After Yue Lao left, Meng fell asleep on the table in a daze.

Feng You came back to his senses, and saw that only he and Meng Li, and the books that he had spent several days studying had disappeared together, so he knew that Yue Lao must have returned to the God Realm.

Then he set his eyes on Meng Li, who was sleeping soundly, and he carefully pondered what Yue Lao said.

Thinking of the human race, the longevity is only more than 100 years, and the short-lived ones may die before they are minors, and they generally live for seventy or eighty years, but they can see one and love the other, love one and abandon the other.

On the way to the apartment last time, I met a woman chatting with her friends, and said: When you love, you really love, and if you don't love, you really don't love.

At the time, I didn't know how to interpret it, but now that I think about it, it is compared with the business trip of the immortals under the moon.

Thinking of this, he looked at Meng Liu's eyes deeper, and his heart was not disturbed by the battle between gods and demons, and he suddenly raised his emptiness and fear that he had nothing to rely on.

"Uh-huh......" Meng muttered, woke up, his eyes were hazy, and he wanted to reach out and rub his eyes, but because he had slept with his arms pillow for a long time, his blood was blocked, and he was stiff and sore.

"Ouch-" A voice called Feng Youxiang's thoughts back, his eyes flashed, and he withdrew his gaze, but his hand reached over, pinching her arm to dredge the blood for it.

This burst of acute pain woke Meng Up, only to realize that there were only herself and Feng Youxiang in the space at this time, and before she could regain the embarrassing feeling, Feng Youxiang's hand naturally stretched out.

Well, that embarrassing feeling can't be recovered.

"Alright. After rubbing it for a while, Meng felt that it was no longer affected, so he took his arm off the big hand.

Suddenly remembered that although this room had changed, it was my own crime scene......

"Can't think about it, can't think about it, can't think ......about it," she chanted a mantra to banish the thought from her head, and felt that it was time to say goodbye, so she told Feng You what she had always kept in mind.

"That...... Sister Wanqiu gave me a task to decorate a satisfactory room for Mitya, and I originally thought of doing it casually. ”

"Who knew that Edward's pit had asked me to decorate Mitya's room into a primeval forest all year round in winter, and to have a log cabin, and there must be an alchemy laboratory in the cabin......"

"I'm not very good at ...... I didn't have a clue at all, I went to ask Bai Tu, he said he didn't understand, I just saw your sleeves wave, this room has changed the decoration and furniture, you can help me!"

Feng Youxiang listened to her words, and looked at her sitting precariously again, tapped his chin on his sleeve, and his eyes moved from her face to it.

Meng didn't react at first, but then remembered that he was pulling his clothes and feet in front of Bai Shu just now......

Isn't it?

Two small hands along the table, with fingertips as feet, three steps and one stop, slowly to the wind to the sleeve, carefully twisting a little bit of fabric.

"Help!" pulled the cuffs and shook them from side to side twice, his eyes fixed on the exquisite embroidery at the cuffs, and he only dared to sigh in his heart, this embroidery was exquisite, and the fabric was soft and silky.

Seeing this, Feng Youxiang forced a smile to leak out of his eyes, "Okay, I'll help you." ”

When Meng heard his promise, he immediately let go of the fabric on his fingertips, and the villain in his heart was like a dirty scissor hand.

I heard Feng You say again: "Let's talk about it first, I only tell you how to do it, and you have to do the actual operation yourself." ”

"Why?" Meng didn't put down the scissor hand of the villain in his heart, and his face collapsed in an instant, and even the little face she was holding on top collapsed.

"If I do it myself and do it all for you, is that your task, or is it my task?" Feng You taught patiently, "Since it is your task, I will teach you the method, and how to operate it in the future will have to be completed by yourself." ”

Meng still wanted to reach out and pull his sleeve and pull off this practice as well.

I don't know if Feng Youxiang was unhappy that she simply let go just now, but when her two little paws were about to climb onto the fabric, she retracted her sleeves.

"Oh well. "I was a lonely Meng, so I had no choice but to accept the reality and listen to it.

"First feel the whole room structure with your heart, and then fill the whole room with your Meng Po power according to the scene in your mind. ”

Feng You stopped talking when he said this.

Meng asked, "And then?"

"That's the whole process. ”

After Feng You finished speaking, the wide sleeves waved again, and the whole room returned to its original decoration.

At this time, the two of them were sitting at their desks, and on the table were the four treasures of the study, as well as the previously unfinished lesson plans.

Feng You dipped his pen in ink, gave Meng a look of self-exploration, and continued to write the lesson plan intently.

Meng Liao how to get out of the wind and go to the room, she herself is not very clear, only know that the wind is very strong, she feels very messy, is this a loneliness?

Feeling that she needed some space to think, she walked back to her room, threw herself on the bed, hugged the doll on the bed and began to speak.

"I feel like I know every word he says, and I don't know what I mean when I get together, meow, right?"

Turning over, he lifted the doll and continued, "Although what he said makes sense, I'm not here to listen to him!"

"Just tell me, 'It's complicated and hard, I'll help you do it'?

Meng pounded his legs twice in the air, hugged the doll and turned over 180 degrees, and the whole person lay on the bed.

"Alas, relying on heaven and earth, you still have to rely on yourself, let me use the little brain of the school bully!"

She thought about it for a while, and felt that what Feng You said was similar to what he said when he taught him to draw talismans before, it was simply a change of soup without a change of medicine, and a new wine in an old bottle.

"Feel this piece of paper with your heart, and use your Meng Po power to present the words and symbols in your mind on this paper. ”

Is the subject-verb-object, definite complement, and tone and intonation all exactly the same?

Meng Liao will not think that Feng You is making it up, then there is only one truth: it doesn't matter which realm, which race, which power, which use...... It's all a routine.

Figuring this out, she was even more blind.

I think that she drew a talisman under the teaching of Feng Youxiang, but to this day, she has not drawn a useful talisman.

Now it's better to let her paint in the room, and only six and a half days......

How to draw, how to do it, how to get it? Meng is just thinking about dog leash at the moment.

At this time, the mobile phone under her began to vibrate, and she touched it for a while, and finally touched it before hanging up.

It was Meng Wanqiu's call again, at this time she really didn't want to answer this cheap sister's call, worried that there would be some big holes, and she needed to go by herself.

After thinking about it, I still answered it, Meng slid it, and before he put the phone next to his ear, he heard Meng Wanqiu's voice from inside.

"Hey, old girl, are you busy? Sister is calling to ask, do you have a clue about the task?"