What It’s Like Being a Vampire

Xiang Kun felt that his consciousness was now like a radio station. If the power was too high accidentally, it was easy to "broadcast" his emotions to the people around him.

And all the normal people should have cassette players without the ability to receive broadcast signals, and they all just played the cassettes they recorded.

But Xiang Kun didn't know how to forcibly "fill" the content of his broadcast into these cassette players, and made them think that the content that was injected was actually recorded by themselves.

This "broadcasting" ability is his "emotional assimilation".

And compared to a radio station, it is more like a web server, not only sending data, but also receiving feedback.

The prerequisite for him to receive feedback before was to send "data" first.

For example, "projections are present", first let the other party be assimilated by your own emotions, and then let the other party see the "projection" in your imagination after looking at each other, at this time the other party feeds back the "projection" picture.

But judging from the induction of the wood carving with eight arms and eight eyes, Xiang Kun had already obtained the emotional perception of who was around the wood carving while sensing it.

It was as if his server had directly hacked into other people's hosts. Although he only saw some irrelevant information, such as the layout of desktop icons, this matter itself meant a lot of things, enough to make him very interested.

It's just that after sensing that emotion that doesn't belong to him from the car once, no matter how he perceives it next, he can only vaguely know that he is related to the eight-armed and eight-eyed wood carving, and there is no other information, whether it is I don't know the location of the wood carving or its surroundings.

Xiang Kun scratched his head, feeling even more confused: What did I do to that wood carving?

So instead of creating an "extrasensory connection," how on earth did I turn it into this sort of emotional springboard or something?

Is it just engraving, or is there any other way?

Does it have anything to do with the sculpting tools with which he has established a "supersensory connection"?

Xiang Kun got up and started rummaging through boxes and cabinets. He used to have the habit of writing with a brush. When he came back from the Spring Festival, he took it out and wrote a few words casually.

He found a large roll of raw paper, brushes, and ink for practice, threw it on the desk and spread it out, but Xiang Kun did not close the cabinet immediately, but turned out a stack of rice paper stuffed at the bottom of the cabinet.

Those rice papers were all written on, obviously written by Xiang Kun a long time ago.

He started to practice brush calligraphy during the summer vacation of the second grade of primary school, but he didn't take any calligraphy classes. At that time, because their father was working in Copperstone Town, their whole family lived in the town.

Next to the bungalow dormitory where they live, there is an old man in his seventies who likes calligraphy. He writes with a brush in his room when he has nothing to do.

At that time, Xiang Kun had just moved to the town, and he was unfamiliar with the place, so he was a little bored. He just watched a TV series, in which there was a young knight-errant who wrote calligraphy very well and was very handsome, so he also had the idea of ​​learning calligraphy. , that uncle is very like a worldly expert, so he followed suit.

But the old man didn't teach him any complicated techniques, he just taught him to write a word "Yong", and then wrote it for a whole summer vacation.

Later, Xiang Kun also admired himself for being able to persist in such a boring thing as writing a word repeatedly.

After the summer vacation, the old man was taken to the north by his family, saying that he would come back in a few months and continue to teach him other things, so that he could write the word "Yong" well in these few months.

So when Xiang Kun was free, he took out a brush and wrote a few words of Yong, writing very slowly, as if he was carving characters.

But what I didn't expect was that the farewell between him and the old man became a forever farewell. The old man died of illness in the north, but Xiang Kun didn't know about it until two years later.

Since then, Xiang Kun, who has never learned calligraphy systematically, and has never had any handwriting stickers, often takes out a pen and paper, and just writes the word "Yong".

After arriving in middle school, he naturally started to write other characters, whatever he wanted to write, and he could write regular script with a brush.

And what's amazing is that his writing with a brush is okay, but when he writes with a ballpoint pen, pencil, or gel pen, it's ugly, and he can't practice it no matter what.

It is probably because he is used to writing calligraphy very slowly, and it is impossible to write a word for half a minute when writing with a hard pen normally.

Xiang Kun looked at the words he wrote when he was young one by one, and recalled the state of mind when he wrote those words.

After turning over the last one, Xiang Kun looked at the words on it, and read it softly:

"After ten years of sharpening a sword, I have never tried the frost blade. If I show you to the king today, who will be unfair."

It was my sophomore year in high school, and I had just taken down the homepages of several foreign companies that posted anti-Hua remarks with a group of netizens on the Internet Security Forum, and replaced their homepages with five-star red flags.

At that time, he felt that he was quite awesome, full of pride, blood in his chest, and full of hope for the future.

However, this is also the last time he wrote this kind of brush calligraphy expressing emotions.

After that, every time he came home, even if he wanted to practice handwriting, he would just write casually on rough-edged paper. It didn't matter what he wrote, and he threw it away after writing.

Looking at those twenty characters, although purely from the perspective of calligraphy, they are completely insignificant, but you can clearly feel from the characters that you were originally flying and energetic.

It is impossible for the current self to have the state of mind of that hot-blooded teenager anymore, right?

Even though his current regular script is actually better, but such characters, that feeling, should never be found again.

Xiang Kun stuffed the edicts back into the cabinet, then walked to the desk, dipped the tip of his pen to soften it, and thought silently.

A few minutes later, Xiang Kun finally wrote, but it was Zhuge Liang's "Teacher's List" that he started to write.

He deliberately chose a long article, hoping that he would have enough time to brew his emotions. He suspected that the reason why the eight-armed and eight-eyed wood carving he carved had a special feeling should have something to do with the emotions he carved at that time. .

Emotional fluctuations are like a chemical reaction in consciousness. Once it becomes intense, it will release energy and spread the influence of consciousness.

After graduating from middle school, Xiang Kun actually never read "Being a Teacher" again, and never wrote it.

However, after his memory became stronger through mutation and evolution, his ability to recall his previous memories became much stronger. Writing itself, and the emotions when writing.

When the last word was written, Xiang Kun breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the raw paper that had been written and dragged to the ground, he was also a little satisfied and felt a little bit of pleasure. He felt that this was the last thing he wrote after work. Good time.

Then Xiang Kun couldn't help being taken aback. This feeling seemed to be somewhat similar to the wood carving with eight arms and eight eyes he made before?

Looking at the time, it was already one o'clock in the morning. It took him more than four hours to write these more than 700 words, which was indeed his usual low efficiency.

Xiang Kun stretched his waist, did a few handstand push-ups and then Russian-style push-ups on the floor of the room to move his body, and then he was going to write a few more words. More samples would be better for verification.

But before writing, he turned on his mobile phone and looked at it. When he wrote the teacher's table, he heard a message prompt on his mobile phone, but he didn't check it immediately.

Discovering the news of the four of them, Yang Zhen'er obviously knew the selling price of Xiang Kun's woodcarving from Tang Baona, muttering about asking him to treat him, and asking for an order, custom-made woodcarving, and couldn't wait for the birthday present.

Tang Baona also said that a friend also wanted a wood carving of a two-dimensional character, and wanted to place an order with Xiang Kun, and her grandfather wanted to meet him, chat with him, and see when he would be free when he came back.

Looking at the time when they sent messages, it was around ten o'clock, so Xiang Kun didn't reply immediately, and planned to reply in the daytime, telling them that he might not have time to do wood carving for the time being.

There were also several messages sent by Xia Libing alone, and he opened them curiously:

"Remember to treat me to dinner when you return to Zaitong City."

"I want you to do it yourself."

"Tell me what ingredients you need, and I will buy them in advance."

"My birthday is April 23. The birthday gift I want is also a wood carving. You can carve whatever you want, but it must be your original one, just like the eight-armed wood carving."

"It's best to give it to me years ago."

At the end is the emoji of a panda holding a bowl and begging.

This old Xia...

The style is still so direct!

But why are they all interested in the wood carvings they made? They shouldn't be able to detect the uniqueness of the wood carvings, right?

Early the next morning, after Xiang Kun had breakfast, he told his parents that he was going to Tongshi town to find friends, and whether he would return at night would depend on the situation.

Mom knew that he had two or three very close friends in Copperstone Town, so she didn't say anything, but told him that he must come back before noon tomorrow.

...

It takes more than four hours to drive from Tongshi Town to Eitong City, and it takes more than three hours to travel on the expressway alone.

In fact, when he came back this time, his main destination was there.

Because his father had worked in Tongshi Town for many years, and Xiang Kun's elementary school and junior high school were also attended there, so he also had a few friends who played better and had stronger relationships.

During this period of time, he asked one of them to help him find in the nearby countryside to see if there were any farms that others wanted to sell or rent, or suitable sites for opening farms. There were no other requirements, just two points:

1. Cheap; 2. Quiet.

There is also a hidden "3, remote", but it satisfies 1 and 2 at the same time, and basically has the characteristics of 3.

But given the mountainous areas surrounding Tongshi Town, such conditions shouldn't be hard to find.

Xiang Kun also considered for a long time to choose a breeding farm around Tongshi Town.

He didn't choose the edge of Zaitong City, he didn't choose the place where his hometown was, and he didn't choose a place where his uncle, cousin and other relatives lived, because he was afraid of choosing those places. There will be frequent door visits and visits, and my parents will come to help when they are free. In this case, it would be meaningless for him to open this farm, and he might as well continue to live in a big city.

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