine, except for the time of forgetting, can be solved by the next period of fierce love.

The former keeps diluting the memory with long time, until the original smell dissipates, thick scabs form on the wound, soak the past into transparency, and brew the tears into wine.

The latter is a sharp knife. A person holds a sharp blade and breaks into the hearts of others without authorization. With burning feelings, he gouges out the carrion of the wound and fills the blank with his own soul and flesh and blood.

"I know the truth, so I can't look directly at her literary ideas," Liu Hua held the electronic version, wanting to cry but not crying, feeling as if the bubble of the beautiful dream of a teenager had been shattered.

"You should look at it the same way," Li Mufeng said with a smile. "Writers and poets are all the same. You can only look at it from a distance. If you know it too clearly, you will have no room for imagination."

"The poet is a myth in history, but living next door is a joke."

Du Fu's writing "Song of the Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind", in history, it is called a literati's sentimental matter, and next door, it is called the wind blowing the house, and there are a lot of sour scholars who can talk nonsense.

"It's the same for writers, too. It's good to read the works. Sometimes it's a good thing that you don't know yourself that much," Li Mufeng smiled and told Xiaomao about the cruelty of the world.

For example, Oscar Wilde, you can appreciate his selflessness in singing the nightingale about love, you can also appreciate the decadence of Mr. Gray’s beauty and disillusionment, and you can even be overwhelmed by his unrestrained talent that "except for genius, there is nothing to declare".

But it's better not to read his biography too much. When someone describes him with the phrase "a mouthful of buck teeth is green and almost black, it is probably caused by the mercury treatment of syphilis". In such a sentence.

"I've always wanted to know one thing," Liu Hua silently wept bitterly for his youthful innocence, and asked, "Didn't Li Dada do physics? What does it mean to be so educated?"

"Who told you that science and engineering students are uneducated?" Li Mufeng was amused by the childishness of the kitten. I just don't know."

"I can't be counted as literate, but I can't be counted as not reading at all, it just happens to be something I know.