Fei Jingting thought that Guan Xiyi left in anger last night, and the two had no contact with each other since then. Unexpectedly, it was only the next day that Guan Xiyi came again like a normal person.
This woman is moody and has a bad temper...although she looks very capable of fighting.
"I brought you some snacks and fruits. You can eat some if you are hungry at night." Guan Xiyi put down her things and sat down familiarly. Seeing the cold pancakes and fruits on the table, she frowned and said, "Why do you deal with it again? What are you doing today?
Aren’t you going to have a banquet at the eldest son’s place?”
"If there is no good feast, it is better not to eat."
"Then I'll go..."
"No, I'll just deal with you once. Stop working on it."
"Oh," Guan Xiyi suddenly became nervous, bit her lip, and said after a while: "I, I... misunderstood you yesterday."
"Um?"
"I... shouldn't lose my temper casually."
Why did this woman suddenly start apologizing? There must be something she didn't know about.
A pair of watery peach blossom eyes looked at Fei Jingting: "You, are you not angry?"
"No."
"real?"
"real."
Seeing that Fei Jingting didn't seem to be faking it, Guan Xiyi breathed a sigh of relief and promised, "Then I promise not to lose my temper casually in the future."
Fei Jingting said: "You have a bit of a bad temper."
Guan Xiyi frowned, saw the manuscripts scattered on the table, and asked: "What are you writing?"
"Part of it is a physics textbook, and the other part is a novel outline for a newspaper."
"Novel outline?"
She picked it up and took a look. The physics textbook was full of all kinds of incomprehensible ghost symbols, but the outline of the novel could give a rough outline.
"I submitted an article to a newspaper before, but the editor came to my door and scolded me. After scolding me, he said that what I wrote was innovative..." He said briefly.
Guan Xiyi said in surprise: "Is there such a thing? Don't you just make up stories to coax me?"
Just at this time, someone in the courtyard shouted: "Fei Jingting, it's been a few days, where is the outline of the novel you promised me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Editor Pang lifted his robe and entered the door with an angry look on his face. When he saw Guan Xiyi, he suddenly froze.
"Huh? Are these siblings?"
Fei Jingting hurriedly stopped him: "Editor Pang, please don't misidentify me. This is... my friend."
Guan Xiyi on the other side had already said hello with a smile on her face: "Hello, Editor Pang, you guys chat, I'll make you some tea."
Editor Pang sat down and teased: "You still say it's not? Even if it's not, it will be soon, right?"
"It's a mess here, so don't add to it. Here, this is the first half of the outline. I'll give you the second half later."
"Let me take a look." Editor Pang was focused on the novel, so he picked up the manuscript and started reading it immediately.
Fei Jingting asked from the side: "Do you have any confidence in the publication of the novel?"
"Tsk!" Chief Editor Pang scolded: "If it weren't for the lack of follow-up ideas, it would have been published and printed long ago!"
Fei Jingting felt bored and had no choice but to keep silent. Guan Xiyi came over and made tea. After pouring the tea, she put away the room virtuously.
Since Editor Pang was here, Fei Jingting couldn't say anything.
After a long while, Editor Pang slapped the table: "Okay, the integration of martial arts into history, the thoughts and ideas are quite wonderful! Brother Fei's outline is very exciting, the characters and martial arts are equally brilliant, but this line of writing... I don't want to mention it."
Thank you. At least you saved face this time and didn't directly say it smelled bad.
"I'm going back now, the day after tomorrow at the latest, or tomorrow if possible sooner. Oh, by the way, the royalties are settled monthly, and the money order will be sent to you then...forget it, I'll deliver it to your door in person."
"Drink some tea before leaving?"
"No, no, I have to rearrange the layout when I go back, and I have to be busy writing a novel. I'm leaving."
Editor Pang left in a hurry again, and Fei Jingting and Guan Xiyi were left in the room.
Guan Xiyi looked full of admiration and said, "You really know how to write novels. Doesn't that mean you have become a writer?"
"It can't be discussed, it really can't be discussed." Fei Jingting knew his own family affairs, the plot was plagiarized by him, and the writing was edited by Jia Pang. At his level, he really has nothing to do with the writer.
Guan Xiyi thought Fei Jingting was being modest and praised him, "Jingting, you are so awesome."
Fei Jingting was so impressed by the praise that he thought I was pretty awesome, but how could you know that without trying it?
There was a faint noise outside, and Guan Xiyi frowned and said, "The place you live in is really not that good."
"Yeah, I'm thinking about changing my house."
"Change house?"
Guan Xiyi thought about it and said eagerly: "I do know that there is a good house."
"Where?"
"There are three rooms in the main house in the backyard of my shop, but no one happens to be living there. If you are willing, you might as well move there."
Guanji Clothing Village is in the old city, very close to the girls' school. The problem is that Guan Xiyi is a moody woman, and something might happen if she moves there.
Fei Jingting said: "There is no water or electricity in the old city, right? I want to find a house with water and electricity."
The disappointment on Guan Xiyi's face flashed away, and then she said: "If you are busy, I will help you find it."
"No, it's too much trouble."
"It's no trouble, that's settled."
Fei Jingting was about to refuse again, when he heard Li Zhizhang shouting in the courtyard: "All the young and old at home came to the middle courtyard and said, there is a thief in this courtyard!"
"There's a thief in the courtyard? Come on, let's go take a look too." With that said, Guan Xiyi grabbed Fei Jingting's arm and walked out.
Yes, this woman is obsessed with herself.
Fei Jingting glanced at Guan Xiyi secretly, and felt a slight movement in his heart. Suddenly he felt that this seemed good. Although he was a little bit aggressive, he was good at expressing and communicating.
There are several realms recorded in the Shen Tong Deed, including foundation building, refining Qi to transform into gods, refining gods to counter the void, refining the void to combine with the Tao, and breaking the void.
A monster was refined in Guan Xiyi's Buzhuang, which shows that there are indeed ghosts in this world. Fei Jingting is confident that he can break through the foundation building. Refining energy and transforming into gods after building the foundation is a big problem. Fei Jingting doesn't know yet.
In a world where spiritual intelligence is cut off, where do you get so much Qi for your cultivation?
But as long as he breaks through the refining energy and transforms into a god, he can use the subsequent Participation Contract - Xuannv Sutra to continue practicing. He doesn't know whether he can break the void in his lifetime. Maybe he no longer hopes for it, but he just doesn't want to admit it.
If he cannot become an immortal and continues to cultivate until death, then what is the meaning of his life?
Maybe after building a foundation, it’s time to find a partner to accompany you throughout this life.
When he recovered his thoughts, Fei Jingting had already arrived in the courtyard. The courtyard is a courtyard with three entrances. The so-called three entrances refer to three courtyards.
The main door opens at the southeast corner. The entrance is the screen wall. Turn left and you will see the screen door. After entering the screen door, you will find the outer courtyard. There is an upside-down room in the outer courtyard. The so-called upside-down room means that the door opens to the north. In the homes of wealthy families, the upside-down room is for
Lived by servants.
The outer courtyard is connected with two gates, and the inner courtyard is only after entering the second gate. The main gate cannot go out, and the second gate does not step forward. This is the second gate. The inner courtyard is divided into the main room, the east wing room, the west wing room, and the main room.
There are two wing rooms. Fei Jingting lived in part of the main room, and the other part has not been rented out yet.
After bypassing the main house, you enter the third courtyard. There is a row of back rooms, which were originally used for maids and servants.
Of course, now it has been changed to a large courtyard, and the names are not so particular. Usually everyone calls it the front yard, the middle courtyard, and the backyard. There are six households in the large courtyard. As Li Zhizhang shouted, a group of people gathered in the middle courtyard.
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The second uncle went to bed early, put on his coat and yawned: "Li Zhizhang, what are you yelling about this late at night?"
"Second uncle, I'm not just yelling, there's a thief in our courtyard!"
"Thief? Where did the thief come from?"
Li Zhizhang's daughter-in-law Zhao Di shouted: "Why are there no thieves? My brother gave me a few kilograms of sausages and hung them on the stove. I just went out to make some vinegar, and when I came back, they were gone!"
The second aunt said: "Zhao Di, don't remember it wrong. I was sitting at the window to collect the soles of my shoes. Anyway, no one came into our yard."
Zhang Hu said with a crooked mouth: "Why not? That's it!"
As soon as Li Zhizhang saw Guan Xiyi's dress, he knew that she was not short of money, and immediately said: "Aunt Zhang, don't talk nonsense. Does she look like a thief dressed like this?"
"That's impossible to say."
"Besides, how could Brother Fei's guest be a thief?"
Mrs. Zhang Hu continued to act recklessly, but Fei Jingting glared at her, snorted coldly, and stopped talking.
Zheng Wenhai in the backyard was just over forty years old. He was a mechanic on the dock. He said at this time: "I was in the backyard just now, and I didn't see anyone climbing over the wall."
Li Zhizhang curled his lips and said, "You don't even admit it, right? Young and old men, for the sake of my neighbors, I, Li Zhizhang, came to talk to everyone. Tell me who stole the sausage, and you'll have to pay some money. If not, we'll be fine."
If you admit it, I'm sorry. Then don't blame me for being businesslike and unreasonable."
"No? Really not? No, I'm going to call the brothers to investigate the case."
He was about to leave, but Zhang Hu poked Ni Qiufeng in a subtle way. The latter took a deep breath and said, "Inspector Li, we are all neighbors. There is no need to make such a big fuss, right?"
"You're right. I don't want to make a fuss. No one admits it, right?"
"Perhaps someone climbed over the wall in the yard next door?"
Li Zhizhang's daughter-in-law, Zhao Di, said angrily: "Let me be clear, I put the salary that my family just paid today in the cabinet. This thief entered the house and did not rummage through the cabinet, but took the sausage. This shows that
Well?"
The second uncle said: "You only care about the delicious food but not the money. This is what an unlucky boy did."
Zhaodi put her hands on her hips and pointed randomly at the houses with children and said: "The second uncle is right, it was the unlucky children who stole it! The children are greedy and they come to the door. How can I not give them some? What if I take them all without saying a word?
What's going on?"
Fei Jingting glanced at it and saw that there were only Zhang Hu and Ni Qiufeng in the west wing, but Bendou was missing. He felt a little clear in his heart that it was probably Bendou who did it.
Next to her, Guan Xiyi pulled Fei Jingting and whispered: "It's such a trivial matter, so boring. Let's go back."
Fei Jingting looked at the sky and said, "I'd better take you back."
"Okay." Guan Xi agreed happily.
The two of them walked out, and before leaving the middle courtyard, they heard Li Zhizhang shouting: "Ni Qiufeng, where is your Bendou?"
Zhang Hu shouted: "The children are already asleep, why do you call Bendou?"
"Who knows if it's a guilty conscience? Everyone has gone to call their own children, why don't you call yours Bendou?"
Alas, it’s just chicken feathers all over the place again. Poor Ni Qiufeng, I don’t know how she got through this.