Xiang Kun feels that his consciousness is now like a radio station, and if he accidentally has too much power, it is easy to "broadcast" his emotions to the people around him.

Originally, a normal person should not have the ability to receive broadcast signals, and they are just playing their own recorded cassettes.

But Xiang Kun didn't know how to use to forcibly "pour" the content he broadcast into these cassette players, and made them think that the content they were poured into was actually recorded by themselves.

This ability to "broadcast" is his "emotional assimilation".

And it's more like a web server than a radio station, not only sending data, but also receiving feedback.

Previously, the premise of receiving feedback was that he sent the "data" first.

For example, "projection is present", first let the other party be assimilated by their own emotions, and then let the other party see the "projection" in their imagination after looking at each other, and then the other party feedback back to the "projection" picture.

But judging from the induction of the eight-armed and eight-eyed wood carving, Xiang Kun had already obtained the emotional perception of the wood carving at the same time as the induction.

It's like his server, directly hacked into someone else's host, although he only saw some inconsequential information, such as the layout of desktop icons, but this thing itself means a lot of things, enough to make him very interested.

It's just that after sensing the emotions that don't belong to him from the car, no matter how he perceives it next, he can only vaguely know that he has a connection with the eight-armed and eight-eyed wood carving, and there is no other information, whether it is the location of the wood carving or the situation around it, he doesn't know anything.

Xiang Kun scratched his head, and became more and more puzzled: What did I do to that wood carving?

Since it's not about creating a "hypersensory connection", how on earth did I turn it into something like an emotion-sensing springboard or something?

Is it only possible to sculpt, or is it something else?

Does it have anything to do with the carving tools that have established a "supersensory connection" with him?

Xiang Kun got up and began to rummage through the cabinets, he used to have the habit of writing calligraphy, and when he came back from the Spring Festival before, he took it out and wrote a few words casually.

He took out a large roll of rough-edged paper, wolf hair, and ink for practice, and threw it on the desk to spread out, but Xiang Kun did not close the cabinet immediately, but turned out a pile of rice paper stuffed at the bottom of the cabinet.

All the rice paper was written, obviously written by Xiang Kun a long time ago.

He started practicing calligraphy during the summer vacation of the second grade of elementary school, but he did not attend any calligraphy classes. At that time, because of his father's work in Copperstone, the whole family lived in the town.

Next door to the bungalow dormitory where they lived, there was an old man in his seventies who liked calligraphy, and he would write calligraphy in his room when he had nothing to do.

And during that time, Xiang Kun just moved to the town, and he was not familiar with the place, so he was also a little bored, and he just watched a TV series, in which there was a young chivalrous man whose calligraphy was very good and handsome, so he also came up with the idea of learning calligraphy.

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

Xiang Kun later admired himself a lot, and he could 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 then continue to teach him other things, so that he could write the word "Yong" well in the past few months.

So when Xiang Kun was free, he took out a brush to write a few Yongzi, and wrote very slowly, as if he was carving.

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

Since then, Xiang Kun, who has not systematically learned calligraphy and has never had any character pasting, often takes out a pen and paper and writes the word "Yong" alone.

When he arrived in middle school, he naturally began to write other words, writing whatever he wanted, and he actually wrote well in regular script with a brush.

And amazingly, his calligraphy is okay, but writing with a ballpoint pen, pencil, and gel pen is relatively ugly, and he can't practice it.

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

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

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

"Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has not been tried. Show the king today, who has injustice. ”

When I was a sophomore in high school, I had just worked with a group of netizens on a cybersecurity forum to get rid of the homepages of several foreign companies that had posted anti-Huawei remarks and replaced their homepages with five-star red flags.

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

However, this is also the last time he wrote this kind of calligraphy to express his emotions.

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

Looking at those 20 words, although purely from the perspective of calligraphy, it is not worth mentioning at all, but you can clearly feel from the words that you were flying and energetic.

Now I can't have the state of mind of that hot-blooded teenager anymore, right?

Even if he actually writes better in regular script now, such characters and that feeling should never be found again.

Xiang Kun stuffed the proclamations back into the cabinet, then walked to the desk, dipping the tip of the pen into a soft one, and thought silently.

A few minutes later, Xiang Kun finally put down his pen, but he began to write Zhuge Liang's "Teacher Table".

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

Mood swings, like a chemical reaction in consciousness, once they become intense, release energy and spread the influence of consciousness.

After graduating from middle school, Xiang Kun actually never read "The Teacher Table" again, and he never wrote a word.

But after the memory has become stronger through mutation and evolution, his ability to trace his previous memories is also much stronger, after all, "The Teacher's Table" is the content to be memorized in middle school, and he is now rewriting silently, without pressure, and can completely focus on the writing itself, and the emotions when writing.

When the last word was written, Xiang Kun let out a long breath, looking at the rough-edged paper that had been written and dragged to the ground, he was also a little satisfied, and there was a trace of pleasure, he felt that this was the best time he wrote after work.

Then Xiang Kun couldn't help but be stunned, this feeling seemed to be somewhat similar to the eight-armed and eight-eyed wood carving he did before?

Looking at the time, it was already one o'clock in the morning, and 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 on the floor of the room to connect with the Russian push-ups, moved his body, and then prepared to write a few more words, with more samples, it was easier to verify.

However, before writing, he first opened his mobile phone and looked at it, and when he wrote out the teacher's table before, he heard the sound of a mobile phone message prompt, but he didn't check it immediately.

Finding out that there was news of the four of them, Yang Zhen'er obviously knew the price of Xiang Kun's wood carving from Tang Baona, muttered to him for a treat, and asked to place an order, to customize the wood carving, and couldn't wait for the birthday gift.

Tang Baona also said that some friends 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, talk to him, and see when he would have time when he came back.

After looking at the time when they sent messages, it was all around ten o'clock, Xiang Kun didn't reply immediately, and was going to wait for the day to reply, telling them that he might not have time to do wood carving for the time being.

There are also a few messages sent by Xia Libing alone, and he clicked on them with some curiosity:

"When you go back to Thornton City, remember to invite me to dinner. ”

"I want you to do it yourself. ”

"If you need any ingredients, tell me and I'll buy them in advance. ”

"My birthday is April 23rd, and the birthday gift I want is also a wood carving, whatever you carve, but it must be your original, the same as the eight-armed wood carving. ”

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

Finally, there is a panda holding a bowl and begging with an expression.

This old summer......

The style is still so direct!

But how can they all be interested in the wood carvings they make? They shouldn't be able to notice the peculiarities 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 if he didn't come back in the evening, it would depend on the situation.

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

......

Tongshi Town is more than four hours' drive from Thornton City, and it takes more than three hours to run on the highway alone.

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

Because my father has worked in Tongshi Town for many years, Xiang Kun also went to elementary school and junior high school there, so he also has a few friends who play better and have a better relationship.

During this time, he asked one of them to help him find a farm in the nearby countryside to see if there was a farm that others wanted to sell or rent or a suitable site for opening a farm, and there were no other requirements, just two points:

1. Cheap, 2. Quiet.

There is also a hidden "3, remote", but if you meet 1 and 2 at the same time, you will basically have the characteristics of 3.

And with the mountainous areas around Tongshi Town, this kind of condition should not be difficult to find.

chose to make farms around Tongshi Town, and Xiang Kun also thought about it for a long time.

He didn't choose the edge of Thornton City, didn't choose his hometown, and didn't choose his uncle, cousin and other relatives in the place, just afraid of choosing those places, although there are relatives, elders to take care of, many things are more convenient, but there will definitely be frequent visits and visits, after the parents are free, they will also come to help, so he will not have half a dime to open this farm, it is better to continue to nest in the big city.