Xiang Kun suddenly sat up straight in his high-speed train seat, startling the two passengers next to him, who looked at him with suspicion.
Xiang Kun, realizing what was happening, nodded and smiled apologetically at the two of them. Without explaining anything, he leaned back in his chair, took off his glasses, and squinted, looking like he was dozing off. But in reality, he was intently appreciating the eight-armed, eight-eyed wooden carving he had created.
Xiang Kun remembers clearly that when he was making that wood carving, he did not experience the sudden white light that comes with "extrasensory association," and his current perception of the wood carving is different from that of other objects with which he has established "extrasensory association."
Having established a "super-sensory connection" with an item, Xiang Kun can clearly perceive its direction, and even if the location is a place he is familiar with, he can directly and accurately pinpoint its exact location.
However, this positioning is limited to the object itself, and the perception is very "illusory." There is no direct "perception" of the environment in which the object is located.
Right now, Xiang Kun can't actually sense the exact location of the Eight-Armed Eight-Eyed Wooden Carving, nor can he sense the direction. If he tries to find the carving by following his senses, he won't be able to.
But he vaguely realized that he seemed to be "looking" at the wood carving from a third-person perspective. This "looking" seemed to be a conscious "looking" rather than a visual or other sensory experience.
He also sensed an emotion that didn't seem to belong to him; it was inexplicable and difficult to describe.
This feeling is so strange. The connection is clearly established through the wood carving, but the sensation I get is from a completely different perspective.
That sensation gradually faded and then disappeared.
Xiang Kun paused for a moment, opened his eyes, frowned as he looked at the scenery rushing past the window, and began to ponder what kind of bizarre and strange connection he had established with the carved wooden sculpture.
Without a doubt, the process of establishing a connection should occur during the carving process.
The complete connection was definitely established on the 23rd, a few days after the wood carving was completed, after the blood-drinking was finished, and after waking up on the 24th.
He just didn't think about it that way at the time, and he didn't try to sense the wood carving.
From this perspective, the way they establish contact is quite similar to "Super-Sensory Link."
But what exactly is this sensor used for?
Could that inexplicable emotion, seemingly not belonging to oneself, belong to the person currently handling that wooden carving?
Did that wood carving become a signal receiver for emotions?
Xiang Kun arrived in Citong City at 4 p. m.
Although he had told his parents a few days ago that he was going home, he didn't specify the date or time, as he wanted to surprise them.
I took a taxi after leaving the station and went straight to my residential area.
Their residential complex has been built for many years; the buildings are quite old, almost 20 years old, and are mostly six to seven stories high without elevators.
When I bought that 150-square-meter, four-bedroom, two-living-room apartment from my father, I not only spent all my savings, but also borrowed a lot from friends.
Of course, if you calculate based on current housing prices, then it's still a huge profit, making it their most successful "investment."
Standing in front of his own door at No. 8, Unit 502, Xiang Kun felt a mix of emotions.
Although he comes back almost every year for the Spring Festival, this year, the few months have felt like years to him. He has experienced so much, especially psychologically.
Xiang Kun stood there for a while, suppressing his emotions, took a deep breath, rang the doorbell, and prepared to greet his mother's surprised expression.
A moment later, Mom opened the wooden door and looked at him with surprise through the stainless steel security door. "Who are you looking for?"
Xiang Kun was stunned. The smile that was about to bloom on his face froze on his face. Then he suddenly remembered that he had changed a lot. Moreover, he had taken off his glasses in the car earlier and they were now stuffed in his pocket.
For some reason, a sentence popped into his head. "So photoshopped that even your own mother wouldn't recognize you."
I've really become someone I don't even recognize my own mother anymore...
Xiang Kun had no choice but to take his glasses out of his pocket and put them on, then grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "Mom, I'm back!"
Mom Xiang instinctively wanted to retort, "Who's your mother?!", but the familiar voice made her pause. She then stared intently at the bald man outside for a moment, before exclaiming in surprise, "Kun? You..."
Mom Xiang finally opened the outer security door, and together with Dad Xiang, who had come upon hearing the noise, they looked at their son with surprise and suspicion.
Xiang Kun walked into his house somewhat awkwardly, and while changing his shoes, he said to his mother, "Mom, I just got a new 'hairstyle,' there's no need to be so surprised."
"Hairstyle?" His Mom Xiang suddenly stepped forward and slapped his bald head, angrily saying, "Who gave you permission to change your hairstyle? Wait, where's the hair? Where's the style? With this bald head, how are you going to go on blind dates? How are you going to find a girlfriend? Have you gone crazy from working so much?! Huh? If you're too lazy to style it, at least cut it shorter! Why did you go bald? People who don't know better will think my son went to become a monk or just got released from jail..."
Xiang Kun was speechless, unsure how to respond. He then awkwardly greeted his father, "Dad, I bought you some wine."
Dad took the two bottles of liquor that Xiang Kun had bought in advance, patted his arm, and nodded. "Hmm, not bad, you've gotten stronger, very good. Health is the foundation of everything, it's good to look more energetic now."
His Mom Xiang patted him on the shoulder. "I'm talking to you, did you hear me? No more shaving your hair, grow it back soon! By the way, why weren't you wearing your glasses just now?"
Xiang Kun casually made up a story. "I had laser eye surgery with a friend before, and it fixed my nearsightedness. Now I wear non-prescription glasses."
"Surgery? You didn't tell us about the surgery beforehand?" Mom Xiang glared at him.
"It's just a minor surgery. It'll be over by the weekend, all done in a flash. It won't even affect my work," Xiang Kun continued, then craned his neck to look into the kitchen. "So, are you starting to prepare dinner yet?"
"Didn't I tell you to let me know in advance if you were coming back? Why did you sneak back like this? You won't get any food!" Mom Xiang.
Xiang Kun was used to his mother's scolding. After throwing his backpack into his room, he went to the kitchen on his own.
It's only a little past five o'clock, and Mom hasn't started cooking yet. Xiang Kun opens the refrigerator and rummages through the ingredients, preparing to cook dinner himself.
Dad Xiang Mom Xiang in curiously, watching Xiang Kun staring intently at the ingredients, planning the recipe.
"Are you really my son Xiang Kun?" his mother asked suddenly, suspiciously. Her son used to never cook and was too lazy to cook. If she wasn't home, he would rather eat instant noodles or order takeout than cook for himself.
Dad Xiang chimed in, "Prove your identity: how old were you when you last wet the bed?"
Having already roughly figured out the recipe, Xiang Kun silently turned to look at the two elders at the kitchen door, expressing his protest with his eyes.
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