【Xingmo】My boyfriend is from the Ming Dynasty

"So, that's what he said."

Xinghuajun drank a large glass of water, and Mo Cangli asked him to pass on the message. Wen Huang asked him many things by the way, so he had to tell the whole story about himself and Mo Cangli. Of course, It has been cut and processed.

"Oh? He means that there is a parallel universe with you, me, and him? Moreover, it is a parallel world that dates back to the Ming Dynasty."

"Well... I think that's what he meant."

"Then, where is your boyfriend from?"

Xinghuajun almost choked on the tea when he heard this, "FNNDP, he is not my boyfriend."

"Oh, look at you, why are you so excited." Emperor Wen waved his big cattail fan towards him a few times, "He was your boyfriend in the Ming Dynasty."

"This matter, if you tell it, people will think you have hysteria. However, according to the parallel world, there should be a 'Mo Cangli' here, what do you think?"

"Huh? One?...One is enough?"

Two Mo Cangli, the world will be destroyed.Mr. Xinghua thought in a daze.

"He said he made the tree by magic?"

"That's right," Mr. Xinghua leaned back in his chair. Recently, he has become less and less convinced of science, and was asked about his family history all night yesterday. "He also asked you to return the tree to him."

"No." Wen Huang stood up, he planted the red tree into the soil and watered it every day, "I look comfortable and pleasing to the eye." He said, he ran to the courtyard on his own, bent over Eyes narrowed into slits to examine the new cracks in the tree.

Xinghuajun followed out, and Emperor Wen asked without looking back: "I said no, what can he do? Is your little boyfriend coming to beat me?"

"It's not a boyfriend!" Wen Huang repeatedly mentioned his sad things, which made him very annoyed, "He said, if Wen Huang doesn't return it, then feed this tree with his own blood. To the north, this tree is scary enough."

"Blood?"

Emperor Wen waved to Feng Duyue, and the butler obediently came to him and exposed his neck.

"What are you doing?" Wen Huang dissatisfied, "I don't like blood spraying everywhere, I just want a little."

Without even frowning, Feng Duyue pulled his wrist away, and the blood dripped down the red tree bit by bit along his wrist.Mr. Xinghua looked up curiously. Emperor Wen pointed to the crack in the tree and said, "Oh, artificial plasma is useless."

"Artificial... you can't?!"

"That's right, this is my Fengduyue B2 model, it has been improved."

"Emperor Wen...you are still so perverted."

Failed to carry the tree home, and made a telegraph machine for a day.

Is there anything I can't say on WeChat?Do you have to ask me to be the megaphone?Mr. Xinghua took off his coat and nestled on the sofa looking at his phone.WeChat suddenly jumped out of a push.

Overturned my cognition!The truth behind the original history is this...

The column articles of Mo Cangli are all posted in the article links.It seems that this guy is still very famous.

Mo Cangli came back later than him, with a set of clothes in his hand.This person went out more frequently than before, and he didn't know where he went.

"Your Shuwen Emperor won't return it, what are you going to do?"

"It doesn't matter." Mo Cangli's attitude was indifferent, "Anyway, the trees I made are similar to those made in the craft factory."

"Try it." He raised the pajamas in his hand to Mr. Xinghua. "The last time I did the laundry, I saw a hole in your pajamas, in the pants."

The heart of the 40-year-old man suddenly felt like a spring breeze, with a peach-colored warmth. He opened it and asked with a smile, "Is it for me?"

"Well," Mo Cangli nodded, "there is a discount in the supermarket, 35 yuan a set, I think you will like it." Following his words, Mr. Xinghua lifted up the set of pajamas, the print on it is the most popular at the moment Pink Pippi Pig.

"Suitable for me?" Mr. Xinghua's face darkened.

"Do you still like it?"

Thought there was a play.Mr. Xinghua fiercely chopped a handful of coriander, what he is going to cook today is a dish that is a mixture of what Mo Cangli hates the most and what Mo Cangli likes the most.In this way, he had to eat.

This is revenge!

The history forum was going to hold a symposium, and the editor wanted to discuss publishing a book with him by the way.On a serious occasion, Mo Cangli didn't even have a suit.

He tried the one in Xinghuajun's cabinet, and Xinghuajun thought it was a little too big and didn't fit.I have to push him to the mall to buy.

"It's just a small forum to exchange ideas with others. Is there anything worthy of a suit and leather shoes?" Mo Cangli looked at the colorful ties on the shelf, and took down a dark green one.

The lady of the shopping guide introduced very thoughtfully, "This one suits you very well. Do you want to buy one for this gentleman? Today, two pieces are discounted!"

"Look, you look so handsome when you wear it like this." Mr. Xinghua sat on the sofa in the store and took a quick candid photo with her mobile phone. At this time, Mo Cangli was wrapping his tie around his neck, and the shopping guide lady stepped forward. Go and ask politely, "How about I tie it for you?"

He nodded and said thank you.

The shopping guide gave him a sneaky look. He was really a handsome man with handsome features and a deserted appearance.Just a little gloomy.

She didn't dare to dawdle too much, and hastily tied Mo Cangli's tie.

"That's right, that's right, it looks great," Xinghua Jun took advantage of his unpreparedness and took another photo. The neat suit wraps his waistline very narrowly, and the trousers decorate his legs even more slender.The wrist exposed by the cuff is white, and it matches the master's gloomyness that does not see the sun, which is very beautiful.Speaking of which, this person always wears his old clothes, and even he didn't realize that his body proportions are so good.With the suit on him, the word abstinence can only play a negative role on him.

How come you haven't given up yet.Mr. Xinghua twisted his face severely, and began to be a little jealous of Ming Dynasty's self.

Mo Cangli didn't have much money, so Mr. Xinghua had no choice but to take out his credit card to pay for him.He leaned against the charging counter, feeling that he could understand the feelings of those big money who kept their little faces.In fact, it's not expensive. When he picked up the bill, his hands still shook a little physiologically.

— That’s five digits.What a cheap jerk.It's a pity that you can only look at it, not touch it.Thinking about it this way, the calculator in Mr. Xinghua's mind crackled and began to click again - he is like chasing stars, playing with love and being a producer.

Li Zeyan is still dating, when will he, Mo Cangli, be willing to date him?

Mo Cangli waited for Mr. Xinghua while browsing the local gossip information. That person needs a few minutes of psychological construction on the money matter, so it is normal for it to take a long time.

A local public account is posting various urban legends. The more attractive one is a traffic accident involving a junior high school student on a spring outing. A mudslide occurred that day, killing 50 people in the car, and only one survived.

It is said that the child's temperament changed drastically afterwards, from being a good boy to a rebellious boy.He also said that he was not the original self.

Mo Cangli's ability to associate and organize information is excellent, because the name of the person involved was not written in this simple urban legend, so he had to find the news from that year and read it carefully.Sure enough, the child's name was published in the newspaper, and his name was Shi Zhiyi.

It is impossible for a person to make changes without logical basis. I refused Shi Yanwen's further help that day, so I had no way of knowing the details of his son.

What if... he was not the only one who came to this world, and if... there were not only two parallel worlds?

He stared at the phone screen intently, in a trance, he felt that his hand was gradually becoming transparent.

Probably didn't sleep well.He blinked, and the specious illusion disappeared again.