After being dressed as cannon fodder, I became the favorite of the variety show group

season finale.

Tomorrow is the day to go to Nepal. An Rao spent half a day packing his luggage. He only brought a few single clothes. There is almost no winter there, and he can't wear thick clothes. In addition, he also brought some insect repellent spray and small bottles. , to prevent not being allowed to pass the security check.

After packing up his things and going downstairs, Chu Guannan was sitting in the living room watching TV, when he heard the sound, he turned his head and looked: "Is everything packed?"

"Packed up."

"Go and pay attention to safety, it's a mess over there now."

Nepal is a relatively backward country. The 15-year earthquake destroyed nearly 80% of the ancient buildings, causing numerous casualties. The initial estimate is that the loss is at least 70 billion US dollars. As of last year, Nepal is still undergoing post-earthquake reconstruction. Not fast, it took six or seven years to see results.

An Rao probably understood what Chu Guannan meant by "chaos".

The economic downturn has deepened the resentment of the masses, and the huge gap between the rich and the poor has given rise to many social problems. In addition, it is a country with multiple religions and beliefs, and internal conflicts are even more rampant.

Chu Guannan was definitely worried about letting An Rao go to such a place with a little girl who had just entered society.

But whenever he mentions that he wants to go with him, An Rao will definitely get angry.

So don't touch him.

An Rao was afraid that he would miss the plane the next day, so he washed up early and went to bed.

But the more I reminded myself that I should go to bed early, the more I couldn't fall asleep, and I tossed and turned on the bed to make big cakes.

"What's the matter, can't sleep?" Chu Guannan stopped typing and looked towards the bed, "Is my desk lamp too bright?"

An Rao shook his head: "Excited."

Chu Guannan shook his head, pulled away the chair and got on the bed, and pulled him into his arms: "It's twelve o'clock, don't sleep if you don't wake up tomorrow, be careful not to miss the flight."

His body exuded a faint bath frankincense, a nice pine scent, An Rao gradually felt sleepy after smelling it.

"Husband..." He murmured softly, as if unconsciously.

"Huh?" Chu Guannan leaned closer and saw that he had closed his eyes, wondering if it was a dream.

"I can't see you for a week, what if I miss you..."

"Boom!" Chu Guannan heard his heart beating violently.

"Then tell me, what should I do?" He asked softly.

The sound of steady breathing came.

Chu Guannan waited for a long time but did not get An Rao's response.

Appears to be asleep.

He kept his body still as much as possible, stretched out his hand to touch the phone from the table, opened Tourmall, and searched for the Jincheng-Nepal air ticket.

But the flight that An Rao took had no tickets, and the latest flight was two hours later.

This will definitely be missed.

Just when he was going to ask Longjing Ancha to check if there was a faster ferry there, he refreshed the page. Unexpectedly, there was an extra first-class seat on Anrao's flight.

Sure enough, when you want to follow your wife, the whole world will give way for you.

He quickly booked the ticket, and sent a text message to Long Jingan asking him to come tomorrow and take the kitten home to take care of it for a few days.

After preparing everything, Chu Guannan lay down, brushed off the broken hair on An Rao's forehead, and kissed his eyes: "Happy honeymoon trip."

The plane at nine o'clock, An Rao woke up before six o'clock.

He quickly got up to wash up, and shook Chu Guannan awake: "Honey, it's seven o'clock, and I'm leaving."

He wanted Chu Guannan to give him a ride.

Chu Guannan slowly opened his eyes, took out his phone from under the pillow, and said in a low voice, "It's only 06:30..."

"You didn't make an announcement today, so can you..." An Rao climbed onto the bed and squeezed beside him, forcing him to the other side of the bed, "Give me a ride."

Chu Guannan sat up and tousled his slightly messy hair a little: "I have an impromptu interview today, I go out early, so I may not be able to see you off."

He had to go to the airport earlier than An Rao, so as not to arouse his suspicion.

An Rao said "ah" inexplicably, and the smile on his face faded a little: "It's okay, then you can be busy."

After finishing speaking, he turned over and got out of bed, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for himself.

Looking at his back covered in haze, Chu Guannan couldn't help laughing, and quietly covered his lips with his fingers so as not to look so flamboyant.

If you want to go by yourself, just say no.

After washing up and going downstairs, Chu Guannan saw An Rao sitting at the dining table eating breakfast alone.

On the huge dining table, there are only bowls and plates in front of him, and breakfast for one person.

It seems that the stingy man is getting angry again, and he doesn't even prepare breakfast for his beloved partner.

Chu Guannan pulled out a chair and sat down beside him, put his hand on the back of his chair, and asked curiously, "Where's my breakfast?"

An Rao didn't even look at him: "There are ingredients in the kitchen, cook it yourself."

He was angry not because Chu Guannan didn't go see him off, but because he pretended to be asleep last night and hinted that Chu Guannan would miss him and asked him to go with him, even if it was secretly.

But Chu Guannan had no such idea at all.

This elm head!

Chu Guannan seemed to be doing it on purpose, and after saying "Okay", he got up and went to the kitchen to get some bread, heated it in the toaster, took it out and ate it in a few bites, then went upstairs to put on his coat, and looked at the bread that was still at the dining table An Rao, who was gloomy before, said with a smile: "Then I'm going out, Rao, see you in a week."

"Boom!" The door closed, and the world suddenly fell silent.

An Rao took a deep breath, and couldn't eat the remaining bites of bread, so he called out "Nan Nan".

When the little fat ball heard the excrement shoveler call it, it enthusiastically greeted it with its big tail, jumped onto An Rao's thigh nimbly, and stretched out its small paws to reach the remaining half of the bread in An Rao's hand.

An Rao tore a small piece of bread and brought it to its mouth. The little fat ball bit it carefully, so please take a few bites and swallow it.

He remembered the scene when he met Nan Nan for the first time. At that time, Chu Guannan was so concerned about him, fearing that he would be bored, he specially brought the kitten back to accompany him to amuse him, but it turned out to be extremely perfunctory in just a few days!

Make people angry.

Simply start a new round-the-world route after returning from Nepal, no matter what Chuguan is in the south or north, enjoy the loneliness at home.

At 07:30, An Rao put on the suitcase, held the kitten reluctantly and talked for a while.

He put the little one on the ground and opened the door.

Xiao Nannan saw that the excrement shoveler was about to leave, so he immediately went out, but was pushed back by An Rao's ruthless iron hands. When the door was closed, it meowed anxiously behind the door.

Seeing this situation, An Rao felt a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat.

Even cats can't bear to part with themselves, Chu Guannan, you don't care.

When we arrived at the airport, Wen Yu had already arrived first.

The girl looks blushing, and she is very much looking forward to this trip to Nepal.

After going through the security check and half an hour before boarding the plane, An Rao chatted with Wen Yu while holding his backpack.

He felt that the seat behind him seemed to be sinking, and reflexively glanced back.

A man in a black coat and black baseball cap sat down behind him.

An Rao didn't pay much attention to it, looking back, now he is only filled with resentment towards Chu Guannan.

"I thought Teacher Chu would come to see you off." Wen Yu said again with a lack of vision.

"That man..." An Rao shook his head chillingly, "Last night I pretended to be asleep and talked in my sleep to remind him that I wanted him to accompany me, but his brainwaves directly blocked those words."

The man in black behind smiled slightly, covering his lips with his fingers to hide his smile.

Wen Yu snickered: "It's unlikely with Mr. Chu's character, maybe he wants to surprise you secretly."

An Rao rolled his eyes: "He is already sitting under the camera of CCTV's interview. He said that he will not work in the future and only travel with me. I am naive and believe his nonsense."

Wen Yu smiled and shook his head, quietly glanced at the man in black behind An Rao.

An Rao glanced at his watch, there was still 10 minutes to board the plane, he thought it was too late to download the video, so he just downloaded a novel to pass the time on the road.

After downloading a novel reading software that is full of advertisements, I clicked on the homepage, and a line of recommendations came into view:

[The full text of "The Second Coming to the Altar" is over, click to enter to view more exciting plots! 】

An Rao was stunned.

I couldn't find it on the Internet before, so why did I suddenly find this novel.

He looked at Wen Yu: "Try this software next time."

Wen Yu typed in the name of the reading software word by word, and went around the Internet a few times, but was prompted that the app could not be found.

"Hey, it's strange. Could it be that the Android system blocked this software?" Wen Yu muttered, and searched again, but still nothing.

An Rao didn't think too much about it, he just assumed that the app was not on the Android store.

He spent ten yuan to download the full text, probably reading it again this time would be in a different mood.

The flight boarding reminder sounded in the terminal hall.

An Rao called Shang Wenyu to drag the luggage into the ticket gate.

When the ticket inspectors saw An Rao's ID card, they were slightly surprised, but it's not unusual for them to come into contact with many celebrities in this kind of work.

When An Rao dragged his suitcase into the aisle, the man in black behind him handed over his ID.

The staff first looked at his ticket, and casually reminded him, "Sir, you can board the plane in advance next time in the first class", but when they saw his ID, they suddenly opened their mouths in shock.

The man in black lowered the brim of his hat, lowered his head and followed An Rao into the boarding aisle.

After finding the location, An Rao helped Wen Yu carry the luggage to the luggage compartment, closed it, and sat down.

Before the plane took off, An Rao turned on the airplane mode on his phone and opened "The Altar of Advent".

There is a description of Shen Yi's personal solo. Before he entered the circle, he was an ordinary middle school teacher. Occasionally, he met Lin Jingxi who came to the school to participate in a variety show shooting. It was love at first sight, so he quit his job as a teacher and spent a lot of money to get into the average The company of trainees, aged seventeen or eighteen, only wanted to get along with Lin Jingxi more closely.

The more you look at it, the more weird it becomes.

If Shen Yi represented the original author, Mr. Shen, in the article, wouldn't he have a crush on the protagonist Lin Jingxi, his younger brother...

Sure enough, there are some things that cannot be thought about carefully.

With this kind of mood, watching some subsequent emotional scenes made him uncomfortable.

And judging from some narration plots, the original author is a proud person, born in a scholarly family, free to read poetry and books, to put it bluntly, a little ignorant of the sufferings of the world, and always criticize some social phenomena with a superior attitude.

For example, in the part of Sun Wei's teaching, he wrote left-behind children as lazy and undisciplined social scum, and said that there is a reason for poverty, and these people are not worthy of sympathy.

He is a typical kind of person who magnifies his own efforts and blames others for not working hard because of the success of environmental gifts.

As a result, by mistake, he transmigrated into a character who was so cannon fodder that he could no longer be cannon fodder, and he didn't have that IQ to change his fate.

So it is reasonable for him to choose suicide in the end. How could such a proud person be willing to go to jail.

However, when describing the protagonist group's wits fighting against the villains of Chu Guannan University later, he felt refreshed.

Chu Guannan's elm head should be treated well.

Knowing that he had boarded the plane, he didn't even send a greeting text message.

It takes about five hours to fly directly from Jincheng to Nepal. After reading the novel for a while, An Rao felt that the rest of the novel was really boring, so he put on headphones and blindfolded and fell into a deep sleep.

He was later woken up by a flight attendant to fill out an immigration card and customs declaration form.

After flying for more than five hours, the plane successfully arrived in Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal.

Once out of the station, the heat wave hit instantly.

They have to go to the hotel booked in advance to put their luggage.

The airport entrance in Kathmandu is the same as the domestic railway station entrance. As soon as you go out, many dark-skinned people hold up signs and ask the landing tourists if they want to stay.

An Rao was still wearing a thick down jacket, which couldn't be worn in the nearly [-]-degree temperature.

He took off his coat casually and only wore the sweater that Chu Guannan knitted for him, but it was still very hot.

There is a two-hour time difference between Nepal and China. It is now noon in Nepal, the sun is hovering above the head, and An Rao's fair face is slightly flushed from the sun.

It was the same for Wen Yu, sweat beads were like waterfalls, but maybe she couldn't stand the curious eyes of the men around her, so she finally chose to wrap her coat tightly.

After waiting for a long time, they finally found an empty taxi. An Rao casually took out his wallet from his coat pocket, hugged the driver for his destination, and was about to get in the taxi.

But wait.

Where's the wallet?

An Rao searched through all the pockets on his body, but couldn't find the wallet.

No way, I checked it again in the terminal hall just now to make sure it was still there, so I wouldn't make such a joke on him, right? The landing gift bag?

The driver waited impatiently and asked him loudly if he wanted to leave.

An Rao rummaged through his pockets again, and looked around on the ground again, still nothing.

It's a trivial matter to lose the money, but his documents and passports are all inside!

Seeing this, Wen Yu apologized to the driver in plastic English and asked him to go first, then lowered his body and followed to find his wallet.

If all the documents are lost, wouldn't he have to stay in Nepal for a long time?Wouldn't it be infinitely postponed if I didn't see Chu Guannan for only one week?

An Rao simply squatted down and searched inch by inch, passing all kinds of shoes in his eyes.

He was still wearing a sweater on a hot day, and now the sweat was beading, clinging to his eyelashes.

If Chu Guannan was around, with his daddy's talkative personality, he would definitely not let himself lose his wallet.

Oh, miss him.

At this time, a pair of black leather shoes appeared in sight, and the shine reflected his distressed expression.

An Rao raised his head, his heart skipped a beat.

Why is this person so familiar?

Then, thin white fingers held a familiar wallet and handed it to him.

An Rao looked at the wallet, then at the tall man against the light.

"Old, husband?" The voice trembled.

He stood up abruptly and pulled off the mask on the man's face.

Not knowing whether it was tears or sweat in the corner of his eyes, An Rao hugged the man: "Why are you here?"

The tone is reproachful, and the mood is ecstasy.

Chu Guannan hugged his waist, buried his face in his neck and gently kissed his sweaty neck: "You don't even know that you lost your wallet, if I don't come, wouldn't you throw me here too?"

"I thought I was really lost, and I was afraid what would happen if I stayed here for a long time and didn't see you."

Hearing these words, Chu Guannan's heart was warm, hotter than the 30-degree sun above his head.

He lightly patted An Rao's back: "Didn't I come here? How could it be possible for you two idiots to come to such an unfamiliar city."

He let go of An Rao, and stroked the corners of his reddened eyes with his fingers: "You are like this, how can I rest assured that you are traveling around the world alone."

An Rao felt guilty.

Just now on the plane, I secretly applauded the plot of defeating the villain Chu Guannan in the novel, now:

I am SB;

Chu Guannan seemed to have taken care of everything before coming here. He rented a car and booked a hotel in advance. The three of them barely waited for the car rental company to drive over.

Following the navigation, they found the hotel. As soon as they got off the bus, a middle-aged man in ragged clothes came over holding a sign and asked them if they wanted to stay in a cheaper hotel.

They openly poached the wall at the entrance of the hotel, but the hotel did not take any action.

However, in a country with a poor economy like Nepal, tolerating their colleagues to run amok on their own territory may be because they understand that it is not easy for them to support their families. Perhaps this is the tenderness that belongs to their small country alone.

But for safety reasons, An Rao and the others still stayed in the hotel.

After two o'clock in the afternoon, the weather was not so hot. The three of them ate something casually at the hotel and went out with their cameras on their backs.

Canada is a very magical city, where tradition and modernity are intertwined. There are many high-end hotels and commercial streets in the urban area, but within a few steps, there are red-walled temples mixed in.

A circular line divides the city into two, and the outer layer of the commercial center is a slum full of monkeys and car exhaust.

Because the country is bordered by India on three sides and Tibet on one side, the Buddhist culture is a bit heavy, and temples of all sizes occupy Frick Street.

An Rao couldn't hold back his hands and frantically pressed the shutter. In the camera, a woman in a sari smiled friendlyly at the camera. The background was an old red wall. Every photo seemed to be a documentary with a strong medieval color.

This country seems to be isolated from the world, full of Indian aromatherapy that can soothe the soul, and the children shake the prayer wheel with a pure smile and greet the tourists warmly, which makes the tourists smile unconsciously.

The surrounding hawkers are also too quiet and will not take the initiative to attract customers, as if they know their destiny, and every frame of the scene is shocking enough.

Seeing that An Rao's hair was soaked in sweat but still enjoying it, Chu Guannan took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and asked, "Are you happy?"

An Rao nodded.

Happy to fly.

Going forward, there is a thick, thousand-year-old tree at the corner of the street. Red cloth strips are hung all over the branches and fluttering in the wind. A sign below is printed with an introduction in Chinese, Indian and English.

Legend has it that this tree was planted by Manjusri Bodhisattva when he was crossing to the west. It represents love and peace. Lovers only need to write each other's name on the cloth and throw it on the tree to obtain happiness. The higher the throw, the deeper the relationship.

An Rao took a red cloth strip and a pen from the side, wrote Chu Guannan's name stroke by stroke on it, and handed it to him: "You can write my name, don't write it around."

Chu Guannan's writing hand paused, and he raised his head: "If you don't talk too much about this sentence, I won't make a mistake."

He just listened to what An Rao said and was absent-minded, so he really wrote "wrap around".

"Are you an idiot? This can also be written wrong." An Rao was a little unhappy.

Although he is a staunch atheist, he is quite taboo about such things.

Chu Guannan crossed out the wrong word, drew a small heart, and added the word "forgiveness" underneath: "But I firmly believe that it depends on human effort."

After finishing speaking, he tied a small bell on the cloth and threw it up with all his strength.

The strip of cloth fell steadily on the highest branch, and because of inertia, it made a circle and was tightly tied to the branch.

An Rao for a second: Are you an idiot?

Next second: Husband is awesome!Unicorn arm!

Next to the millennium tree, there are handmade bracelets sold, and the red rope colored beads have a strong Buddhist color.

An Rao bought three strings, one for himself and Chu Guannan as a couple, and one for Wen Yu with a lucky bead on it.

Chu Guannan unfolded the map, looked at the surrounding landmarks, and suddenly said, "This neighborhood seems to be the hometown of the living goddess of Nepal."

An Rao said "ah", and hurriedly looked over.

Chu Guannan seemed to be able to hear his inner voice.

He had wanted to see the legendary goddess Kumari for a long time, and he heard that the temple was destroyed by the earthquake and the repair work had not been completed. The goddess, who was rarely seen by ordinary people, could only temporarily go home to live.

Goddess Kumari is a special culture that has been handed down from the ancient Mara Dynasty to the present. It is said that she is the human incarnation of Goddess Durga, who blesses the power and prosperity of Hinduism. A four- to seven-year-old girl with no birthmarks on her body and never been sick spends the night in a small black room with a bloody cow's head. If the girl does not show any fear and is very calm, it proves that she is a Kumari.

Moreover, during the reign of the goddess, her feet cannot touch the ground, and she must be carried and moved by others.You can't smile at people, otherwise the person will die in six months, and the next goddess will not be replaced until the girl's menarche.

But it seems that with the development of the times, the goddess who has always been worshiped only in temples has become a characteristic tourist culture of Nepal. Many tourists who have returned from Nepal have said that they have seen Kumari with their own eyes.

Therefore, An Rao also wanted to have a glimpse of the style.

The alleys in Nepal are miscellaneous without any pointing signs. After inquiring all the way, a few people found the legendary hometown of the goddess Kumari.

Looking from a distance, there is only one two-story ancient building in the middle of the low houses, and a huge photo of the goddess hangs at the door.

The photo is old and pale yellow. The little girl in the photo looks no more than five or six years old. She wears a cap with cumbersome accessories, dark and strong eye shadow, and is dressed in a red robe. She is expressionless and indifferent. Among the clusters of flowers, it looks very cute.

As soon as An Rao and the others approached, they saw a group of people standing at the door.

Looking at this familiar skin color, it seems that they are still compatriots?

One of them held up the camera and took a picture of the man in the middle, who was introducing something to the camera.

An Rao listened carefully, they were speaking Chinese, yes.

It seems that he is also a travel blogger.

An Rao walked around to them, trying not to disturb them, and glanced casually.

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this face!

No, it's his favorite!

Adventure Ho Superman!

An Rao's heart suddenly jumped into the air.

But he was afraid of disturbing the other party's shooting, so he just hid in the blind spot of the camera, with an excited smile unconsciously on the corner of his mouth.

I am so lucky to meet my idol here, should I say it is fate or fate.

Seeing that he was not leaving, Chu Guannan asked, "What's the matter?"

"He Superman!" An Rao whispered.

He Superman?

Very familiar name.

Isn't this the one who often appears in An Rao's dreams?

Chu Guannan seemed to smell the vinegar smell emanating from his heart.

"OK, Ka." With the team director on the side shouting to stop, He Chaoren let out a long sigh of relief after finishing his lines.

"Excuse me, is it Superman He?" An Rao approached them and asked cautiously.

A few people just listened to the voice, thinking in their hearts, "It's so annoying, I met fans again", but when they turned around, they were stunned.

After being dazed for a long time, a girl exclaimed: "You are An Rao?!"

"Wow! Brother Nan is here too! What a coincidence!"

This has completely turned into a large-scale confession scene.

"He Chaoren, I like you so much, I watch every documentary of yours!" An Rao was like a little fan, shaking He Chaoren's hand.

Chu Guannan took back his hand with a cold face and clenched it in his palm.

He Chaoren said "haha" twice: "Thank you for liking, it is really fate to meet here, how about shooting together, fans will definitely like this kind of benefits."

Of course An Rao readily agreed.

I once thought that I would be satisfied if I could be an assistant for He Chaoren to hold an umbrella and deliver water, but I didn't expect that he would take the initiative to invite him to shoot.

Little dreams come true just like that.

Sure enough, if you never forget, there will be echoes.

However, what is the matter with this strong sour smell in the air? Someone's vinegar jar has been overturned.

An Rao turned his head and met Shang Chu Guannan's displeased eyes.

Oh, it turned out to be the vinegar jar of Mrs. Chu's anxiety disorder Vinegar Jing Guannan.

Not everyone can see the goddess Kumari. Of course, super cheeky He Chaoren, who is omnipotent and omnipotent, has to come forward to lobby.

Using his three-inch tongue, the Goddess's father was almost dizzy, and he finally agreed to the team to go in and shoot.

Everyone is a little nervous.

After all, she is a goddess that is rarely seen by ordinary people.

Entering the first floor, there is a hut similar to an entrance. The room is dark and dirty, with sundries piled up on both sides, and there is also a dilapidated children's bicycle that has faded in color.

"Now we are going to visit the legendary goddess Kumari on the second floor, and I feel a little nervous." He Chaoren faced the camera, glanced at him, and signaled the camera to focus on An Rao and them.

"Are you nervous?"

An Rao: "Okay?"

Several people went up to the second floor, and the goddess' father asked them to take off their shoes.

For a while, I don't know who's sweaty feet, the smell is as sour and refreshing as the old altar pickled cabbage fermentation factory.

Several people could smell it, but they didn't say anything, they could only hold their breath as much as possible.

The second floor is also dark, the old wooden floor is covered with a dirty-looking carpet, there is very little furniture, only a throne by the west wall, and there are pictures of goddesses hanging on the wall, most of them are yellowed, Probably because of the humid climate in Nepal.

But among a bunch of photos that look so sacred and dignified that they look like ID photos, there are a few colored pencil drawings of Doraemon mixed in. The paintings are not very good, but they are very carefully drawn, and they are obviously drawn by children.

An Rao looked at these paintings and suddenly laughed.

He also likes Doraemon very much, the fat blue man who can fulfill other people's wishes.

While he was in a daze, footsteps sounded in the corridor, and the camera immediately turned to the door.

The father just now slowly appeared at the door with a six or seven-year-old girl in his arms.

The little girl was dressed in a red robe, with gold ornaments all over her body, black eyeshadow painted all the way to her ears, a little cinnabar between her brows, and a chubby little face under her delicately combed hair, with an indifference and maturity that did not match her age.

"Is this the goddess Kumari?" He Chaoren asked in English.

The father nodded, holding the little girl in his arms and placing her on the throne.

Although He Chaoren does not believe in gods and Buddhas, he still bowed to the goddess out of politeness.

He knelt beside the little girl, and the little girl skillfully dipped the holy water in the basin and put it on He Chaoren's forehead.

He Chaoren babbled on a bunch of blessings to help the people of the country.

He asked the little girl, how old are you this year.

The little girl looked at him coldly without saying a word.

"She usually can't talk to outsiders." Father explained on the side.

Her feet can't touch the ground, she can't talk to people, she can't show any expressions, and she has to be fed by others. Thinking about it this way, the little girl is quite pitiful.

Does she want to be a goddess? Maybe she wants to be one of the children playing happily downstairs.

Hearing the movement of the child downstairs, the little girl's eyes quietly drifted to the window.

"Then what does she usually do, painting? Watching TV?" He Chaoren asked.

Father shook his head: "I can't do anything, I can only sit like this."

He pointed to Doraemon on the wall: "She drew this before she became a goddess, and she hasn't drawn it since."

"What about going to school?"

"In the past, the goddess could not study, but now she can, but I am afraid that it will be difficult for her to get along with her classmates in the future." The father sighed, as if regretting his daughter's fate.

If possible, who would want their daughter to become a goddess who lives like a log every day.

Upon hearing this, everyone felt sympathy.

An Rao stayed in this old sauerkraut smell for a long time, almost suffocating, he finally couldn't help taking a breath, the complex smell rushed straight to the top of his head, and he couldn't help coughing twice.

This sound attracted the little girl's attention.

She quietly looked at An Rao, watching, watching, for a long time——

"Pfft!" She suddenly laughed shyly, turned her head to look at her father, and stretched out her little hand.

The father hurriedly picked up his daughter, and the daughter hid in his arms, suppressed a smile, glanced at An Rao quietly, and smiled again.

It seemed that she understood the reason for An Rao's two coughs just now.

Then, she also "coughed" twice, as if to help An Rao resolve the embarrassment.

An Rao: Ah, it's over, Kumari smiled at him...

But the way she smiles is really no different from that of an ordinary little girl, shy and innocent.

An Rao also laughed, from the heart.

All of a sudden, the laughter seemed to be contagious, and both of them laughed along.

After sitting for a long time, seeing that it was getting dark, several people got up to leave.

When I went out, I saw the red glow reflected in the old and quiet alleys, and the lifeless stone brick buildings reflected a gentle red.

This is a scene that An Rao likes very much.

All the hustle and bustle of the world that the heart has experienced is redeemed in this moment.

"The goddess smiled at us just now, we won't really die within six months." The cameraman half-jokingly half-worried.

"Shut your crow's mouth, please."

An Rao looked back at the dark window.

A cute and innocent little face appeared at the window being held by the father.

She waved to An Rao.

An Rao also waved at her.

No matter how sacred the title behind it, in essence, she is just an ordinary little girl.

She likes to ride a bicycle and play with children, watching Doraemon draw her favorite blue fat man.

"Hey, it happens that Teacher An and Teacher Chu are both here, let's take a group photo together." The cameraman suggested.

Everyone agreed and said they would print out the group photo and frame it and hang it by the bedside.

The camera was set up to turn on the time-lapse shooting mode, and several people stood in order.

An Rao glanced at Chu Guannan, and it happened that he was also looking at himself.

Hongxia softened his originally cold and hard facial contours, and the bottom of his eyes was her own looking back with the same tenderness.

The camera flashes.

"Crack".

In the photo, the corners of everyone's mouths have different curvatures, and at the window behind them, there are old-fashioned scissors hands comparing the little goddess and her father.

And the clasped hands of An Rao and Chu Guannan.

The ten fingers are clasped tightly, and the two rings are tightly nestled together.

In this era where everyone hopes to become a god, in fact, being an ordinary person and spending the rest of your life hand in hand with the one you love is the happiest thing.

The author says:

It's over!There are a few extra chapters.

Regarding the ending, I actually thought about it for a long time, and I also thought a lot. I always wanted to write an ending that would shake the world and weep ghosts and gods. It is very difficult to live a happy life without being too rich, so I changed the idea of ​​"giving the cubs a little more suffering" and wrote a happy ending safely.

In fact, every time I finish it, I feel a sense of loss. This article has been written since the first day of the Lunar New Year, and I have been writing it for five months without knowing it. I can't bear it.

In fact, looking back, there are still many deficiencies in the design of logical people. I will try to correct these deficiencies in the next book, and write more delicious works for everyone.

Finally, I would like to introduce two new friends to you!

Pre-received article: "The beauty of the fishing style became popular after wearing disabled cannon fodder". It is estimated that the article will be published in one and a half months if it is fast, and it will be published in about two months if it is slow. I hope everyone will continue to support it!

Thank you for your company all the way, and all the comments at the end of the chapter will give out red envelopes!

Pre-received article: "The beauties of the fishing style became popular after being dressed as disabled cannon fodder"

Copywriter:

With over [-] million fans, Bai Su, a top-notch trafficker who became popular upon debut, accidentally slipped into a cool article in the entertainment industry, and became a tragic cannon fodder that no one paid attention to.

The original owner of the cannon fodder was arrogant and domineering, with enemies all over the place. In the end, he was hired by his enemies to drive N meters into the air, and his legs were disabled. He could only roll out of the entertainment industry in a wheelchair with tears in his eyes.

Bai Su: Thank you for the invitation, I just want to go back after finishing the plot.

When passing through, the person was standing in the middle of the road, and the familiar killer vehicle in the original text was also rushing towards him.

It seems that the distance is a little bit worse?I just want to go through the plot and do nothing. There is no Sumaliu lying down.

He bribed the relevant personnel with his banknote ability, and finally sat in a wheelchair with satisfaction.

The family wanted to get rid of Bai Su's big trouble as soon as possible, so they randomly found a few nurses to choose for him. Using money as a test, Bai Su finally left a man with the most handsome appearance.

Men don't know how to treat the injured with warmth like spring.

Bai Su asked him to help him go to the bathroom, and the man was picked up directly, like he was holding a child to pee;

Picky eaters in Bai Su, the man chewed up the food and pretended to feed him mouth to mouth;

Bai Su suffered from insomnia, the man stood by the bed, told stories and sang lullabies, Bai Su thought he was childish, so the man untied his belt:

"Do some strenuous exercise? You can fall asleep when you're tired."

Bai Su quietly hid the phone under the pillow, biting his lower lip forbearance, the end of his eyes flushed:

"Don't be too violent, I'm afraid of pain..."

A hot search on the phone screen hidden under the pillow:

#XX chaebol crown prince officially took over all shares today#

In the news photo, it was the face of the man in front of him.

Although it is necessary to complete the plot as soon as possible, it is difficult to have no money.

One day, Bai Su was invited to participate in a talk show. The anti-fan boss host was concerned on the surface, but in fact, he wanted to humiliate him.

Just as he was about to fight back, he caught a glimpse of the man standing at the door from the corner of his eye, and changed the subject, pretending to be pitiful.

Sure enough, the man pushed open the door vigorously after hearing this, and was hugged and coaxed into the car by someone.

Everyone present was trembling with fright: No one told me that Bai Su's benefactor is this one!

But when Bai Su saw the man's license plate number, he asked the question of the century:

Isn't this the one that hit me?

After being disabled, Bai Su accidentally became popular because of the following reasons:

A passer-by came across him on the street, sitting in a wheelchair and sucking milk tea, and found that the store was short of money, and angrily slid the wheelchair to settle accounts.

The movements are clumsy and grounded.

#白宿拾车chair, pitiful as if acting like a spoiled child to me#

The manager discovered a way to make money, and wanted to drain Bai Su's last value, letting him live broadcast at home in a wheelchair.

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