The most annoying thing about writing is the composition. My dream is to lie flat.

Chen Feng was powerless to complain, so he simply took the mentality of handing in the blank paper and secretly glanced at Xiaosang's answer.

Xiao Sang was serious, biting the pen, thinking carefully for a moment, and began to write quickly.

I have to say that a child who is good-looking and studies hard is full of charm, which is much better than Chen Feng, a poor student who is thinking of giving a blank copy.

Why is the sky blue?

Xiaosang's crooked handwriting reads: There is a palace in the sky, where there is a blue fat man and his family live. One day, his child was lost. The blue fat man was very sad and shed tears every day. The blue fat man's tears are also blue. He wants to tell his children not to be afraid by dyeing the sky blue with tears. If you see the blue, you will see the home...

Chen Feng read out his loneliness and desire, and even a hint of sorrow from the inconsistent handwriting of Sang.

Xiaosang has a soft and kind heart under her seemingly thorny appearance.

He wrapped himself in a thick shell and armed himself so that no one could approach him. He was also afraid that others would hurt him.

He longs to open his heart, but he doesn't know who to open it and how he opens it.

He was afraid, so he was arrogant.

He was afraid, so he was worried.

He was afraid, so he carried a shell on his back.

Xiao Sang, a stubborn child, even with a high personality... Chen Feng sighed... After all, he was just a child.

The answer to Xiao Sang's second question is a bit scoundrel: one is one, two is two, and the addition of two is equal to two, and it is not necessary to equal to two. If the person who proposed this theory set one plus one equals three, then in our understanding, one plus one equals three. The meaning of the three at that time was the same as the meaning of the two at present. In fact, whatever is equal to one is true. In short, the first setting is very important.

Judging from Chen Feng's understanding, Xiao Sang's rogue is quite a bit of a sophistry about a white horse not a horse. From a breed, a white horse is a horse. From a philosophical perspective, not only a white horse is not a horse, but a dark horse, a green horse, a spicy horse... are not a horse.

Xiao Sang wrote quickly. When he was writing the composition topic and wrote down my dream, he thought for a while before he started writing slowly. At the beginning, Chen Feng was shocked:

My dream is to become a tree, stand in eternity, without any joys and sorrows, half peaceful in the soil, half flying in the wind, half scattering shade, half bathing in the sun, very silent and very proud, do not rely on or look for...

Xiaosang is OK, he has the potential to become a poet.

His dream is different from Chen Feng's childhood. His classmates all wanted to become scientists, mathematicians, astronauts, doctors, teachers... This and that family have great ambitions. In the end, all the things have been smoothed out by life, and they have become money to support their families with blood.

As the remaining spiritual charm of Fusang, Xiaosang wants to become a tree, which is both realistic and longing. The beginning expresses the yearning for freedom and freedom.

This is a contradiction that is mature in thought and lacks social experience.

Chen Feng was making psychological profiles of Xiaosang in his heart, and his cold hands suddenly patted him on his shoulder.

"Catch you, do it~! Disadvantage~!!"

A word by word of dark tone.

Chen Feng's neck hair stood up.

He was mentally prepared, but the examiner's behavior of catching bags on the spot awakened some bad memories in his previous life.

A soft pop sound.

Another crack in the wrist of the bamboo basket, the lethal effect is immune, and 9/10 becomes 8/10.

Chen Feng suffered another "serious move" that he could not detect.

The scale was erect from the Void Shuttle, and it was like lifting the mountain and hitting Han Bai directly behind him.

The soul records the pounds and the Yin-Yang Book is a trip.

As Han Bai's soul body fell into a state of confusion.

The picture in the exam room is blurred again.

Accompanied by Xiaosang's dissatisfied protest, the two appeared in the school full of students this time.

Students are not humans, they are existences in the form of spiritual bodies.

But no one was seen.

This allowed Chen Feng to have a closer understanding of the methods of the people in the dark.

Control corpses, soul-killing, mental attacks, plus a real and false environment, plus a hallucination.

The four methods seem to be not the end. It seems that the person in the dark is not only difficult to deal with, but also quite fancy.

Chen Feng doesn't remember when he messed with such a tough character.

This time the scene is not targeted at Chen Feng and Xiao Sang.

They both seem to be bystanders watching the show.

People keep coming in and out of the school.

I was fine when I went out, but when I came back, I was missing my arms and legs.

Chen Feng knew that what he saw was fake, but he still couldn't stop his eyes from getting sluggish and his chest was undulating.

The person in the dark is really shameless. Show Chen Feng the "social problems". What do he want to do? Does he want to summon the great god of harmony to use the ultimate move?

A little girl walked out.

A roaring voice came in.

“When will the tutoring fee be paid?”

Sobbing timidly, the child's voice was like a mosquito, "My father said that if he sold pigs at home..."

"Just just do it, and you'll be delayed again and again. If you don't have money, don't study. Do you think I'm a good church here?"

"My mother said... Isn't the repair money (tuition fee) paid enough? Why do you still need it?"

"You're still talking back, right?" The crackling whip, accompanied by gritting teeth, "The merit is the fee for the regular class, the merit (gift or reward) is the fee for the tutoring. Sir, my time is not the time? I'll give you free tutoring? You all think very beautifully."

When the little girl came in, her nose and face were swollen, and she was lying on the table with sad tears.

Another little boy went out.

The tone of questioning became even more sarcastic.

"Xujin is still half short. I'll ask your parents to come. If you like to read, get out of the way if you don't read."

The little boy remained silent and hesitated for a long time before begging weakly, "My father was a bricklayer and broke his leg. My mother was so tired that she couldn't get out of bed. Sir, let's go slowly, okay?"

"Oh, I broke my leg and couldn't get out of the bed. OK, I don't have the ability to make money. OK, I'll show you a way. I recommend you to go to the coal mine to make up for the gold repair."

"Sir, I can't do it." The little boy was shocked and cried: "Last month, seven classmates died in the coal mine. I am the only son of the family. Sir, I must not."

"This is not OK, that is not OK, so I will pay for the repair of the money."

Chen Fengming knew it was fake, but he could not suppress the urge to kill someone and rushed out of the school.

In the corridor, there are some gentlemen who are abused by students.

There was only one little boy playing two characters in one person, talking to himself in a changing voice and tone.

"Finally separated." An excited expression appeared on the little boy's face, and his ferocious face scattered into clear light and stabbed Chen Feng.

Chen Feng's brain buzzed, like a thousand needles passing through, pricking deep into the soul.

He secretly shouted something was wrong.

Finally, I understand what the sentence "I found you, little~! Stealing~! Thieves~!" means.

That person was not targeting him.

But Xiaosang.

Xiaosang is the charm of Fusang's remaining wood, and is a very high-ranking thing that is thought of.

The person in the secret said that he was a little thief, and he was stealing the Fusang Spiritual Rhyme.

It seems.

Things about Mangshu Village.

It's far from the end.
Chapter completed!