Some people are the directors of life, some are the cameras of life, some are the scripts of life, and some people are actors who are unspoken by the rules of life.

Fang Tianfeng walked downstairs, looking at the sunset that was about to set, his heart was full of anger, and at the same time there was deep helplessness.

Looking back at it for the last time, Fang Tianfeng took a firm step.

Fang Tianfeng walked towards the No. 12 bus stop, turned a corner, and a thrift market appeared in front of him, people came and went, bustling, stalls selling old clothes, shoes, hats and furniture abounded, and there were some stalls selling all kinds of ancient coins and artworks.

In the past, Fang Tianfeng would definitely walk on the side, but now he doesn't have this thought. He numbly followed the flow of people, and no matter how beautiful the things on the stalls were, they could not arouse his interest in the slightest.

As soon as he was about to walk out of the thrift market, a strong man in front of him was pushing a bicycle and shouting "let's let, let go".

In order to avoid the bicycle, the person next to him crashed into Fang Tianfeng, and Fang Tianfeng happened to take a step and stepped on it with one foot.

"It's broken!" Fang Tianfeng secretly said in his heart that it was not good, so he hurriedly raised his feet, and his eyes fell on a few broken ancient books, on which there were still shallow shoe prints. He knew very well that the antiques in this kind of thrift market were fakes and worthless, but he was afraid of being blackmailed.

Fang Tianfeng hurriedly went around, there were people here, and he didn't know who hit him.

I only heard the 60-year-old stall owner shouting angrily: "You don't walk long, don't you? O my ancient book! I was trampled on by you like this, do you know how much these ancient books cost? You pay me for the ancient book! ”

The people around Fang Tianfeng were like dust blown away by the wind, and all the stall owners in the vicinity looked here, most of them looked like they didn't care about themselves, but the stall owner who sold wood carvings next to him said in a weird manner: "Every time I put things so far outside, look, it's business again." He's a young guy and doesn't have much money, so you can do it. ”

The owner of the ancient book stall glared at the man angrily, then picked up the yellowed ancient book, and said distressedly: "You, this is an ancient book of the Qing Dynasty, and it is a rare book of "Siku Quanshu"!" Although the preservation is imperfect, it is extremely collectible and researchable. Yesterday someone offered 3,000 and I didn't sell it! You, what have you stepped on my book into? ”

Fang Tianfeng took a closer look, those books were very torn, although there were more shoe prints, but there was not much difference.

Fang Tianfeng usually reasoned with the stall owner, but now he was not in the mood. He said impatiently: "I was hit by someone else, and the things that are placed here are not worth anything at all, don't think I'm easy to cheat!" What do you say, give a happy word. ”

The stall owner glared at Fang Tianfeng angrily, and finally said helplessly: "Forget it, count me unlucky!" You give me two thousand dollars and take the book away!" ”

Fang Tianfeng sneered: "Do you and I look like we have two thousand?" Since you blackmailed me, there is no need to talk about it. It's my fault to step on your book, I'm sorry! After speaking, Fang Tianfeng pulled his legs and left.

The stall owner actually pounced on him, hugged Fang Tianfeng's calf, and shouted loudly: "Murder!" Kill! I still want to walk away when I step on my ancient books, how can there be such a cheap thing in the world! I'm fighting you with this old bone! ”

Fang Tianfeng lowered his head at the stall owner and said, "I, you are an old man, I don't fight with you, today's incident is unlucky for me, I will give you a hundred yuan, this matter is over, let go!" ”

The stall owner hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

Fang Tianfeng suddenly smiled, but it was more fierce than not laughing, and said, "Okay! I just broke up with my girlfriend, and I don't feel like it's interesting to live, you just messed with me, and I'm going to die with you today! I'll call the police now, and I'm curious to know if it's the crime of stepping on your book or the crime of blackmailing 2,000 yuan! ”

Fang Tianfeng was just about to take his mobile phone, but the stall owner scolded, and then said, "Give me two hundred, you can leave!" ”

Fang Tianfeng glanced at the stall owner indifferently and was about to dial 0.

The stall owner hurriedly shouted: "Don't look for the police, give me 100 yuan, you can go!" After speaking, he let go of Fang Tianfeng's calf and stood up with a wolf.

Fang Tianfeng bent down and picked up three ancient books, then slowly took out fifty yuan from his wallet, threw it on the stall, and said, "You didn't want to give you a hundred just now, but now there are only fifty left!" After speaking, he took the ancient book and turned around and left.

The stall owner hurriedly picked up the money and jumped to his feet and scolded: "Little rascal! Stinky scoundrel! Next time let me get to you and break your legs! You don't inquire, who dares to mess with me on the thrift street boundary! Don't let me get to you! ”

The surrounding stall owners laughed, and the others also understood that this stall owner was a bully who was afraid of the hard, and left one after another.

The stall owner selling wood carvings next to him scoffed: "You deserve it!" If I wanted 2,000 and 50, if I had packed up and left, I couldn't afford to lose anyone. ”

The owner of the antique book stall shook the fifty yuan bill proudly and said, "You know what a fart!" Lao Tzu's broken books can be sold for fifty for four cents and a pound, and he makes a hundred times as much as he resells it! ”

The wood carving stall owner muttered in a low voice: "Those three books are real ancient books of the Qing Dynasty, although they are not perfectly preserved, maybe he can make a few hundred dollars by selling them." ”

"Phew! I can't even sell it, and he can't do it! ”

Fang Tianfeng took three ancient books and got on the No. 12 bus, and the more he thought about it, the more unlucky he became. Ever since he got the ancient books, he felt that something bad was always throwing himself on him, as if he was walking on a stinking garbage heap, and he felt uncomfortable.

Not long after, the bus arrives. He walked towards his home, entering a cluster of dilapidated buildings that were ready to be demolished, the lime of the walls of which had peeled off, revealing dark red bricks. When he got downstairs, he went to some garbage bags and the ancient books in his hand, and wanted to throw them over.

However, thinking of the skin care products and tea that he spent more than 1,000 yuan on today, he was so painful that he was reluctant to throw them away.

Some people are the directors of life, some are the cameras of life, some are the scripts of life, and some people are actors who are unspoken by the rules of life.

Some people are slumped by the unspoken rules of life, and there is no future for them.

And some people, seize the fleeting opportunity and turn over!

Fang Tianfeng quickly returned to the rented house on the seventh floor. The house is only twenty square meters and has only bedrooms, kitchen and bathroom, standard one and a half bedrooms. Originally, it was 700 yuan a month, but a few days ago, the landlord called, and the rent had risen by 50, and he had to pay the rent for the next half a year at the end of the month, which was 300 yuan more than before.

It was getting late at the moment, Fang Tianfeng didn't even turn on the computer, threw the book on the ground casually, and lay down on the bed.

The mobile phone rang softly, and when he opened it, it was Jiang Feifei's text message, and he stared at Jiang Feifei's name for a long time, and turned it off.

Fang Tianfeng lay on the bed, thinking about what he had experienced, and his heart fluctuated.

He put almost all his thoughts on Jiang Feifei, but in exchange for such a result, it was unbearable for him. If he didn't have a sister, he would leave Yunhai City, go to a strange place to work hard, and when he had a sufficient economic foundation, he would come back to marry Jiang Feifei.

When Fang Tianfeng was seven years old, his father died in a car accident, and the family's debts were not paid off, but his mother was pregnant again. In the end, the child was given to the childless second aunt's family, the younger sister became a cousin, and Fang Shishi also became Su Shishi.

A year ago, my mother was suffering from lung cancer, and when she was dying, she wanted to hear her daughter call her mother, Su Shishi, who had been kept in the dark, knew the ins and outs, and after calling her mother, she closed her eyes and ran away crying.

After more than half a year, Su Shishi didn't see Fang Tianfeng and didn't say a word.

But a few months later, Su Shishi figured it out, took the initiative to apologize to Fang Tianfeng, and admitted that his brother, who was closer to him than before, liked to stick to him more and more.

Fang Tianfeng thought of his sister's cute appearance, and thought of Jiang Feifei, and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

Jiang Feifei's smile always appeared in his mind, and her voice always echoed in his ears, he tried to get rid of this qiē, thinking about what happened at school, thinking about what happened in the company, thinking about his sister, thinking about the future, but the more he thought about it, the more painful it became.

It wasn't until late at night that he fell asleep, but the resentment, anger, unwillingness and helplessness accumulated in his heart could not be resolved.

At midnight, the full moon hung in the sky, and the bright moonlight spilled in, falling on Fang Tianfeng's face and on the three ancient books. After a while, the ancient book seemed to be blown by the wind, turning the pages quickly, making a rattling sound, and then turning to ashes.

Three pure white points of light flew out of it, and under the reflection of the three points of light, columns of smoke of different lengths, thicknesses, and colors appeared on Fang Tianfeng's head. The three points of light were like three fireflies spinning a few times in mid-air, and finally hit Fang Tianfeng's eyebrows.

Fang Tianfeng's whole body suddenly convulsed, his face distorted, revealing an expression of extreme pain. It lasted a full five minutes before his brow furrowed, and his facial expression softened more and more, as if he was dreaming, and showed a faint smile.

The moon set and the sun rose, day and night alternated, and in the early morning three days later, Fang Tianfeng slowly opened his eyes, sat up slowly, and looked around blankly, revealing a look of doubt.

"Yesterday's dream was really weird, I actually dreamed that a strange old man said that the Tianyun Gate was not tolerated by heaven and earth, and the inheritance would be cut off, and then he used the great divine power to change his life against the sky and let the outer disciples take away some of the basic classics. It is expected that future generations will get these inheritances, use the great divine powers to trace back to the source, and obtain the complete Heavenly Fortune Dao Codex. In the dream, I got a part of the Heavenly Fortune Inheritance, and I also practiced the Heavenly Fortune Technique for a while, and I knew the basic situation of the Heavenly Fortune Gate. ”

"The core of the Heavenly Fortune Gate is 'Qi', and they call themselves Ancient Qi Refiners. They believe that whether it is flowers, birds, fish, insects, plants, trees, and human beings, all of them are evolved from something called 'vitality', and then a lot of qi is born, such as longevity, nobility, wealth, calamity, disease, murder and so on. The Qi Refiners of the Heavenly Fortune Gate can absorb the Yuan Qi to strengthen themselves, and then use the Yuan Qi as the basis to mobilize other Qi to accomplish all kinds of incredible things, and even affect the rise and fall of a country. ”

Fang Tianfeng felt that this dream was quite unreliable at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that the dream was quite reasonable, because life was related to "qi" everywhere.

When you encounter good things, you will be overjoyed; When encountering bad things, it is bad luck; If someone wants to kill someone, it is murderous; Talented people are talented, unhappy are depressed, angry when angry, and desperate and courageous. There is so much to do with 'qi'.