Guardian Chapter 117: Qiu Chen’s Diary

As for Dimensity Fifteen.

Chen Feng was cruel.

In the following days.

I deliberately picked a silly herringbone room and handed it over to him to weigh his soul.

Created the "natural death" of Dimensity XV.

The old guys go, the new guys come.

Iron barracks, running soldiers.

The code name of Dimensity Fifteen, from this person to that person.

No longer the man named Shen Sa from Sangmu Village before.

It is said that the soul master is running water as always.

Don't blame Chen Feng for being cruel.

Shen Sa, as one of the alternative containers for mulberry seeds, was deliberately sent by Changchun to the Shenhun Division.

Even on the surface, there is nothing unusual.

Shen Sa also asked Chen Feng to give money to "Old Man Changchun" to thank him for his relief over the years.

This action shows that he is "clean", and I don't know that Changchun is not a real person.

However, Chen Feng will not take risks.

It can be called a soul master by Changchun as a gamer and buried in the soul-suppressing division.

The problem has already been explained.

Xianqi sometimes can't help it. When it is detonated, it is not controlled by itself.

Rather than becoming a time bomb in the future.

It's better to put this time bomb out now.

Chen Feng feels that he is sometimes contradictory.

Be soft, like a savior.

Initiate ruthlessly, like a wolf to destroy.

Perhaps.

This is the real humanity.

Full of duality.

It depends on when and where you use it.

Sangshu Village is over for the time being.

Chen Feng resumed his daily routine of beating workers.

Suppressor is on duty every day.

In the morning, in addition to the rewards for weighing the fleece of the souls, there are also the soul weighing masters who practiced the Tianji group vigorously.

In the afternoon, we fished in the class room, and played with the Qiuchens in the fight against the landlord, a version of the grieving soul version.

This small day is very fulfilling, so I can’t get too busy.

When I was free, Chen Feng started to keep a diary while there was no one.

"June 1st, this is in my previous life. It should be my holiday. Who is not a child yet? Hey, I miss lollipops and marshmallows, but unfortunately I can’t eat them."

"I'm considering whether to make some small machines out of the iron wire, think about it, forget it. In the era of no electricity, the iron wire will be lumpy."

"Today, we bought a bullock cart to eat and wear-worthy things. We went to the bamboo forest to visit Ge Ailan and Aunt Xue."

"Xiao Sang is very uncomfortable. If it weren't for Liuli to speak, this child would be able to stay on the jujube tree in a daze to grow mold. At a young age, I don't know what Worry Sang is.

"I have never seen Liuli as generous as it is today. I usually pick and search, and I have to find out the purpose of a few copper plates. Today I actually took the gold leaf out to shop for orphans and widows."

"I saw a pure smile on her face, ah, my housekeeper angel, you play games with disabled children. When you laugh heartlessly, you have a beautiful halo on your head, do you know ."

"On June 2nd, the soul reward is worth a book. I finally have the body skills that make me fascinate. A reed crosses the river. Just listening to this name, I will have an **** in the skull. Great, I From now on, there will be gods who can fly around."

"It should have a miraculous effect when used with a light feather."

"However, the cause of death of this soul lord is strange. It was a happy death. To be precise, it was a daydream and a beautiful death. Just like the young lady who was handsomely killed by Zeng Shuyou, one word is wrong."

"On June 5th, I went to the bamboo forest to send food and clothing. Liuli and Aunt Qin learned about shoe soles, and made a few pairs as gifts. The pattern on the soles was terrible, but everyone was very happy, and I don’t know how happy they were. ."

"I pay, oh, no, Liuli pays, I asked a craftsman to help repair the bamboo house, and expanded a lot of places, also, the original place, with so many people living in, is a bit crowded."

"It can be seen that Ge Ailan and Yan Mubai have a good relationship, but they have a little bit of temperament, and both want to be the boss."

"I went to the bamboo forest to practice Yiweidu ***, let alone, I almost fell into a grandson."

"On June 6th, Chen Mingting and Ou Julian called me to drink at Zuixinfang, Bah, who am I? No alcohol at home?"

"I swear, I really came to drink."

"I swear, I really just enjoy Xiaoshu's ancient Fayao bath."

"I swear, uh, okay, actually I really didn’t sleep in Huanhong. I admit that I want to plant quill flowers, but I can’t put a ball of dough. Huanhong is still that beautiful face. , But I know that she was not the one that night. This rosy red is the rosy red of the dough created by the master's technique, just like she squeezed out a short and tough me that night."

"Why do the flowers I have inserted become dough people?"

"That Huanhong, didn't become an oiran, where did he go? Why did he get a dough man, tut tut, this painting skill, it's okay to fool others, I opened my eyes, hey, my little brother who is about to move , Don’t say anything, I’m really just here for a drink."

"I still want to flog her severely, let her recruit her from the ground, why did she and Lin Xiaomu embarrassed me so that I almost died on Huangquan Road. This thing is endless. Waiting, I find you, and I will make you scream. "

"June 7th, the weather changed from light rain to thunderstorm."

"June 8th, the weather, the light rain turned fine."

"On June 9th, sum up the rewards called Soul Depth for almost ten days. The cultivation base is no more than 20 years. In terms of skills, apart from one reed crossing the river, there are two comparisons. Practical, one is dancing and making ink, and the calligraphy is directly in the room. The other is a painter. The work of plastering walls is easy to come by. It just happens that the bamboo forest can help."

"There are a lot of rewards in kind. The pill is given as usual. The pattern of peanuts has changed a lot. What is more interesting is a plantain fan. Of course it is not the plantain fan. It can blow out a cool breeze. The air conditioner is such a good thing. After losing Liuli, she is very happy. Really, the tattered thing is like a treasure in her arms. No one is allowed to touch it."

"On June 10th, today, it is also called the soul of a cause of death because of daydreaming. This guy, from the Dashun Dynasty, likes daydreaming so much?"

"On June 11, I went to the bamboo forest. Oh, I went. There was Kyoto green leather to collect the protection fee. I don’t have to say, beat him, the guys are still stiff, saying there is a kind of don’t go, wait and see , Wait, wait, who is afraid of anyone, Mapi, labor and management will wait until dark, and no one will come, dignified soul Siqiuchen, the pigeons have been released by the rogue, hey, hey hey, a bit of professional ethics, okay, you are Shake people."

"On June 12, I felt something was wrong. It seemed that something big was about to happen, because today I was called a daydreamer."

"Knowing too much is also an annoyance. If I don't have a book of Yin and Yang to be able to prostitute my life for nothing, I haven't had so many awkward things. It's so good to be a mindless, why do I worry about myself?

"I must be prepared to get up early to practice qigong and go to bed late to practice qigong in order to deal with emergencies that may come."

"On June 13th, listen to the song in Zuixinfang."

"On June 14th, watch a group of beautiful dances in Zuixinfang."

"June 15th, drinking in Zuixinfang."

"Chen Feng, you can't be so depraved, can you make enough money to spend this way." The whole paragraph is crossed out and one sentence is added, "There are too many money to spend, the boring life of the rich, It's so boring."

"June 16th, I will go home next time. It is rare to see guests."

"I know this person. I didn't eat at the Hong Mansion. I sat at the same table with us. Did I deliberately cried and cried with my nose? How did he find this? Looks like Liuli. ."

"The two talked about food, it's called a hi, Liuli forgot to cook."

"What is Xiaopangdun's name, Zeng Huan, and a cousin named Zeng Shuyou, who is Shuyou Zeng? I didn't ask, I didn't bother to ask."

"Zeng Huan’s family deserves to be a banker. They are really rich. They directly contracted the Changcui restaurant’s grounds. They called the chefs at home to cook. Tsk tsk tsk tsk, good craftsmanship, today I have a TOEFL, I have a good meal It's delicious, even the melancholy prince Xiao Sang has an expressionless face and eats a bowl of rice."

"Little Sang, I feel distressed. She has a baby with depression in her previous life. At any rate, there are psychologists and special schools to go to. Put this Dashunchao, hey, just think about it. Think big."

"On June 17th, I decided to send Xiao Sang to school. So, hey, my position is worrying, worrying, except for Da Mao and Xiao Mao, I can't even move those two fishes."

"On June 18th, I sent Xiao Sang to the school where Yan Mubai and Yan Wenji went to school. The name of the school is quite elegant, Fangcaoshuwu, an old scholar who teaches, and his surname is Han, with a single name in white, simple After talking for a few words, the old gentleman is a little bit ink, even if he is full of mouthfuls, he sounds a little dizzy."

"Old Mr. Han looked at Xiao Sang's size and was a little worried. He said that the baby was too young and the school was full of older brothers and sisters. I was afraid that he would be bullied. Being bullied? My goodness, Xiao Sang, you can relax a little bit, dare to make a move, I... I call Liuli to take care of you."

"June 19th, early in the morning, Yan Mubai and Yan Wenji came together to call Xiao Sang to go to school, in that way, just like older brothers and sisters taking care of younger brother, Xiao Sang looked reluctant, and slung Liuli to sew by himself. Yan Mubai and Yan Wenji led him out of the Xiaobu schoolbag. Thinking about his constipation, and the way he had to beg to perfection under Liuli's eyes, my mood was inexplicably hearty. ."

"Wow hahaha, I almost killed my hibiscus residual wood aura, waiting to receive the baptism of the vast expanse of knowledge, I wish you a good book and a good book."

"June 20th, today is also called the soul of daydreaming and death, and there is more than one."

"I searched through the lives of some souls with the same cause of death, and found nothing in common, no connection to each other, and no intersection in their lives. I tried to delineate the scope of activities and found that they were different. They have all been to Swallowtail Alley in ordinary places."

"That is? I think about it, it seems that Fangcao Bookstore is in that alley. I don't need to worry about it. After all, with Xiao Sang's force, he can do it without me, he can't do it. , Don’t need me either."

"But it is still necessary to remind him."

"Hey, what I'm talking about, Xiao Sang actually went to the jujube tree without looking back. He is a good boy, with a personality. Look at me...Look at me without telling Liuli to go."

"On June 21st, that is today, the Yan family brothers and sisters came to invite Xiaosang to school early in the morning, and they mentioned that they were going to write poems today. I will do poems, so I just read a poem for nothing. Yan Wenji is really worthy of Wenji's name, and her eyes light up when she hears it. That is, this poem is a masterpiece handed down by the poet Li Baida. It's easy for me to prostitute."

Writing this, Chen Feng looked at it narcissistically for a while. Ever since he learned dance and ink, this calligraphy has shocked even the entire Department of Spiritual Rehabilitation. If you want to write a Spring Festival couplet or something for the Chinese New Year, Chen Feng probably won’t Gotta run.

I watched it several times, and I was addicted to it.

Chen Feng only then blew the fire fold, and burned it all clean.

The above content can be read by yourself, and it may be spread out, and it may cause some trouble.

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Swallowtail Alley.

Fangcao Book House.

The sound of Lang Lang reading is crisp and clear.

Dozens of "primary school students" shook their heads with Han Bai, the old scholar, and read the sentence.

Only Xiao Sang.

He has a sad face and endless sadness.

I was looking up at the sky, bored...dozing off.

"I will tell the female emperor to go, saying that you don't listen to your husband's lectures carefully." This whisper was caught in the sound of reading.

Sang turned his head and glared at the nosy Yan Wenji.

Yan Mubai glared back at the same time.

"Nosy." Xiao Sang muttered, nodding his chin, looking out the window in a daze.

The greenery outside the window, cicadas cried constantly.

Xiao Sang is more willing to look at trees and hear insects, and is not willing to read tadpole texts.

My eyes swell as soon as I look at it, and I don't know what magic it is, and I fall into a state of half asleep when I look at it.

Don't say it, this state is pretty wonderful.

Especially the sound of lectures accompanied by the old gentleman's ups and downs.

It's Yan Wenji who likes to make small reports, always disturbing Xiao Sang's dreams.

"Sir, I report, but Xiao Sang didn't listen carefully."

I heard Yan Wenji's angry report.

Xiao Sang sighed inwardly and stood up consciously.

He didn't say a word, holding the handwritten transcript, and arrogantly came out of class.

The old talented Han Bai is not angry either.

He touched the gray beard of his chin and nodded frequently.

"Hey, rotten wood cannot be carved, the ancients said..."

"Yun, you are numb, you are rotten wood, and your whole family is rotten wood." These words pierced Xiao Sang's heart, if it weren't for Liuli's repeated beard, he wouldn't mind the old gentleman's beard with a torch.

Xiao Sang rolled his eyes, went out, did not travel far, leaning against the wooden pillar, looking up at the sky, his eyes were not focused, his mind was empty, and he looked melancholy not knowing what he was thinking.

Anyway, it's better to stand and touch the palm of your hand than to read the tadpole... Xiao Sang sighed as he thought of it.

In this state, Xiao Sang doesn't know how to describe it. He always feels that life is meaningless, he can't find a direction, and nothing can be interesting.

As the aura of hibiscus residual wood.

To be honest, it's also a bit daunting.

I don’t know how long I slept.

Wake up, things are not humans.

And I don't have the memory of the hibiscus **** tree.

Like an empty shell with its soul hollowed out.

There is no previous life, no experience of this life, I am afraid that I will not see the next life.

Xiao Sang, very confused.

His melancholy is not pretending.

Xiao Sang, I am really worried.

As for the mortal courtyard...Xiao Sang sniffed for it, just ants, An dare to call me.

It's boring... Xiao Sang looked at the sky, and his thoughts began to empty again.

In the school, Han Bai, an old talent, is extremely excited.

The poetry topic he laid out yesterday, finally some students made decent poems.

Yan Wenji's voice, which seemed a little lacking in confidence, gradually spread into Xiao Sang's ears.

He pricked his ears subconsciously.

I feel like making a fuss again.

One of the two brothers and sisters likes to complain, and the other defends himself like a thief, always eavesdropping on what he is talking to Yan Wenji, um, although, almost all Yan Wenji is talking about.

I'm so annoying... Xiao Sang muttered in his heart, but Yan Wenji's voice was really loud.

"Golden bottle sake fights ten thousand, and jade pan is worth ten thousand dollars. Stopping the cup and throwing the chopsticks can not eat, pulling the sword and looking around at a loss...After...the latter,...I haven't thought about it yet." Yan Wenji He glanced at the direction of Yan Mubai and Xiao Sang, a little guilty, after all, this is what I heard, not my original creation.

However, children, who have strong vanity, have not taken it for granted.

As soon as Yan Wenji spoke, the old scholar Han Bai slapped the table with excitement and shouted "Okay."

This is "Difficulties in Traveling" by Chen Fengbai and Li Baida in the early morning, and Yan Wenji remembered it.

The first four lines of this poem write that friends are out of deep friendship with Li Bai, out of regret for such a genius being abandoned, and they don’t hesitate to spend money to set up a feast for him.

The whole article expresses the indignation of being unqualified, and also expresses the heroic spirit of optimism in the future of life.

This poem directly hits the mood of the unsuccessful old Mr. Han Bai.

Little Sangche made a cry and rolled his eyes. There is something strange in his heart, and I will do too.

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