From Car Overlord To The World’s Top God

Lin Feng didn't plan to stop writing, so soon, the four short stories came to life.

His first work is titled: "Clock"

Ah Si is a widower. Ah is 47 years old and lives next door to my house. He is two generations older than me, because everyone calls him Ah Si, so I also call him Ah Si.

Ah Si is very good with me, but not very good with other people. The reason Ah Si is good with me is that I am an old friend of his long, long time ago. I don't believe Ah Si's nonsense. I am 22 years old this year. I can break the fingers of one hand wherever I have been. I don't know many people and few friends. Therefore, I have every reason to believe that I am not Ah Si's deceased.

However, I'm still a little uncertain, because I know that A Si can't talk nonsense. He talks very little, usually we stay together, basically I ask one sentence and he answers one sentence. Sometimes he laughed suddenly, his voice as crisp as glass shattered. Ah Si Ke never laughed in front of other people. A Si knows a little bit of gossip, and a little bit is what A Si said. As far as I can see, he must know more than a little bit.

When I got up that morning, one of my shoes was missing. I rummaged the house, but still no trace of the shoes. So I ran to find Ah Si, and I told Ah Si that I lost my shoes. Ah Si said it was his fault that I lost my shoes. I knew Ah Si would not help, so I didn't say much, and waited quietly at his house. It was morning, but Ah Si's room was dim.

After a while, Ah Si said:

"Go back! Take a look at your rice tank."

I walked home, unwilling to believe what Ah Si said, how could my shoes go there? But, to my surprise, beside the rice tank, I really found my shoes.

Later, I asked how Ah Si knew that the shoes were next to the rice tank, but Ah Si refused to say. I asked again and again, and Ah Si said that he secretly put it there. I won't ask more.

Many people say that Ah Si is weird, taciturn, and doesn't like socializing. I don't think Ah Si is a bastard tortoise, nor do I think he is strange, he is simply too normal.

If I had to tell the strange thing about Ah Si-Ah Si's house, it would be his clock. That clock is ordinary, sometimes accurate, sometimes not accurate.

Lin Feng's second work is titled: "The Fragmentation Law"

A group of peaceful phoenix seeking phoenix

Sanyang Kaitai Dragon Play Pearl

The new teapot was printed with such a line, plus it was new, but within a few days, it became famous on the tea table. All kinds of objects showed their favor to her one after another. Only Teacup Xiaojie disagrees, he said:

"Huh! What's so great about it. The teacup must be clean. Don't look at her as a newcomer. Maybe how many people have touched her." "

The toothpick holder has a high seniority because it is made of stainless steel; the ones on the saucer bother him to see a lot, and sometimes see injustices. He prefers to cut in: "Xiaojie, this seems pretty tricky."

"Old stuff! What did you say!"

"Who is the old thing!" the toothpick holder said angrily. "Our items are sold out, how can they not be touched!" Xiaojie consciously made a mistake and said nothing.

A few days later, one afternoon, around three o'clock. Xiaojie suddenly fell to the ground and broke.

So everyone said that Xiaojie was punished. Tea sets are more emotional than human beings. To be honest, many tea sets cried. The new teapot cried loudest, and she secretly felt that it was her sin.

A little bit of November, a little snow fell in the sky. One day, the owner and the hostess quarreled. The new teapot was thrown out of the house by the hostess, knocked to pieces, and split into three or four pieces. "Qiufeng" and "Xizhu" are disconnected from the previous words.

Ugh! Each teacup has its own breaking method. Some teacups are accidentally dropped, and some are deliberately dropped.

The third piece of Lin Feng's work is titled: "One Twenty Six A.m."

When I wrote the title, it happened to be 1:26 in the morning. I don’t know what title to choose, so I use time as the title. I thought the article was good, but the title was completely useless. Maybe many people want to say no, but I want to say it is. After writing the title, I don't know what to write. Since the title is written casually, the content can of course be casual. It's okay, nothing is impossible.

People like to say meaningful words and do meaningful things, but I only love the meaningless things. People like to use meaning to suppress me, saying, look at you, what is the meaning of doing these things! They look for meaning in everything, find meaning in things that are beneficial, find meaning in things that are not beneficial, find meaning in life, find meaning in life, look back at history to find meaning, and participate in social activities for Looking for meaning, reading the books to find meaning, slowly, they realized a new question: What is the meaning? It was... it was inexplicable, after all, they still didn't find the meaning.

Anyone who actually does something from a thing, and has to find a meaning in the end, is meaningless in itself.

For example, once, my mother and cousin discussed what happened to good people and bad people. My cousin's opinion is that good people don't live long, and the evil will last for thousands of years. What's the point of doing good deeds? My mother's opinion is that good people are rewarded, not that they don't report, the hour has not arrived. Doing good things makes sense! The two discussed for a long time, but I didn't say a word on the side.

I think that whenever a person does a good thing, that is, there is a place to help others and a positive impact, when this thing is completed, the meaning will complete its mission. If the person concerned is eager to return, it is most likely to find sin for himself.

The so-called meaning, even though it is called meaning, has no meaning at all. What's the point? Meaning exists in existence. So, I love only meaningless things, just as I love meaningful things.

Lin Feng's fourth work is titled: "The Voice in the Ear"

Xiao Liu often hears inexplicable voices recently, which are human voices. Xiao Liu didn't know that person.

At the beginning, Xiao Liu was very frightened, and immediately checked in the hospital. There was nothing wrong with his body. The voice still existed, but instead told Xiao Liu to not be nervous. Xiao Liu asked his identity, but he did not answer, just said:

"¨¨I come from the rain in the past."

Gradually, finding that the other party did not have malicious intent, Xiao Liu felt relieved.

This inexplicable voice actually helped Primary Six in the final exams and non-professional homework. Xiao Liu didn't even remember the name of his homework, let alone the knowledge inside. The night before the exam, he boiled the lamp to review until late at night, and went to the exam room dizzy the next day. As a result, the test papers were sent down to have a look (good money king), damn, not at all! Xiao Liu's heart was pounding. I have not done this homework, and the number of party activists will pass him by.

Xiao Liu was hesitating, and suddenly a gust of wind blew him, making him feel comfortable. Then Xiao Liu heard the inexplicable voice. The voice told Xiao Liu the answer, one question after another, carefully speaking. I have reviewed P6. Although I can't remember the answer, I can be sure that it is the correct answer.

When it came time to check the results, I got a score of 99 in the sixth grade of this course.

Later, Xiaoliu seemed to be possessed, trusting that voice more and more, and that voice also created a lot of benefits for Xiaoliu. One day, Xiao Liu crossed the sidewalk. red light. The voice said to Xiao Liu, walk over, today you will not have a car accident. Xiao Liu did not notice the danger, and walked into the sidewalk with a fluke. As a result, a car on the opposite side that also violated traffic rules flew over and knocked Xiaoliu three meters away. Xiao Liu fell in a pool of blood, convulsed a few times, and died.

As the saying goes: Hearing is fictitious, seeing is believing. .

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