Yesterday at Minglin Temple, Fengming and the others worked out a plan to control public opinion. The original plan was to distribute written leaflets, and ask literate people to read them to ordinary people who could not read.
But later Tu Nan suggested that there were too many ordinary people who could not read, and it was impossible for them all to go and watch, so it would be more direct to draw pictures. After all, he was a professional painter, and he had seen the "emoticons" drawn by Feng Ming, so he immediately thought of the small notebook with simple lines.
In this way, even illiterate people, like the peach vendor, will not refuse to take the flyer just because it contains words they don't recognize. Instead, they will think the paintings are novel and go to see them.
But drawing is much more difficult than writing. While the printing company had no problem figuring out how to draw, as long as it could be printed there, Mingcheng just happened to have an ambitious printing company owner who had just imported a complete set of advanced printing machines from Daqing and had already given them to Fengming and her team as their first client.
The difficulty lies in telling the story of Xin Wu and Sheng Jicheng clearly in such a short time. It would take half a day to do it.
At this time, it was really thanks to Mingxin, the incompetent staff member of the Space-Time Administration. As a professional cleanup worker, he really had some black technology stuff. He only needed to imagine the picture in his mind, and it could be converted into a picture and saved, and then it could be printed out directly through a black technology printer.
But now that we have this high-tech drawing technology, there is a new problem - who will draw it?
Mingxin? He shook his head wildly. After 50 years of studying the rules and regulations of the civil service examination, his brain had become rusty and all he could think of were images of greatness, justice, prosperity, and harmony.
Su Wei? Programmers only have data in their heads, no romance!
Feng Yuyun? Actually, Feng Yuyun was okay. After all, she had read comics and anime in her past life and had dabbled in the anime world! But her mistake was that she had been in the anime world. Feng Yuyun's imagination was really too wild. At first, she could still honestly follow Feng Ming's script and imagine the scenes, but after a while, her mind wandered and her imagination ran wild. The crucial first meeting scene between Xin Wu and Sheng Jicheng actually took place in space on an interstellar battleship...
Finally, there was Fengming. She also tried, but all she could come up with... were emoticons!
Looking at those emoticons, Feng Ming felt like he was Dong Yao and Tong Xiangyu. "I was wrong, I was really wrong. I shouldn't have traveled through time! If I hadn't traveled through time, I wouldn't have wanted to avenge Xin Wu. If I hadn't avenged Xin Wu, I wouldn't have known about this black technology. If I hadn't known about this black technology, I wouldn't have known that my head was full of emoticons. If I hadn't known that my head was full of emoticons, I wouldn't have known that I was an idiot!"
The perfect candidate is Tunan.
But Tunan is a local native, and this black technology cannot be told to him, because if he tells him about the black technology, he must explain to him the source of the black technology.
To explain the origin of the black technology, she would have to explain to him the Space-Time Administration, and explain the bizarre fact that Su Wei, Fengming, and Feng Yuyun were actually souls from the 21st century who traveled to Daqing. It might even reveal that they were just living in a parallel universe derived from a book... Fengming really didn't know whether her boyfriend, who looked as cold and aloof as a banished immortal and acted like a child from time to time, could accept these things.
But as time went by, looking at the table full of model paintings thought up by Mingxin, data people thought up by Su Wei, Gundam robots thought up by Feng Yuyun, and panda fried chicken and Teletubbies emoticons of Fengming, it was really necessary to seek external help.
In the small dark room, four desperate people occupied the four corners of the eight-immortal table. They simultaneously stretched out their hands to support themselves on the tabletop, leaning their upper bodies closer, exchanging glances and reaching a consensus - "Tell him!"
Feng Ming sat down on the bench dejectedly: "Ah, what if he finds out and can't accept it and wants to break up with me? What if he finds out that I was a 30-year-old aunt in my previous life and wants to break up with me? What if he decides he doesn't love me anymore and wants to break up with me? What should I do? What should I do if he wants to break up with me???"
Feng Ming reached out to pull Ming Xin's sleeve again, unwilling to give up. "Don't you really have a mechanical pencil that can cause selective amnesia with just one click?"
Mingxin felt a little guilty as he pulled down Fengming's hand that was tightly holding his sleeve, tugged at his collar that was almost exposing his shoulder, and dodged fearfully: "This villain really can't do it."
“Woo…”
Fengming was really a little desperate. On one hand, there was Xin Wu's matter, and on the other hand, there was her boyfriend. She couldn't bear to leave either of them.
"I don't think Tunan is someone who can't accept these things. If you really want to be with him forever, you have to tell him. Don't forget that you still have the Spatial Spirit Spring in the future. You can't hide these things from the people closest to you."
Su Wei sat aside and gave Fengming advice.
Feng Ming thought about his words carefully. In fact, she also had this idea. She really wanted to tell Tunan about her origins. This idea did not come to her when she had to rely on Tunan this time, but when she was sure that she only wanted to be with Tunan in this life.
She wanted Tunan to know where she came from, she wanted him to know the real her!
"Speak!"
Fengming made up her mind and decided to tell Tunan. As for what the final result would be, it was Tunan's choice. She just wanted to continue walking with Tunan without any secrets.
"Would you like us to go with you?"
Feng Yuyun was a little worried, but she was quite confident that Tuanan would accept it. After all, she herself was very special. The soul of the local indigenous Feng Yuyun seemed to have no difficulty adapting and accepted the knowledge in the mind of the 21st century Feng Yuyun, so she felt that Tuanan, who looked smart and wise, should not have difficulty accepting it.
"No, I want to talk to him alone."
Fengming went to find Tunan by herself. Tunan was just worried about the fact that the four of them had gone to a Zen room to whisper to each other. When she saw Fengming coming to find her, she wanted to act coquettishly and complain a few words.
But Fengming's face and eyes looked strange, and she gave him a very frightened feeling, as if she was forced to do something she was very unwilling to do. The dissatisfaction in her heart that her lover was closer to someone else was instantly pushed to the back of her mind by worry.
When he heard that Fengming asked him to talk to him alone and also issued a strict order requiring all guards including secret guards not to eavesdrop, he was actually a little nervous.
"Ming'er, what's wrong? What... do you want to say?"
After all the guards and secret guards had left, Tunan couldn't help missing her and wanted to hold his beloved girl in his arms, but Fengming restrained himself and took a step back.
There was that strange, restrained and reluctant look again, which made Tuanan feel uneasy. It seemed that his little girl was going to leave him.
"Tunan, I am a reborn soul from another world!"
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