Some people are directors of life, some people are photographers of life, some people are scripts of life, and some people are actors who are governed by the unspoken rules of life.
Fang Tianfeng walked downstairs and looked at the setting sun, his heart filled with anger and deep helplessness.
Looking back for the last time, Fang Tianfeng took firm steps.
Fang Tianfeng walked towards the No. 12 bus stop, turned a corner, and saw a flea market in front of him. People were coming and going, and there were many stalls selling old clothes, shoes, hats, furniture, and some stalls selling various items.
Ancient coin art.
Before, Fang Tianfeng would definitely walk around while watching, but now he had no intention of doing so. He numbly followed the flow of people forward, and no matter how exquisite the things on the stall were, they could not arouse his slightest interest.
Just as I was about to walk out of the second-hand market, a strong man pushed a bicycle in front of me and shouted, "Give way, give way."
In order to avoid the bicycle, the person next to him bumped into Fang Tianfeng. Fang Tianfeng took a right step and stepped on the wrong foot.
"It's broken!" Fang Tianfeng thought to himself. He quickly raised his feet and his eyes fell on a few broken ancient books with light shoe prints on them. He knew very well that the antiques in the flea market were all fakes and were worthless.
, but I am afraid of being blackmailed.
Fang Tianfeng quickly looked around. There were so many people here that he had no idea who had bumped into him.
I just heard the sixty-year-old stall owner yelling angrily: "Don't you have eyesight when you walk? My ancient books! They were trampled by you just like this. Do you know how much these ancient books cost? You compensate me for the ancient books."
!”
The people around Fang Tianfeng were like dust blown away by the wind. All the stall owners nearby looked at this place. Most of them looked like it had nothing to do with them. On the other hand, the stall owner selling wood carvings next to him said angrily: "Every time, I put things away."
Then look outside, look, there's business again. He's a young guy, he doesn't have much money, so be gentle."
The ancient book stall owner glared at the man angrily, then picked up the yellowed ancient book and said distressedly: "Look, look, look, this is an ancient book from the Qing Dynasty, a rare copy of the "Sikuquanshu"! Although it is not well preserved,
, but it has great collection value and research value. Yesterday, someone offered me 3,000 yuan and I didn’t even sell it! Look, what kind of damage did you trample my book to?”
Fang Tianfeng took a closer look and saw that the books were very damaged. Although there were shoe marks, there was not much difference.
Fang Tianfeng would usually reason with the stall owner, but now he was not in that mood. He said impatiently: "I was hit by someone else, and the things placed here are not valuable at all. Don't think I'm easy to cheat! What do you think I should do?
, give me a pleasant word."
The stall owner glared at Fang Tianfeng, and finally said helplessly: "Forget it, I'm in trouble! Give me two thousand yuan and take the book away!"
Fang Tianfeng sneered: "Do you think I'm worth two thousand? Since you're blackmailing me, there's no need to talk. It's my fault for trampling on your book, I'm sorry!" After saying that, Fang Tianfeng walked away.
The stall owner suddenly rushed over, hugged Fang Tianfeng's calf, and shouted loudly: "Killing people! Killing people! They trampled on my ancient books and wanted to walk away. How can there be such a cheap thing in the world! I am like this
I’ll fight you with my old bones!”
Fang Tianfeng looked down at the stall owner and said, "I think you are an old man. If I don't argue with you, I will be unlucky for today's incident. I will give you a hundred yuan and this matter will be settled. Let go!"
The stall owner hesitated for a moment and shook his head.
Fang Tianfeng suddenly smiled, but he looked more fierce than if he hadn't smiled, and said: "Okay! I just broke up with my girlfriend, and I feel that life is meaningless. You just mess with me, and I will fight you until death today! I will fight now
Call the police. I really want to know whether I am guilty of stepping on your book or extorting 2,000 yuan from you!"
Just as Fang Tianfeng was about to pick up his phone, the stall owner cursed and said, "Give me two hundred, and you can leave!"
Fang Tianfeng glanced at the stall owner indifferently and was about to call 110.
The stall owner quickly shouted: "Don't call the police, give me one hundred yuan, and you can leave!" After saying that, he let go of Fang Tianfeng's calf and stood up in embarrassment.
Fang Tianfeng bent down and picked up three ancient books, then slowly took out fifty yuan from his wallet, threw it on the stall, and said, "I gave you one hundred yuan just now, but you don't want it. Now I only have fifty yuan left!" After that, he turned around with the ancient books.
Just leave.
The stall owner hurriedly picked up the money, jumped on his feet and yelled: "Little hooligan! Smelly scoundrel! Next time I see you, I will break your legs! You don't even ask, who dares to offend anyone in the second-hand street?"
Me! Don’t let me see you again!”
The stall owners around burst into laughter, and others realized that this stall owner was a bully, and left one after another.
The stall owner selling wood carvings nearby laughed: "You deserve it! You get fifty for two thousand. If I had packed up and left, I couldn't afford to embarrass anyone."
The owner of the ancient books stall shook the fifty-yuan bill proudly and said, "You know nothing! I can sell a tattered book for forty cents a pound for fifty yuan, but I can make a hundred times the profit if I flip it!"
The woodcarving stall owner whispered: "Those three books are real ancient books from the Qing Dynasty. Although they are not well preserved, he might be able to make hundreds of dollars by selling them."
"Bah! I can't sell it, let alone him!"
Fang Tianfeng got on the No. 12 bus with three ancient books. The more he thought about it, the more unlucky he became. Ever since he got the ancient books, he felt like something bad was always being thrown at him, as if he was walking on a smelly garbage dump.
Yes, I feel uncomfortable all over.
Not long after, the bus arrived at the stop. He walked towards his home and entered a group of buildings that were so dilapidated that they were about to be demolished at any time. The plaster on the walls of these buildings fell off, revealing pieces of dark red bricks. When he got downstairs, he saw some
Trash bag, looked at the ancient book in his hand again, and wanted to throw it away.
However, when he thought about the skin care products and tea he had spent more than a thousand yuan on today, he felt so painful that he was reluctant to throw them away.
Some people are directors of life, some people are photographers of life, some people are scripts of life, and some people are actors who are governed by the unspoken rules of life.
Some people are trapped in the unspoken rules of life and are unable to recover and never get ahead.
And some people seize the opportunity that passes by and rise to the top!
Fang Tianfeng quickly returned to the rented house on the seventh floor. The house was only 20 square meters, with only a bedroom, kitchen and bathroom, a standard one-and-a-half-bedroom apartment. It was originally 700 yuan a month, but the landlord called a few days ago and the rent increased by 50 yuan.
10. At the end of the month, he has to pay the rent for the next half year, which is 300 yuan more than before.
It was getting late now, and Fang Tianfeng didn't even turn on the computer. He threw the book on the ground and lay down on the bed.
His cell phone rang softly and he opened it to see a text message from Jiang Feifei. He stared at Jiang Feifei's name for a long time and then turned off the phone.
Fang Tianfeng was lying on the bed, thinking about everything he had experienced, and his heart was ups and downs.
He put almost all his thoughts on Jiang Feifei, but the result in exchange was unbearable for him. If he didn't have his sister, he would leave Yunhai City and work hard in a strange place. When he had a sufficient financial foundation, he would
Come back and marry Jiang Feifei.
When Fang Tianfeng was seven years old, his father died in a car accident, and the family's debts were not paid off, but his mother became pregnant again. In the end, the child was given to the childless second aunt's family, and her biological sister became a cousin, and Fang Shishi also
It became Su Shishi.
A year ago, her mother was suffering from lung cancer. When she was dying, she wanted to hear her daughter call her "Mom". Su Shishi, who had been kept in the dark, realized the whole story. She called her "Mom" and watched her mother close her eyes and run away crying.
Already.
For more than half a year after that, Su Shishi did not see Fang Tianfeng and did not say a word.
But a few months later, Su Shishi figured it out and took the initiative to apologize to Fang Tianfeng. She also recognized him as her older brother and was closer to him than before, and she liked to stick to him more and more.
Fang Tianfeng thought of his sister's cute appearance and Jiang Feifei, and couldn't help but sigh.
Jiang Feifei's smile always appeared in his mind, and her voice always echoed in his ears. He tried hard to get rid of it all, thinking about what happened in school, what happened in the company, his sister, and the future, but the more he thought about it, the more he thought about it.
pain.
It wasn't until late at night that he fell asleep, but the resentment, anger, unwillingness and helplessness accumulated in his heart could not be resolved.
At midnight, the full moon hung in the sky, and the bright moonlight poured in, fell on Fang Tianfeng's face, and also fell on the three ancient books. After a while, the ancient books seemed to be blown by the wind, turning the pages quickly, making a clattering sound, and then turned into
ash.
Three pure white light spots flew out from it. Under the reflection of the three light spots, smoke pillars of different lengths, thicknesses and colors appeared on Fang Tianfeng's head. The three light spots were like three fireflies spinning several times in mid-air.
circle, and finally hit Fang Tianfeng's eyebrows.
Fang Tianfeng suddenly twitched all over and his face was distorted, showing an expression of extreme pain. It lasted for five minutes before his brows relaxed and his facial expression became softer and softer, as if he was having a sweet dream, revealing a faint smile.
The moon set and the sun rose, day and night alternated. In the morning three days later, Fang Tianfeng slowly opened his eyes, sat up slowly, and looked around blankly, showing confusion.
"Yesterday's dream was really weird. I actually dreamed of a weird old man saying that the Tianyun Sect was not tolerated by heaven and earth, and that the inheritance would be cut off. Then he used his great magical power to change his destiny and let the outer disciples take away some of the basic classics.
I hope that future generations will get these inheritances, use great supernatural powers to trace their origins, and obtain the complete Tianyun Dao Code. In the dream, I got part of the Tianyun inheritance, and also practiced the Tianyun Jue for a while, and knew the basic situation of the Tianyun Sect.
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"The core of Tianyun Sect is 'Qi', and they call themselves ancient Qi practitioners. They believe that flowers, birds, fish, insects, plants and humans all evolved from something called 'Yuan Qi', and then they were born.
There are many kinds of qi, such as longevity qi, noble qi, wealth qi, disaster qi, disease qi, murderous qi, and dozens of other kinds of qi. The Qi refiners of Tianyun Sect can strengthen themselves by absorbing the qi, and then use the qi as the basis to mobilize
Other qi can accomplish all kinds of incredible things, and can even affect the rise and fall of a country."
Fang Tianfeng thought this dream was quite unreliable at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that the dream was quite reasonable, because everything in life is related to "qi".
When you encounter good things, you must be happy; when you encounter bad things, it is bad luck; when someone wants to kill someone, you are murderous; when you are talented, you are talented, when you are unhappy, you are dejected, when you are angry, you are angry, when you are desperate, you are courageous. It is the same as 'qi'