[Alas.] Feng Qing complained to others on the forum.

[Remember the handsome guy I mentioned before? He couldn't let go and started to believe in feudal superstition.]

Soon after Feng Qing finished posting, she saw many replies expressing confusion.

[What? Feudal superstition?]

[What's going on? This is indeed a plot I have never thought of.]

[Original poster, you don't have to make your story so realistic. Can't you make it more fantastical?]

You are the one who makes it up.

Feng Qing looked at the screen and rolled her eyes silently.

She looked at the screen, and after a long while of silence, she suddenly sighed inexplicably.

...

In addition to being a middle school student, socially anxious, salty fish, and having low emotional intelligence, Feng Qing actually has another important attribute.

She is a little naive sometimes.

She is often completely unnecessary kind and passionate.

Of course, as we all know, naivety is not a trait that helps people survive better in the human world.

Feng Qing is not unaware of her own character. She could have chosen a better job, but she came to this place because she hated the messy interpersonal relationships and intrigues, which made her family very angry. Her mother pointed at her and said she was too naive.

Sometimes when she saw something unfair, she obviously shouldn't say anything and should turn around and leave like everyone else, but she always couldn't help but speak out, and then basically there was no good ending, which was also too naive.

Feng Qing sometimes felt that she was a little different from other people. They lived on the same planet, but she seemed to always lag behind others and always liked to look at the flowers and plants on the roadside.

Anyway, Feng Qing always did things with a little of her own style that didn't match the whole world. She

was an NPC, planted flowers, stayed away from the crowd, ate alone, slept alone, read books, often watched cartoons for children and laughed, got up in the middle of the night to drink a can of Coke, and then stared at the scenery outside the window in a daze...

Just like this time, she wanted to put this matter behind her, she lay on the bed and prepared to sleep.

But after lying there for half an hour, Feng Qing opened her eyes again like a corpse.

"Forget it... I can't sleep at all. I always feel like something is wrong." Feng Qing rubbed her messy hair, "How about... I think of a solution?"

She knew that her idea was a bit absurd, but she always felt that if she didn't help the dying person, she would not be able to live with her conscience.

Although she and that person were just casual acquaintances, she always felt that that person was going to be in trouble.

Thinking back to what the man had said to her during the day, Feng Qing felt more and more uncomfortable.

The man said with a smile, "In fact, I have calculated it several times, because that senior... he is always a little worried, but no matter how many times, the result is the same." He

was obviously smiling, but Feng Qing always felt that there was some bitterness in his smile.

This feeling instantly reminded her of those people who suffered deeply from feudal superstition in various family ethics dramas when she was a child.

"Then you..." Feng Qing couldn't help but want to say to him, "Then why don't you just not listen to your senior?"

Who knew that the man opposite him lowered his head and said in a faint voice, "I have been used to these things since I was a child, and many of the elders around me are the same as me, please don't worry."

... This thing turned out to be a problem of family atmosphere!

Feng Qing was stunned. In this day and age, there are still such horrifying things?

A healthy living person, just because of a broken feudal superstition, gave her the feeling that a person's spirit was completely gone. This was painful and hateful to Feng Qing, who had lived in modern society since childhood.

Feng Qing recalled the legal channels she had watched before, where those who had to marry girls much older than themselves because of feudal superstition, those old men who spent all their savings because of a fortune teller's words, and how many families were broken up. It was chilling to watch.

Although I don't know what happened to that person, I think it's probably similar to them.

Feng Qing still remembers that when she saw him a few days ago, he was still very energetic, but she didn't know if he believed in those fortune-telling words, and now he has become decadent.

... Of course, Feng Qing had to admit that the decadent handsome guy has a different flavor, but this is not important. The important thing is that Feng Qing saw a good person decadent like this because of this kind of thing, and she was also a little depressed.

"Feudal superstition is so abominable." Feng Qing said, "How about... I help him?"

... When she came to her senses, she had already put on a coat, sat in front of the computer, and started looking up information.

"How should I say this?" Feng Qing sat in front of the computer and began to worry, "... I'm not good at talking, so it might be a bit difficult to convince that person directly."

"How about... make a draft in advance?"

Feng Qing began to search on Baidu, [How to persuade a feudal superstitious person. ]

The search results below made Feng Qing dazzled.

The first one: Appeal to his emotions and explain to him with reason, and tell him that feudal superstition is not credible.

Feng Qing picked up the pen, propped up her chin with her hand and began to think.

So the question is, what does it mean to appeal to his emotions and explain to him with reason?

Halfway through the investigation, Feng Qing suddenly began to have doubts again.

She had experienced many similar things before, often she helped others out of kindness, but she didn't get any benefits, but got into trouble instead.

"I won't be so unlucky after traveling through time, right?" Feng Qing, who has always had bad luck since she was a child, began to have some doubts.

However, she thought about it for a while and slowly let it go.

Forget it.

Feng Qing looked at the screen with a faint smile on her face.

Anyway, it's not the first or second time that he's been cheated, so what does it matter if he's cheated once more.

Yes, this guy has another advantage.

He doesn't live a good life, but he thinks very open-mindedly.

...

All night long.

Feng Qing, who had stayed up all night, lay on the table, feeling extremely sleepy.

"I have no idea." She rubbed her temples and

said, "I can't think of anything." You will regret not having learned enough when you need it.

Feng Qing felt that she usually had a lot of nonsense in her mind, but she couldn't hold it back at this moment. She felt extremely sad that she didn't study Chinese well when she was young.

Li Qi calmly passed by the shopkeeper, and was very calm about the shopkeeper's agony that he showed early

in the morning. Didn't you see that the shopkeeper was sad all night because he missed his old friend?

He was awakened by a strange sound in the middle of the night yesterday. He went outside and took a look. He saw that the shopkeeper was in a state of dejection. He stared at the small sign without blinking in the dim candlelight, and did not even notice him walking behind him.

Even now, when recalling that scene, it still makes people feel a little bit sorry.

How deep must it be to get up in the middle of the night and stay awake all night looking at the things left by an old friend.

Li Xiaoqi jumped onto the table, then patted Feng Qing with her paw, and found that she did not react, so she climbed directly on her head.

"Xiaoqi, stop making trouble." Feng Qing patted Li Xiaoqi's butt, asked her to get off his face, and then continued to sigh.

Li Qi carried Li Xiaoqi down. Whenever his hand touched Li Xiaoqi, she started to get mad, but Li Qi didn't care.

In order to make the shopkeeper happy, Li Qi prepared to buy him some delicious food.

Then he came back less than ten minutes after he left.

"Shopkeeper." Li Qi said, "The steamed bun stand at the door seems to have been smashed."

"What?"

Feng Qing was shocked at the time.

It was raining cats and dogs. Not to mention that she didn't sleep well yesterday, she couldn't even eat the steamed buns she wanted today. How could

she live like this? Was she in Mercury retrograde recently?

Feng Qing was furious and helpless because she couldn't eat steamed buns early in the morning. She didn't care that Mercury retrograde was a professional term in astrology.

"It looks like it was hit by a falling bird's nest." Li Qi said, "I'm not sure, boss, how about I make you something else you like to eat?"

"Forget it, I won't eat anymore, my appetite isn't that good."

Feng Qing got up and yawned. Facts have proved that people who can't speak well usually can't write anything either.

Yesterday she held it in for half a night, seven hours, and managed to write six words.

Well, it's not that exaggerated, there are still a few hundred words, but when it was almost dawn, Feng Qing deleted and reduced, and there was no word left.

What a pity, no one here can see the words on the mobile phone screen, otherwise she must have played "Science Approaches" on a high-intensity loop for these guys to watch.

The carrots growing in the carrot field were actually because the seeds were mixed up, and the mysterious blue ice falling from the sky was actually urine on the plane...

Feng Qing picked up a pile of books in front of her and prepared to put them back into the bookshelf. These were all taken down from the bookshelf yesterday, but it was obvious that even with the buff of the books, she still couldn't write.

However, it was not known whether it was a coincidence or not, when she was moving the books, a printed document suddenly fell out from the interlayer of those books.

... In fact, it was a long time later that Feng Qing realized that this thing might not have been there originally, and it was a bit inexplicable that it appeared here.

But at that time, Feng Qing didn't realize anything.

She just picked up the document.

Oh? What is this thing?

Feng Qing picked it up, took a look at it, and wanted to put it back, but turned her head suddenly.

Ah...right.

When she saw the document raised, Feng Qing remembered what this thing was.

...

There was a period of time before when TV drama themes were strictly restricted and supernatural films were restricted. The people in the supernatural film crew were all frowning, staring at the documents coming down from above every day.

The copy in her hand seemed to be printed by a director of a crew at that time. At that time, the director printed several copies and added a lot of analysis and reminders. He often gave it to his screenwriters to study and modify the script every day, making the screenwriters miserable.

This...Feng Qing raised her eyebrows.

Maybe the crew accidentally dropped it?

Looking at this document, Feng Qing recalled the painful time at that time.

The director was in pain, the screenwriter was in pain, and Feng Qing was also in pain seeing them in pain. Their expressions looked like they had been constipated for a week.

Although Feng Qing was just a salted fish, she could not stand the gloom and sorrow around her. She was infected by the terrible atmosphere and had not eaten well for several days.

Feng Qing shook her head and was about to take the document back. However, before taking it back, she suddenly remembered something.

Then she opened the document and took another look at it.

Hiss...

Otherwise, why is it called a document? The wording used is different. It is indeed different from the word that a husband like her would think of.

Although the screenwriters who are almost driven crazy must hate this thing, the tone of this document is not so official. It also uses some very vivid and specific cases, which is quite smooth to read.

Especially the central idea of ​​this document.

[Always believe that man can conquer nature.]

Feng Qing put down everything he was doing, read the document carefully, and then exclaimed in praise.

The language was read with ups and downs and rhythm. Feng Qing could hear the voice of the host reading this report in his ears.

The tone was serious but lively, lively but solemn.

Yes.

Didn't she just not know how to tell that handsome guy... Isn't there something ready right now!

Feng Qing read it again, and the more she read, the more she felt that this thing was really a coincidence, even God was helping her.

Although there are many things in this document that are useless, Feng Qing can't help but have nothing in her mind at the moment, so she can just pick out a few sentences from this document. Just

do it.

Feng Qing quickly picked up a pen, marked down the words he thought were good, and then cut it into a small strip and put it in his hand.

Are you cheating? Be discreet, otherwise it would be so embarrassing to be found out that you were reading from a script.

However, it seems that the handsome guy hasn't been here for a long time, right?

Feng Qing raised his head and glanced outside the door, then secretly turned on the camera.

Okay, that's it, as long as he passes by again, I should be able to find him.