The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

"Do you keep a diary?"

"Don't write~!"

"Then do you keep a diary?"

"Whoever writes a diary~!"

"Yeah, who would write the truth in a diary~!"

"Can what is written be called the truth?"

"Despicable~!"

The person buried in front of the table, writing a diary in a serious manner, who else could it be if it wasn't Li Feng.

After finishing today's diary, Li Feng dusted off the page, solemnly drew a horizontal line underneath, and scrawled his name.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered the lines in this confrontational scene. Although it is not as famous as Hongmen Banquet, it still impressed Li Feng very deeply.

"I'm not a serious person. What's wrong with writing a diary~!"

Regardless of whether the strategic missile nuclear submarine can be completed by hand, Li Feng has always believed that today is the day to witness the beginning of history. In his spare time, he thought of leaving something behind on this day.

What is history? From the perspective of materialist dialectics, history is written by people and left for future generations to see. If this is the case, then leave it to future generations. What Li Feng wants to show them.

After properly repairing, illustrating, and polishing this day's conversation with Ran Qilin, this diary shows a flawless self. At first glance, it seems that it was written by a talented person with excellent character.

After putting away the diary, Li Feng felt a little bored.

She couldn't help but think of Qin Jingru's very presumptuous look when she came in just now, which was quite silly.

"Hehe~!"

The first thing she said was to thank her for the bunch of candied haws, which she gave her. This girl was very nervous at the time and stammered, which made people shake their heads involuntarily.

I couldn't help but remember that in the TV series, I had no independent opinion at all and was foolishly fooled by Xu Damao. At this time, it seemed that indeed, my eyes had a kind of clear stupidity like that of a college student.

It was impossible for her not to be deceived, and liars liked this. For example, Mr. Tang seemed to have deceived a Western wife with the same attributes, and she had an eight-year-old child.

Li Feng remembered his dumb smile when he was eight years old, which seemed to alarm the girl at the door, but actually made her run back.

For God's sake, Li Feng really didn't mean to laugh at Qin Jingru. In his own opinion, these days, a girl from the countryside who wants to marry into the city is also pursuing progress. She cannot say that others are snobbish. Ordinary people's yearning for a better life is what they want. The driving force behind productivity improvements.

At this time, for some reason, I suddenly thought of Xiao Huang. When I think of Xiao Huang, I can't help but think of that absurd dream. Xiao Huang went to the place where he washed his feet to catch himself. Is it possible? It's impossible.

The broken ball is so big, and there are more than a billion people there. Even if she were like herself and traveled back in time, she wouldn't be able to find herself.

However, it would be great if you could find yourself and fall in love in the new century, between you and me, but just don’t go to the foot-washing city to catch yourself.

Unconsciously, his eyelids became a little heavy. As he thought about it, Li Feng put his arms on his cheeks and fell asleep.

Under the moonlight, only the front yard of the huge courtyard was still lit with lights.

On the opposite side of the room, the man with disheveled hair stood quietly in front of the hall, his eyes always looking at the brightly lit east door. His face under the moonlight was pale and scary, like a ghost crawling out of a TV. That one.

The pointed chin looked like a moon blade in the moonlight, smooth and even a little dazzling.The white feet stepped on the floor tiles of the yard, like the pads of a cat, without making the slightest movement.

The door that Qin Jingru had closed in front of her was quietly pushed open through a gap. Seeing that there was only one person in the room, the door was quickly pushed open and then quickly closed.

"Papa~!"

The light cord seemed to be pulled by a heavy object, and the switch fixed on the door frame made a slight sound and turned off the light bulb.

"Who?"

Li Feng, who was still in a light sleep just now, stood up instantly, but did not draw his gun.

It was definitely wrong for a gay man to draw a gun on a lesbian. Besides, Li Feng could see who it was through the moonlight.

It's not Qin Jingru? ?

Somehow, Scumbag Feng felt a little bit disappointed. In his sleep just now, he somehow managed to replay the dream he had that night. The clarity reached 4K Blu-ray quality, as if he had experienced it himself. It was Qin Jingru who started the game.

Yu Li didn't say a word. Instead, she turned her hand behind her back and locked the door with her backhand.

"Not good~!"

Li Feng's mood fell to the bottom in an instant. Oh no, he was plotted. Yanbu's noble dog jumped over the wall. Yu Li looked disheveled and couldn't even speak clearly when she left the house.

"Yu Li, think carefully, there are no good people in the Yan family, don't, don't go down the wrong path~!"

At this time, Li Feng was stammering a little, especially when Yu Li was approaching step by step, which made his heart rise to his throat. He was ready to take this bitch into the space at any time. He couldn't care about anything else at this time. If there was something going on outside, Just yell and it's over.

"You also know that there are no good people in their family?"

Every time her feet took a step forward, Li Feng's eyes widened. The next moment, Li Feng was really ready to accept her.

As a result, Yu Li stopped, leaned forward, and got closer and closer to Li Feng, so close that she could smell a touch of clam oil. She said in a firm tone.

"I said last time that you owe me this, so you have to compensate me. Today, I want to recover the interest. I am not a hen that doesn't lay eggs~!"

After saying that, there was a rustling sound, and for a moment, Li Feng seemed to see the Moonlight Goddess standing in front of him, like the bright moon spreading its holy moonlight, which made people's eyes hurt. The metaphor may be inappropriate. , his brain shut down.

"Gudong~!"

"Don't, Yu Li. What the Yan family did in this matter was wrong, but you can't retaliate against me like this. Let's discuss it carefully. If you have difficulties, I can find a way to solve them~!"

Li Feng took a step back. This step was his bottom line. At this moment, he racked his brains and tried his best to dissuade Yu Li from retaliating and avoid making an irreparable mistake. He was about to sacrifice his knee at this moment. He didn't know if she would accept it.

This doesn’t make sense anymore. What does it mean that he owes her money? What he charges is interest. What about the principal? Where is the principal? Li Feng has never taken out a loan at all~
"I, I know a doctor who specializes in treating difficult problems... Bah, specializes in treating this disease...~~!"

……

On the roof, a tabby cat with its arms folded lazily yawned and looked up at the starry sky without sadness or joy. The calico cat beside it was even more lazily lying on its side next to the tiles, licking its paws. It may be that the bricks and tiles are relatively dirty, and the floor mats are covered with mud stains.

In the early morning, Li Feng had a hard time getting up. He felt as if he had been hit by a car last night and went to the public toilet with a pale face.

"TN's, it's like a shower~!" (End of chapter)