its 017: potato chips with charcoal in the snow

Under the urging of Mulan, Cheng Xingxing sat down cross-legged.

"Where is your tiger charm?" Mulan asked, "Ah, by the way, it's on your arm. When practicing for the first time, it's better to press your hand on the tiger charm and experience..."

"Heat like fire." Cheng Xingxing interrupted her impatiently and covered his left arm before she stared and screamed.

Then he immediately closed his eyes and didn't think about anything in his mind and wanted to sleep.

Well, challenge Su Yundi or something. Let's wait until after sleeping. There is a long way to become a general, and I'm not in a hurry at this moment. You know, I'm still hungry now. In such a weak state, how can I have the energy to create human beings...

His consciousness gradually became hazy, but his sitting posture did not move. It should be admitted that this is indeed a kind of kung fu, a magic skill learned over the years after competing with the teacher in class. Cheng Mingxing once spent money to print pictures of two eyes, and then put them on his eyelids in class, sat straight with a book, closed his eyes and slept, but the teacher did not find the flaws.

Of course, this is also because he knows the style of the teacher's lecture very well, and he is sure that the teacher in that class will not ask him questions. Otherwise, this miracle will not be easy to happen.

However, it was not easy to sleep this time. Mulan kept talking, which made Cheng Xingxing think of Tang Monk played by Jiaying's brother in the Journey to the West. He fully understood the feeling that Xingye's version of Wukong said that he wanted to pull out his intestines and strangle him to death.

"You have to concentrate! While concentrating, we should keep our hazy state! Don't go too much in a hazy state, or you will really fall asleep! Ah, how about it? Do you feel the burning of the flame? Come on, work harder, and you can refine the invisible energy..."

Cheng Xingxing had a gloomy face, opened his eyes, and stared at Mulan. Mulan stopped and looked at him in a daze: "What...what's wrong?"

"Miss, did you tell you that beginners should practice in a quieter environment when teaching you these things?" Cheng Xingxing always doesn't know what to say when he sees a girl, but he finds that Mulan is an exception.

"Yes...yes." Mulan grinned and looked very cute, but Cheng Xingxing really couldn't fall in love with him. Now he is full of anger, typically full of anger, like a monk of the Tang family in a monster steamer.

Mulan waved her hand and retreated: "Okay, I'll shut up, you can do it, don't worry, don't worry..."

Cheng Xing stared at her and slowly closed his eyes. In order not to let this guy continue to harass himself, he had to put on a hard-working posture, so he put his right hand on his left arm.

"It's really a little hot." Slowly sinking into a half-dream and half-wake, he vaguely felt the temperature from his left arm and couldn't help thinking about it.

Just thinking about it, it really began to heat up, as if there was a fire burning, which made him feel a trace of pain. He hurriedly controlled the heat in the confusion to prevent it from continuing to rise.

The point of "controlling the fire" was unintentionally done by him.

He just didn't want the temperature to burn so much that he couldn't sleep, so his consciousness did not flow to other places at all, and there was no excitement that ordinary beginners were prone to after sensing the "flame", so he inadvertently achieved "uncontrolled refining of invisible energy".

Many things that generals and apprentices can't do for a month are done by him.

But he didn't know that he was just confused and slowly squirming towards the dream world. In the haze between the half-dream and half-wake, some thoughts began to appear, and some scenes also came to his mind. This feeling was very familiar to him, which was a precursor to falling asleep.

At this time, if you want to fall asleep quickly, the most correct way is not to take the initiative to think, but to let the brain think about what it is.

Uncontrolled control. It's hard to say, but in fact, everyone who has slept can actually do it. Control yourself and don't control yourself... It's difficult to say, but that's it.

In the wind, some strands of things are flying, and a figure appears in the world of light and shadow, like a silhouette, a dark outline, and I can't see what it is. The energy of the fire passed over the shadow, and it seemed to be a little clearer.

Which movie is this character? Cheng Xing's brain thought like this involuntarily, and then he fell asleep.

Mulan looked at it quietly, and he didn't dare to come out, lest it would disturb the cultivation of this master. Ten minutes later, perhaps because he was too tired, Comrade Cheng Xing was finally snoring uncontrollable.

This sound can't be linked to the sacred and solemn cultivation in any case, so after a short period of surprise, Mulan flew angrily and kicked the star from ** to the bed, with his feet facing the sky, like a turtle prime minister who overturned the car.

"To become a star! You stupid! It's not worth looking forward to!" She roared angrily, slammed the door and rushed out.

"Ah? What's going on..." Cheng Xingxing lay on the ground, opened his eyes slightly, closed his eyes again, showed a comfortable expression, and went into his sleep.

In the dream, he ate more than 20 meat buns in one go, which was called a hunger relief.

This sleep lasted until the afternoon. In the end, if it hadn't been for the torture of the god of hunger, the star could have slept for it until tomorrow morning. In the thunderous tsunami in his stomach, Cheng Xingxing got up from the ground and muttered blankly, "What's going on? Why did you fall asleep on the ground?"

He thought that his sleeping phase was never bad. He should have studied the secret of landing, but his stomach was really disappointing and did not allow graduate students to continue his scientific thesis. Cheng Xingxing dragged his tired legs and hungry stomach, pushed the door out of the room.

The sun in the sky has turned to the west. The generals and apprentices in the courtyard are either punching and kicking their legs, or meditating, or being in a dazed, or reading with a book. Hu Huangyi is looking at the sky again, as if the sky is his hometown 800 years ago. He has always wanted to go back, so he suffers from depression.

"Teaching head, when shall we have dinner?" Cheng Xingxing struggled to come to Hu Huangyi and asked questions about the national economy and people's livelihood.

"Eat?" Hu Huangyi's eyes were blank, "I haven't eaten for a long time? I saw that you didn't come out. I thought you could practice hard and didn't want to eat it.

"What?" Cheng Xingcheng finally knows what despair is like. Tears are swirling.

"You deserve it! Pig!" Mulan gloated for a long time in the distance.

"Not good, is it? After all, we are useless friends of the four-person group. We shouldn't laugh at him like this. You Liang, who was eating potato chips around her, frowned and frowned. "He didn't seem to eat in the morning, and at noon... It's not good for his health."

"Who told him to sleep so well?" The general examination of primary school students is laughing. Sister Wood said it well. She deserves it.

"Is there nothing to eat anymore?" Cheng Xingxing opened his mouth and stared at Hu Huangyi with the expression that the end of the world had come. How he looked forward to Hu Huangyi to stand up and said with blank eyes, "Well, I'll find some for you."

"Ah." Hu Huangyi's answer is only one word. The sky, the mysterious sky... His eyes floated there again, exploring the secrets of the universe and missing his hometown 800 years ago.

"What kind of sad life is this?" Cheng Xingxing couldn't help bursting into tears, and the feelings of the poor and middle peasants were surging in his heart.

"Little star, take this." As if an angel's voice sounded, You Liang stood beside Cheng Xingxing and handed the oil paper bag containing half a bag of fried potato chips to Cheng Xingxing. Although his face was unbearable, his hands did not tremble at all.

The star now has the heart to sing the Oriental Red Sun Rising. Looking at the half bag of oily buttery potato chips, his eyes showed the expression of the emergency person seeing the toilet.

"Give it to me? Really give it to me?" He trembled and took the oil paper bag, and scenes from childhood to adult rolled out of his mind. In his memory, he only kicked him into a dog poo when he rubbed his buttocks to find the lost coin, showed a disdainful expression on his face when he boasted, and gloated when he was in distress, but never acted righteously when he was in pain.

This is the first person in his 18 years of life to take the initiative to help him overcome difficulties.

For others, this bag of potato chips may not be a big deal, but for stars, it is not only a bag of potato chips, but also a food to save themselves from hunger.

It represents a person's concern for him.

"Of course it's for you." You Liang's eyes flashed with a look of pain, which could show how reluctant he was for this bag of potato chips and how kind he was.

He was moved by becoming a star, but he didn't want to repay except for a "thank you". So, he burst into tears and ate it with a big mouthful. He felt that this was the best thanks to the other party.

Fei Liang stood aside and watched the bag of potato chips gradually disappear into the mouth of the star. Tears flowed down, as if the mother chicken saw her eggs being picked up by the owner to make boiled eggs.

"I've finished eating." More than ten seconds later, Cheng Mingxing held the empty oil paper bag in his hands and said to You Liang gratefully. Feiliang took the paper bag and saw that there were still a few pieces of debris left in it, so he hurriedly poured it into his mouth.

"A pair of idiots!" The general apprentice next to him quickly made an accurate evaluation of the two people. Kaobu City blinked in the distance: "Sister Wood, our reputation seems to have been pulled down by these two guys again."

"So what?" Mulan snorted, "Anyway, it's so stinky that it can't be more smelly."

"It's the same." Kaobucheng nodded.

At this moment, Su Yundi came back with his head held high. The light of the sunset shone behind him and sprinkled the light on his back. When the teachers and apprentices looked up at him, their eyes were stung by the light.

"I'm back." Su Yundi smiled faintly, and the girls began to tremble.

"Do I compare with him?" A strong lack of self-confidence immediately surged in Cheng Xingxing's heart.