Doomsday pen fairy

The two chatted for a long time. For some reason, Feng Zixuan felt happy from the bottom of his heart. This kind of happiness is unclear.If it was enlightenment, the two of them would just chat casually, but if they said no, Feng Zixuan felt that his mind was clearer than ever before.

No matter what happened in the past, there seemed to be a cloud of fog in my mind, but after chatting for a while, the fog did not come to dissipate, as if the dust accumulated over the years had dissipated.

"There is still a long way to go." Yu He said, "For an ordinary person, the decades in this life can be unimaginably long. I will satisfy all of you on the premise that it does not affect the world too much. desire."

Feng Zixuan blinked: "Is it Sebastian?"

"Ok?"

"I'm joking, although I don't know why you helped me so much, and you don't want to say it, but thank you Yu He. It will be very sad to listen to your words in the future. Thank you for letting us start preparing in advance. I have nothing to repay you , but if you have any flowers that need my help, I will definitely not shirk."

Yu He is a god, in Feng Zixuan's eyes, he really has nothing to do with him.

Yu He turned the jade bamboo Xiao in his hand and smiled softly at Feng Zixuan. In an instant, the beauty was as high as mountains, flowing water and thin clouds to support his heart: "What I want you to do is this life, and live only for you."

Feng Zixuan didn't understand, just as he was about to ask, the seat where Yu He was sitting just now was empty.

Feng Zixuan went over, and the seat where Yu He was sitting was still a little sunken, and it was still warm when he touched it.Everything just now was not imaginary, Feng Zixuan chatted with a god for a long time, the god left a word that was inscrutable, and disappeared without a trace.

"Live for me alone? I have a family and a mouth, so I can't just feed myself." Feng Zixuan sat on the seat where Yu He had just sat, and fell back.

"It's good for everyone to go to the gods, why don't you stay in the sky?"

Unknowingly fell asleep, and heard a knock on the door, Feng Zixuan woke up in a daze and opened the door, it was Feng's father standing outside the door.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"Fell asleep?"

"Well, maybe it's because I haven't slept well these two days."

"Then you can go to sleep. It's okay. Your uncle is here and wants to see you. If you can stay here for two nights, it will be the same tomorrow morning."

"Then I'd better go down, after all, I'm our chef." Feng Zixuan yawned and went downstairs directly.

"Did Yu Hexian talk to you?" Father Feng asked.

Feng Zixuan remembered the conversation with Feng Han, and felt a little embarrassed that he didn't come, and said: "Well, I talked a lot, and even told me about the White Snake."

"What's there to talk about in The Legend of the White Snake? A snake who doesn't do good deeds pulls people into a relationship, but ends up being a monk if it doesn't do well for him."

Feng Zixuan wanted to refute, but he couldn't think of anything to say. After thinking about it, it was indeed the case. If there was no white snake to repay his kindness, then Xu Xian would have nothing to do.That's not the case again.

After struggling for a while, it can only be said that the old man's mouth is so sharp, and his casual words are so powerful.

When I went downstairs, I heard a man's loud voice coming. The man heard the laughter before he saw it: "What can you do if you don't marry a wife. It is difficult to marry a wife these days, and it is even more difficult to marry a good-tempered one. And the wife is willing Living with the old lady and husband, it would be great if you can't get your daughter-in-law to stay with you all the time, so you don't have to cry about your son when Xiao Xuanzi gets married."

"You say that neither of our sons should get married, and our family will be extinct in decades." Feng's mother rolled her eyes, "And the old gentleman said that he can't marry, he can't touch women, he can marry a male wife, you Said that Zixuan is only 16 years old, so tell him that he can't find a girlfriend at such a young age."

"What's the difference? It's easy to find a man and wife these days? Even if you find one in the village, you won't make irresponsible remarks." The uncle said, "Besides, if your family is well-off, it's inevitable that someone will be jealous and stab a knife in the back."

"Our village doesn't have as many things as you."

"You didn't marry out of our village."

The siblings started arguing, and Feng Zixuan and Feng's father had already gone downstairs.

"Uncle." Feng Zixuan called out.

Uncle Feng Zixuan immediately smiled, and waved repeatedly: "Come here and show me, ouch, you said that my big nephew has grown so big, your parents are not as fast as you, if you want me to say that you don't care Your father doesn't follow your mother, you follow me, hahaha!"

Mother Feng stretched out her leg and kicked the uncle hard: "My son will do whatever you want."

"A son looks like an uncle, right?" The uncle turned to Feng Zixuan and Feng Zixuan pointed to Feng's father.

"Ask my dad, if he didn't hit you, he probably agreed."

There was laughter in the room.

The uncle patted Feng Zixuan's butt in a funny way: "You're the only one."

After a while, everyone stopped laughing, and then the uncle said with some seriousness: "What are you doing with the farmhouse? Opening a restaurant is no joke."

"No one is kidding around." Feng's father lit a cigarette, "There is a lot of spare money at home, and the interest on the bank is not much. Aren't the people in the city now fashionable in farmhouses? It’s better than staying at home during the slack season.”

The village has implemented mechanized production in almost all aspects. From sowing to receiving and even selling, there is a complete mechanical production line, which requires very little labor.So even if it is busy farming, there are not a few days.

"But if you want to open a store, you have to consider a lot." The uncle worked for the restaurant and knows more. , it is inevitable that some bastards will come to the door to extort money, and if no one makes trouble, someone at the dinner table will fight if they say something wrong, and you, the owner of the shop, will be held responsible."

What the uncle said made sense, if it wasn't what Yu He meant, the family wouldn't bother to mess with the house, after all, the family has enough money.

Feng Fu said: "If you are dissatisfied with you, there are somewhat different reasons for us to do this."

Father Feng sighed, and Feng Zixuan was also considering whether to tell his uncle about Yu He.

At this time, Yu He's voice came to mind for no reason: "Tell him."

Feng Zixuan was startled, but he didn't see anyone when he looked around.

"Wait for me." Turning his head, Feng Zixuan went upstairs, and came out after a while with a notebook in his hand.

"Uncle, you come and hold this pen."

The uncle didn't know, so he said, "Want my autograph?"

"No." Feng Zixuan put the pen into his uncle's hand, pressed it on the notebook, raised his head and said to the void, "Yu He, it's alright."

As soon as Feng Zixuan finished speaking, he opened his hand, and the uncle's hand moved uncontrollably.

Yu He: "My name is Yu He."

"Ah!" The uncle was startled, and threw away the pen in his hand, his face turned pale, "What's going on!"

"A god has come to our family." Feng Fu said, "He said that he has a destiny with Zixuan, and he will protect Zixuan in a way. He also asked our family to store more food and open a store. He cares about making money."

Uncle was taken aback when he heard it, and it took him a long time to digest it: "Immortal?"

Feng Zixuan picked up the pen and handed it to his uncle: "If you want to know anything, you can ask him, he is amazing."

Yu He Yuzhuxiao, who was invisible, tapped his chin, and he listened to it.

The uncle was dubious: "Daxian, do you know how many people are in my family?"

Yu He: "Four people."

"Where does my family live?"

Yu He: "You can ask your fate, don't insult my IQ."

The uncle was silent for a while: "Which came first, the chicken or the egg."

Yu He: "First come the eggs."

"Little Xuanzi's birth date..."

Yu He drew a cross.

Feng Zixuan explained from the side: "Yu He will draw a cross when he doesn't want to answer, and ask me what my birthday is, this kind of thing is not tested by gods."

The uncle finally believed it now: "There are real gods, are they really gods? Is it something else?"

At this time, the pen in uncle's hand suddenly flew out, and so did the notebook.After turning around twice, it turned out to be bigger, and everyone in the room was startled. The only one who remained calm was Feng Zixuan, after all, he even saw everyone.

On the enlarged pen and on the enlarged notebook, thank you for the next line: "Everything must not be spread or exposed. The only person I want to help is Feng Zixuan."

This is a warning, Feng Zixuan is the only person he cares about, that's all, others are a burden to him.

The entire group had weak knees, and was about to kneel down when a gust of wind overwhelmed them.Yu He wrote again: "Go ahead and do it, but if you reveal me, I will immediately erase your memory of me."

After finishing writing, the notebook and pen spun and fell on the coffee table.

Seeing such supernatural powers, Feng Zixuan blinked and gave a thumbs up. He is really handsome.

After a long time of silence, the uncle said weakly: "Is the god angry?"

Mother Feng went over and knocked my uncle on the head: "Can you not be angry? I don't even look at what you asked. Aren't you making fun of people? They are gods after all, let you play like a monkey. If you want me to say, you will ruin your life sooner or later. On your mouth."

In fact, when my uncle asked the question just now, he didn't think too much about it, and he asked whatever came to mind at that time.

"Shall I apologize?"

Feng Zixuan remembered the conversation with Yu He in the house before, and he looked forward to seeing him next time: "Yu He is a god who has lived for a long time, how could he be angry because of such a trivial matter."

Feng's father picked up Feng Zixuan's notebook and looked through it, Feng Zixuan quickly reached out and snatched the notebook away.

Father Feng's idea was to look at the front page. Before Feng Zixuan took the initiative to show Father Feng, why didn't he let him?

"what happened?"

"I won't let you see it, I'll send it up first." Feng Zixuan sent all the pens upstairs, and just as he went downstairs, he heard Feng Zihao's furious voice from outside.

"The child was robbed, the child was robbed, parents, please go and see, someone robbed the child." Feng Zihao usually went out to play at this time, and he would not come back until dinner time, so he came back so early. Yes, something must have happened.

Father Feng went over first and asked, "What's going on?"

Feng Zihao took a few breaths and said, "Go and see, someone robbed old Qiao's second uncle's girl, and insisted that it belonged to their family, and they should go to the court to sue second uncle for abducting and selling the child."

Feng's father and Feng's mother looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces changed.