Seeing that Song Xi was the only one in the yard and even the cat was missing, Feizhu was satisfied and updated a few more chapters.
The days have returned to the calm days.
In addition to doing laundry and cooking three meals a day, Song Xi meditates and practices Qigong.
The time for meditating and practicing is only from evening to early morning.
Occasionally, she deliberately continued to practice for several days without eating or drinking, and Feizhu did not bother her, and she solved basic life problems such as eating by herself.
In addition to coding every day, Feizhu grows vegetables, flowers and grass, and occasionally wanders in the valley and swims in the pool.
Occasionally, the two of them went hiking to pick up fruits. They even went to pick watermelons again. This time, since they had a few valuable wild ginseng in their pockets, Song Xi let the other watermelons go.
Mainly because it was night over there now, and I didn't plan to disturb the fox this time, so I had to give up.
While picking watermelons, Feizhu remembered what the fox said about Song Xi teasing the snake, so he asked her what happened.
After she told the whole story, Feizhu sighed: The fox is right, no one can get anything from you when your brain is online.
The chat changed from Old Snake to Old Monkey, and Feizhu asked the doubt in his heart: What happened to the presidential suite?
He then inferred the fragmented information such as the conversation between the two eldest sisters on the way here and what Fox said to Song Xi and Laohou.
"Those of you who write novels are not limited by your imagination. You can accurately locate me." Song Xi praised and secretly criticized.
"How can creative people create if they are not crazy?" Feizhu first made a self-deprecating statement.
"Then you and I are living in the same room at a resort in the Maldives."
It really means something like that, Feizhu is speechless.
"Why do you think you have so many handsome guys in your secret realm? Although I have said before that I can hire as many handsome guys as I want, but you are too honest." If you can't finish it, you can't finish it at all.
"I didn't arrange it. You saw it. There are only a few descriptions of cultivation, which is a bit weird." Feizhu quickly clarified.
The two analyzed it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, and finally concluded: Heaven has its own laws, they just happened to be lucky.
So when the two returned home, they saw another handsome guy appear at the door of their house.
Not only did the two of them not resist, but they actually looked forward to it.
"I heard that you are very strong. I want to give you a try." The unruly young man said to Song Xi with a high face.
"Oh? What kind of method, civil or martial arts?" The flying pig will do the civil martial arts, and I will do the martial arts on my own, Song Xi thought to himself.
"There's so much bullshit." The young man punched him in front of his face.
Song Xi retreated to the grass a hundred meters away from the small bamboo building. After a while, she walked over leisurely alone.
The young man was still punching and kicking the air, cursing.
"Why didn't you fight?" Feizhu asked.
"It's boring, so I won't fight anymore." When Song Xi passed by the vegetable garden, he picked two cucumbers, washed them in the nearby stream, handed one to the flying pig, and started to chew on it.
"Why is he still fighting?" Feizhu was curious.
"you guess......"
"Did you cast an illusion on him?" Feizhu thought of the snake.
"He is addicted to food, so who can play with him?"
Feizhu looked at the fierce punches and kicks, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to withstand one of them.
"In your eyes, what kind of cooking skills does he have?" Feizhu was curious.
"Come, look at me." Song Xi punched lightly, at one-tenth the normal speed; the force was like cotton sliding across his face.
"Is this what you think of his actions? It's really boring."
"A real master can tell the depth of the opponent with just one move. Look at the tiger. If you don't do useless work, there is nothing wrong with keeping that energy."
"You are still young. It will be fine if you have experienced a few severe beatings from society." Feizhu said to Song Xi as he looked at the young man who fell and got up again.
"I don't know how he would feel when he knew that the person he had been fighting for so long was actually his imaginary enemy."
"We'll find out soon." Song Xi finished chewing a cucumber and took out a bag of melon seeds. He also moved two chairs for the two of them to sit and watch.
The young man cursed and had a high-spirited tone from the beginning - watch me beat you until you kneel down and call daddy;
To the subsequent frustration - why can’t I beat you?
Then to anger - you people are favored by God since you were born;
Then to despair - I am as small as an ant;
Finally accept it - so what, that's it.
The illusion was broken, the boy's body was covered with scratches, and his eyes were gradually clearing up. He saw two people sitting in front of the small bamboo building, each holding a cup of tea.
The girl even raised another tea cup, "You are thirsty, come and have a drink."
The young man could no longer control himself and burst into tears.
"Killing people hurts your heart." Feizhu lamented.
"He came to mess with me first." Song Xi drank the boy's glass in one gulp.
"Who hasn't had the high-spiritedness of youth? Pleasure makes people live fresh."
"It is conceivable that if someone marries you in the future and wants to engage in extramarital affairs, you will definitely let him get what he wants in his dream, but everything will be in vain in the end."
"Why bother to waste this idea and just jump to nothing?" Song Xi asked. She remembered that she used to register her children for classes, and they still introduced their own advantages. She said directly: "How about we just go to the end?
, how much is it, everyone is very busy."
"This is what makes you more worried." Feizhu summed up succinctly.
In the evening, after Song Xi finished meditating, he thought of the young man during the day, his former self and his former leader.
"Xiao Song, walk slower, you will not be lucky if you are in a hurry."
Just like this young man, I couldn't appreciate his painstaking efforts at all, and thought they were just trying to laugh at me.
Just like the boy, she could have just knocked him down with a punch and drove him away. There was no need to do so many scenes with him.
The leader could simply replace her with someone else instead of teaching a subordinate like her strong points. Unfortunately, in my eyes at that time, only my own black and white vision led to so many ups and downs in life.
The days became quiet again, and the boy came here a few times later.
It seems that he has gained some insights, his mind has become much calmer, and his ambition has not faded away.
Song Xi himself lacked combat experience, so he was familiar with the operation by sparring with the opponent, and by the way, he pointed out the areas that the boy needed to strengthen or avoid.
The young man asked: Why not do it like this from the beginning?
Song Xi said: Did you listen to what I said at the beginning?
Song Xi is like looking into a mirror, seeing many similarities to herself in the other person.
The hostility in my heart seems to have dissipated, and I see people and things from a more diverse perspective.
The weather is getting cooler, and the corn planted by Feizhu has matured.
Song Xi broke off a few and planned to bake them at night.
As she walked, she broke off the corn, and there was a figure behind the dense corn stalks who was also breaking the corn.
Song Xi wondered if Feizhu might also want to go with her and want to eat barbecue.
Sneak around behind him, preparing to scare him.
He jumped out from among the layers of corn leaves and patted the opponent on the shoulder.
"ha!"
The other party was frightened.
No, it felt wrong. Song Xi felt a furry touch in his hand.
