Sister, you miss me

The four left with heavy steps, and Su Wangzu looked at Yang Feng and said, "Xiaofeng, our Su family is ashamed of our ancestors. The secret technique passed down by our ancestors is the only one of my generation. However, even so, Among children and grandchildren, no one can learn."

Su Wangzu suddenly looked up at the sky, his vocal cords dumbfounded: "The Su family can be destroyed, the secret technique cannot be lost, Xiaofeng, I taught you today. You will practice hard work in the future, and you will be able to use it freely. You will feel like you have the future. Eyes, from small to birth, old age, sickness and death, ups and downs, to ups and downs, to great storms, thunder and lightning, and the destruction of the earth are all within your fingertips."

"so smart?"

"That's natural. Mr. Guigu is pedantic and unpredictable. How can the secret techniques passed down be idle."

"Then if I am like you, even if I can't escape the catastrophe, then how can I avoid evil."

"Xiaofeng, you don't know something. You should never count for yourself, because that can't be calculated. If one day faces an old man's dilemma, then it is also God's will. God's will cannot be violated..."

Yang Feng didn't know when Su Wangzu left. The clouds and darkness above his head were dizzy and he still couldn't believe Su Wangzu's words. Is there really a sky outside the sky? Is there really a god in that heaven?

Yang Feng left Su's house overnight, but no one stayed there. It seemed that the sky above Su's house was really dark, and the main members were digesting the sudden bad news.

...

It's been a week since I returned to Beidu, except for Su Qinxin who was called back, nothing changed.

Within three years?The catastrophe of the cultivation world?Yang Feng even thought that Su Wangzu was just nonsense, there might be life outside the sky, but that was an alien.

Yang Feng didn't take the so-called catastrophe seriously, but he practiced pinching divination from time to time, but unfortunately, there was no progress.

On April 15th, during a big college Chinese class by Ruan Boshi, he invited someone in midway.

Suddenly, the amphitheater of 300 people was silent.

The coming person is forty or fifty years old, with a back head, gold wire glasses, and a medium-sized black coat.

"Lao San, do you know?" Feeling the excitement of Jin Zishan next to him, Yang Feng touched him with his shoulder.

Jin Zishan glanced at Yang Feng, and continued to look at the visitors with admiration.

Yang Feng was puzzled and heard Ruan Boshi's introduction.

"Hello, everyone, Mr. Kim Hyun Joon is my good friend, and also a famous North Korean scholar. I am a professor of literature. I usually think that literature and history are inseparable because history needs help. The tools of literature are passed down, and literature is also full of various historical elements. Now, let us give a warm applause and ask Mr. Jin Xianjun to tell you about the history we are all interested in."

Thunderous applause.

This Typhoon Kim Hyun Joon is not bad. He looks a bit like Xu Wenqiang from "Shanghai Bund". With the scholar's halo above him, he is very popular.

However, Yang Feng keenly discovered that Park Zhongsheng did not applaud, but instead watched with cold eyes.

But Jin Zishan, his hands were red.

The prolonged applause was pressed down by Jin Hyun Joon with his hands. He talked freely and witty words. The boring history was lively and interestingly told by him. He also interacted with his classmates from time to time. The classroom atmosphere was lively and warm.

When he finished speaking and was about to leave, Park Jong-sung suddenly stood up and asked: "Mr. Kim Hyun Joon, why do you only talk about ancient and modern history, modern history after the 1950s?"

"Which country are you from!" Jin Xianjun narrowed his eyes and said in a rather bad tone.

"South Korea."

Jin Hyun Joon nodded and sneered at each other: "Originally, the same ancestor and common ancestor came down in the same line, because you depended on the powerful and accepted the gold. Yes, you have developed the economy, lived well, and have no worries about food and clothing, but you still know the so-called nation Dignity, courtesy, justice and shame?"

"What did you say!" Park Jong-sheng patted the table directly.

"The second child." Jin Zishan desperately pulled Pu Zhongsheng's sleeve.

"Humph!" Park Zhongsheng snorted and sat down.

Jin Xianjun smiled faintly: "Beijing University is the best university in China. You are the elites among the proud children of heaven. When I saw you today, you really deserved your reputation. I stand here today, with all sincerity and fear. I would like to ask the students to give me some advice."

After Kim Hyun Joon left, Ruan Bo-chee gave Park Jong-shen a depressed look, and then said to everyone: "Dear students, literature knows no borders. Our university is a comprehensive university. Students come from all corners of the country. Everyone may have different nationalities and skin colors. Different and different beliefs, but since we are studying together, we require the same while reserving differences. Even if we cannot accept each other, we must pay attention to restraining our emotions. get out of class ends."

Before Ruan Bozhi left, Park Zhongsheng was the first to squeeze out the back door.

The four returned to the 007 dormitory one after another, and Park Zhongsheng climbed to the upper bunk.

"Second, in broad daylight, what to sleep?" Yang Feng asked with a smile.

Wang Datong is the oldest and also plays the role of the big brother. He said: "Second, what happened to you just now in class?"

Jin Zishan shook his head to stop Wang Datong. He smiled and said, "My buddy, Jin Xianjun is my uncle."

"What!" The most enthusiastic response was Wang Datong. He also asked an idiot question, "Youngest, are you a North Korean?"

Speaking of this, Wang Datong didn't mean to stop, and exclaimed again superfluously: "Second, you were so excited just now, don't tell me that you are from South Korea!"

Yang Feng held his forehead, and Pu Zhongsheng and Jin Zishan stopped talking.

Wang Datong said anxiously: "Hey, are you guys, you just say something!"

"Old Wang," Yang Feng held his shoulders, "I believe it now."

"what?"

"People with high IQs have always had a mediocre EQ."

"Oh, ah, fourth child, what do you mean, you scold me for low EQ!"

"Isn't this something obvious? You have to say it."

"I... Since it's obvious, why can't I say it? Also, Yang Feng, it stands to reason that your IQ is higher. How can you be OK?"

"Old Wang, if you go out first, I'll talk to them."

Wang Datong was pushed to the door and still couldn’t help saying: “We are allocated a dormitory. Cherish our brotherhood, I hope you don’t give up."

At the door of the dormitory, Yang Feng gave a thumbs up: "These few words are good, and they fully prove that there is no problem with your emotional intelligence."

"Go, it's up to you to come down." Wang Datong punched Yang Feng in the chest and pushed him through the door.

This dorm is really complicated!Wang Datong muttered to himself.

Yang Feng walked into the dormitory, closed the door casually, looked at Jin Zishan standing on the ground, and Park Zhongsheng lying on the bed, and said, "You know each other's identities, you know it a long time ago."

Jin Zishan looked at Yang Feng and nodded slightly, Park Zhongsheng sat up, drooping his eyelids, and came to acquiesce.

"Thanks to the two brothers for always loving and taking care of Yang Feng." In order to explain the words, Yang Feng added: "One group wears Chinese tunic suits and the other group wears black suits."

"So, you suspected us a long time ago?" Jin Zishan asked.

Yang Feng nodded: "I have a problem, my ears are too good. I was a guest at Lao Wang's house that day. I vaguely heard the content of your phone call. Later, I followed you and saw your theory in the Tianji Taekwondo Gym.

"Fourth old, do you actually know this?" Park Zhongsheng said in an incredulous tone.

Yang Feng nodded: "I guess Zishan's identity, but what about you, second child?"

"I'm nothing, but I have some money at home."

"Really?" Yang Feng smiled faintly, "I hope so."

"What did you say?" Park Jongsheng and Jin Zishan said at the same time.

"Am I wrong? If the second child is just an ordinary rich man in the south, your differences will not be so big. Maybe we can continue to be brothers. But..."

"But what!" Park Zhongsheng said impatiently: "Yang Feng, can you finish talking in one go?"

Yang Feng nodded and said, "Unfortunately, things often go contrary to expectations, because I found that my second child was very active in the defect of North Korean restaurant employees, so I was a pity."

"The fourth child, you have a very thorough view. The second child's family is very powerful there. Her mother is a member of Congress, and the second child's future career is the president."

"The Congress is run by my house. The president is elected by a universal vote. Like you, he was born to be the boss. I just can't figure out that the world has developed to this day and there is still such a backward system."

"Second!" Yang Feng shouted, "Piao Zhongsheng, you are a bit too much today, please don't use offensive language. I think that at this point, the character is better than you."

"You two are close, don't I see it."

"Piao Zhongsheng, what are you talking about, believe it or not I will beat you?"

"Come on, take a beat, and break up."

"Could it be that our brotherhood for so long is worthless in your eyes?"

Park Zhongsheng rolled his face and said nothing.

"Second, the bell..." Jin Zishan stepped forward and shook Pu Zhongsheng's bed.

"Please call me my full name."

"Park Zhongsheng, Lao Wang is right, Yang Feng is right, I cherish our fate, our brotherhood, I think, no matter what our future identity is, we are here at this moment, we are classmates, roommates or brothers. In the future, when our interests conflict, we can also resolve disputes in a peaceful manner as far as possible, keeping in mind our current situation."

Yang Feng was surprised, because Jin Zishan's words were entirely the leader's tone.

Park Zhongsheng was silent for a moment, and said: "Zishan, you are right, I am so excited."

"Pu Zhongsheng, he is a man!" Yang Feng smiled openly and gave a thumbs up.

"Great!" Jin Zishan said happily: "My uncle is staying at the Dynasty Tianlun Hotel. Let's go and have a meal."

"Zishan, sorry, I won't go." Park Zhongsheng said blankly.

Jin Zishan nodded: "Understandable, I will buy you what you want to eat."

Park Zhongsheng shook his head and said, "No, save some for the people in your country. I heard that at this time of the year, you will have a famine..."