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[Alas. 】 Feng Qing complained to others on the forum.

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Not long after Feng Qing posted it, she saw the replies below expressing her confusion.

[What? Feudal superstition? 】

[What's the matter? This is a plot I never imagined. 】

【Landlord, you don’t need to make it so realistic, can you make it more dreamy? 】

You made it up.

Feng Qing looked at the screen and rolled her eyes silently.

She looked at the screen, and after a long silence, she suddenly sighed inexplicably.

…

Feng Qing has an important attribute in addition to his secondary school, social fear, salted fish, and low emotional intelligence.

She is a little naive at times.

Sometimes a little bit of kindness that is completely unnecessary, and blood.

Of course, as we all know, innocence is not an attribute that can help people survive better in the human world.

Feng Qing is not ignorant of her character. She could have chosen a better job at the beginning, but she came to such a place because she hated messy interpersonal relationships and intrigue, which made her family popular Half dead, her mother pointed at her nose and said she was too naive.

Sometimes when she sees unfair things, she should not talk too much, she should turn around and leave like everyone else, but she always can't help but say it, and then basically there is no good end, which is also It's too naive.

Feng Qing occasionally feels that she is a little different from other people. They live on the same planet, but she always seems to be one step behind others, and always likes to see the flowers and plants by the roadside that feeling.

Anyway, Feng Qing always does things with a little bit of his own tone that doesn't match the whole world.

When npc, grow flowers, stay away from crowds, eat alone, sleep alone, read books, often watch cartoons only children watch and laugh, get up in the middle of the night and drink a can of Coke, then look out the window The view is dazed…

Like this time, she wanted to leave it behind, she lay in bed ready to sleep.

But after lying down for half an hour, Feng Qing opened his eyes again like a corpse.

"Forget it...I can't sleep at all, I always feel that something is going on in my heart." Feng Qing rubbed her messy hair, "How about...I'll think of a solution?"

She knew that her thoughts were a bit outrageous, but she always felt that if she could not save herself, she would not be able to pass the test of her conscience.

Although she only met that person by chance, she always felt that something was going to happen to that person.

Recalling what that person said to her during the day, Feng Qing felt more uncomfortable the more she thought about it.

The man smiled and said, "Actually, it has been calculated several times, because that senior... Is he always a little worried, but no matter how many times, the result is the same."

He was smiling, but Feng Qing always felt that there was some bitterness in his smile.

This feeling instantly reminded her of the people who suffered from feudal superstitions that she had heard in various family ethics dramas when she was a child.

"Then you..." Feng Qing couldn't help but want to say to him, "Then why don't you listen to your senior?"

Who knows that the next person on the other side lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I've been used to seeing these things since I was a child, and many of the elders around me are the same as me, please do not worry."

…This thing turns out to be a family atmosphere problem!

Feng Qing was stunned, how could such a shocking thing happen in these years?

It seems painful and hateful.

Feng Qing remembered the legal channel she had watched before, those who had to marry girls much older than her because of feudal superstition, those who spent all her money because of a word from a fortune teller The old people who have saved up, how many people have been destroyed, and so on, it is chilling to look at.

Although that person doesn't know the specific reason, it must be similar to them.

Feng Qing still remembered that when he saw him a few days ago, he was still very energetic, but he didn't know if he believed those fortune-telling words, and now his whole person is decadent.

...Of course Feng Qing has to admit that the handsome guy who is decadent has a different flavor, but it is not important, the important thing is that Feng Qing watched a good person become so decadent because of this kind of thing, she also Somewhat frustrated.

"Feudal superstition is too abhorrent." Feng Qing said, "How about... let me help him?"

...When she came to her senses, she had already put on a dress, sat in front of the computer, and had already started to check the information.

"How to say this." Feng Qing sat in front of the computer and began to worry, "...I'm stupid, so it might be difficult to convince that person directly."

"Or... make a draft in advance?"

Feng Qing began to search on Baidu, [How to persuade people who are feudal and superstitious. 】

Feng Qing was dazzled by the search results below.

Article 1: Move with emotion, understand with reason, and tell him that feudal superstition is not credible.

Feng Qing picked up the pen, supported her chin with her hand and started to think.

Then the question is, what does it mean to be moved with emotion and understood with reason?

Halfway through the search, Feng Qing suddenly began to have some doubts again.

"I'm so unlucky if I don't travel through time?" Feng Qing, who has been unlucky since childhood, began to have a little doubt.

However, she thought about it for a while, and then slowly thought about it.

Never mind.

Feng Qing looked at the screen with an indifferent smile on her face.

Anyway, it's not just one or two times that I've been pitted, so what does it matter if I get caught again.

Yes, this guy has another plus.

My life is not very good, but I think very well.

…

An entire night.

Feng Qing, who had been sleeping all night, was lying on the table, feeling sleepy.

"No clue." She rubbed her temples and said, "I can't think of it at all."

Books will be less hated when they are used up.

Feng Qing felt that she usually had a lot of nonsense in her heart, but she couldn't hold it back at this time. She was extremely distressed that she didn't study Chinese well.

Li Qi passed by the shopkeeper calmly, very calm about the pain that the shopkeeper showed early in the morning.

I didn't watch the shopkeeper last night because I missed my old friend and I was sad for a night.

He was woken up by a strange sound in the middle of the night last night. He went outside to take a look quietly, and saw that the shopkeeper's whole person was decadent, and the whole person was staring at the faint candlelight without blinking. Looking at the small sign, he didn't even notice it when he walked behind him.

That scene, even in retrospect, is still a little unbearable.

"Xiao Qi, don't make trouble." Feng Qing patted Li Xiaoqi's butt, let her go down from his face, and continued to sigh.

Li Qi hugged Li Xiaoqi, as soon as his hand touched Li Xiaoqi, she started to fry, but Li Qi didn't care.

In order to make the shopkeeper happy, Li Qi is going to buy some delicious food for the shopkeeper.

Then he came back less than ten minutes after he left.

"The shopkeeper." Li Qidao, "The biscuits stall at the door seems to have been smashed."

"What?"

Feng Qing was shocked at the time.

This day is still too much for people, has she been Mercury retrograde recently?

Feng Qing, who couldn't eat biscuits in the morning, was incompetent and furious.

"It seems to be smashed by a fallen bird's nest." Li Qidao, "I don't know very well, the shopkeeper, or I will cook you something else you love. ."

"Forget it, I don't eat it, the appetite is not very good."

Feng Qing got up and yawned. Facts have proved that for people who can't speak normally, she probably can't write anything.

Yesterday she held it back for half a night, seven hours, and six words.

What a pity, no one here can see the words on the screen of the mobile phone, otherwise she would definitely play "Approaching Science" on a high-intensity loop for these guys to see.

Feng Qing picked up the pile of books in front of her and prepared to put them into the bookshelf. She temporarily took them down from the bookshelf yesterday, but it was obvious that even with the blessing of books What buff can't write is still not written.

However, I don't know if it was a coincidence or a coincidence, just when she was moving the book, a printed document suddenly fell from the interlayer of the books.

...In fact, after a long, long time, Feng Qing realized that this thing might not have been in that place, and it was a little inexplicable that it appeared here.

But at that time, Feng Qing didn't realize anything.

She just picked up the document.

Huh? What is this?

Feng Qing picked it up and looked at it and wanted to take it back, but turned her head sharply.

Ah... that's right.

When she saw the header of the document, Feng Qing remembered what it was.

…

Some time ago, when we cracked down on the themes of TV dramas and restricted supernatural films, the people in the crew of supernatural films were frowning, staring at the documents above them every day in a daze.

She had this copy, which seemed to be printed by a certain crew director at that time. At that time, the director printed several copies, and added a lot of analysis and reminders. The screenwriters study, change the script every day, and make the screenwriters suffer one by one.

This... Feng Qing raised his eyebrows.

It should be the crew who accidentally left it?

Looking at this document, Feng Qing recalled the painful time at that time.

During that time, the director was in pain, the screenwriter was in pain, and Feng Qing, who watched them in pain, was also in pain, and their expressions were like constipation that had not been pulled out for a week.

Although Feng Qing was just a salted fish, she couldn't hold back the gloom and gloom around her. The terrible atmosphere infected her, and she didn't have a good meal for several days.

Feng Qing shook her head, just about to take this document back, however, just before taking it back, she suddenly remembered something.

Then she opened the file and took another look.

His…

How about documents? People use different words. It is really different from what she thinks of her husband.

Although the screenwriters who are about to be tortured crazy must hate this thing, but in fact, the tone of this document is not so official, it also uses some very vivid specific cases, it is quite easy to read of.

Especially the central idea in this document.

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Feng Qing put down everything in his hands, read this document carefully, and then tsk tsk admiration.

The sentence was read in cadence and rhythm, and Feng Qing could hear the voice of the host reading the report.

The tone is serious yet lively, lively yet solemn.

Yes.

Don't she happen to not know what to say to that handsome guy... Isn't there something ready-made right now!

Feng Qing read it again, and the more she read, the more she felt that this thing was a coincidence, and even God was helping her.

Although there are a lot of things in this document that are not useful, but Feng Qing can't stand it, he will be out of stock in his mind, wouldn't it be enough to pick and choose a few words from this document.

Just do it.

Feng Qing quickly picked up a pen, marked down what he thought was good, and cut it into a small strip and put it in his hand.

It's just that the handsome guy hasn't come over for a long time, right?

Feng Qing looked up at the door, and then secretly turned on the camera.

Okay, that's it, as long as he passes by again, he should be able to find out.