Chapter 61 Chapter 61 King of Rolls Dad 1
In the system space, 9972, who had been sold out, was annoyed. Originally, the props he bought at a high price could allow Zhuozhuo to overdraw his stay time and wake up for three hours, but Zhuozhuo kept talking and breaking the rules, causing him to die in less than a quarter of an hour after waking up.
However, this quarter-hour conversation was far more effective than simply waking up for three hours. 9972 looked at Zhuozhuo, who sat listlessly on the ground, and admitted that she had a bit of talent and luck for completing tasks.
[Don't be sad, baby. Your daddy is doing well later on.]
"Really?" Zhuozhuo didn't believe it. She could feel that Feng Pansheng had lost a lot of weight and didn't look very well.
[real. ]
When 9972 saw the large bonus points just now, he thought there was something wrong with the main system. He was about to claim the points immediately when he received a message from the main system.
It turned out that after Zhuozhuo left, Feng Pansheng believed everything Zhuozhuo said and had no time to indulge in the pain of losing his daughter. His mind was full of the fact that Zhuozhuo, who was so young, had to travel through time and space to complete a mission.
Feng Pansheng was deeply concerned about Zhuozhuo's life in the next world. He wondered what his new father's personality would be like, whether he would be able to raise a child, whether his family had the financial resources to support Zhuozhuo, and whether his family had the power to protect him from bullies. Would Zhuozhuo forget his old father after finding a new one?
Every time he thought of this, Feng Pansheng couldn't sit still. Although he had great faith in Zhuozhuo's character, the relentless pace of time made him panic. Zhuozhuo was too young, just over three years old. As time passed, how many memories of her three-year-old self would she retain as she grew older? Would she still remember that she had a father named Feng Pansheng?
Feng Pansheng recalled everything about Zhuozhuo over and over again, trying to deduce from the slightest clue what Zhuozhuo's mission was and whether he had completed it. Was Zhuozhuo's sudden and inexplicable illness due to a failed mission?
Was Zhuozhuo's mission to stop him from killing Emperor Zhengping? After all, she fell ill after Emperor Zhengping's death, but Feng Pansheng quickly ruled out this possibility. Zhuozhuo's illness lasted too long. In other words, the evacuation time after the mission failed was too long, which was not reasonable.
The burning illness is more like a warning and punishment for unfavorable progress in the mission.
Feng Pansheng listed all the events that happened during that period, big and small, and analyzed and eliminated them one by one.
After eliminating all the impossibilities, the correct answer remained: war with the Xiongnu. However, the Great Zhou fought the Xiongnu almost every year, so there was no reason why they couldn't do so this year. If there was anything special about this year, it was Feng Pansheng's plan for Gu Yuan to defeat the Xiongnu and then directly march thousands of miles to attack Qi.
The spies received news from Qi that if Zhou and Qi went to war, Qi would unite with the surrounding small countries to besiege Zhou, and there would be chaos in the world.
Zhuozhuo's mission is to prevent chaos in the world.
After Feng Pansheng came to this conclusion, he truly believed that his excessive bad deeds would bring retribution upon Zhuozhuo. He wanted to immediately cease the fighting, stop fighting, and just live a peaceful life. But then he remembered that Zhuozhuo had told him to be happy, both before and after she woke up from her coma. She had never stopped him from seeking revenge.
So, after some thought, Feng Pansheng simply gave up the idea of dragging the whole world into the game.
Feng Pansheng coerced and bribed the surrounding small countries not to get involved in the feud between Zhou and Qi. Even after defeating Qi, Feng Pansheng did not do anything to the people and prisoners of war. He only asked Qi to hand over those who had bullied him.
This clear distinction between gratitude and resentment effectively appeased the hearts of the Great Zhou, Qi and the surrounding small countries.
After settling his childhood grudges, Feng Pansheng began to behave like a good emperor, diligently governing his country and caring for his people. He performed a series of good deeds that benefited the country and its people, quickly bringing the Great Zhou Dynasty to unprecedented strength. His achievements were so remarkable that they benefited generations to come, and he was later hailed as the greatest emperor of all time.
Feng Pansheng worried about Zhuozhuo all his life. Combining the memories of those close to him, he personally recorded Zhuozhuo's life for just a few months, with even more detail than an emperor's daily records. In his spare time, Feng Pansheng would paint Zhuozhuo, creating tens of thousands of paintings over forty years.
He also prepared a large amount of gold, silver, and jewelry, daily necessities from childhood to adulthood, property deeds, jewelry, rouge, toys, books, and even a coffin for Zhuozhuo. However, these things were not buried in Zhuozhuo's tomb, but in another place.
Feng Pansheng didn't say why he did this, but everyone knew that he did it with the faint hope that Zhuozhuo could find a new identity that could be used one day.
In short, although this small world deviated from the plot and made the male and female protagonists, who were supposed to achieve great things, become insignificant and live in seclusion in the mountains, the small world is thriving, the world consciousness and the main system are very satisfied, and Zhuozhuo's mission can be considered a success.
However, the mission was completed after Zhuozhuo left. Originally, the main system could have not issued the reward, but after recalculation, it found that even if Zhuozhuo was not forced to leave, when the world was really in chaos, Feng Pansheng would take the initiative to change in order to allow Zhuozhuo to have a peaceful and safe growth environment.
Therefore, this time it was the main system that made the mistake. The main system was very fair and proactively reissued the rewards and provided compensation. It also humanely stated that Zhuozhuo could make appropriate requests.
9972 asked Zhuozhuo, "Baby, is there anything you want? Like, I hope you'll be treated well in the next world, uh..." It looked at the options presented by the main system: stunning beauty, skin as white as cream, exceptional intelligence, lucky koi, immense wealth, and the ability to turn misfortune into good fortune...
It seems that three-year-old Zhuozhuo doesn’t really need it.
As expected, Zhuozhuo listened to 9972's fancy introduction blankly and shook his head in rejection, "I don't want these."
She wanted to go back and be with her father, but because of what she had just seen, she mistakenly believed that Feng Pansheng had already lived his life and that she would not be able to see her father even if she returned. So she returned to her original wish, "I want to go home to see my parents."
[Baby, this is the final reward, and the compensation isn't that great. How about we save this compensation for now? We can apply to the main system for redemption when we encounter an emergency. Or, after we're resurrected, we can choose health and good luck bonuses for your parents.]
"Okay!" Zhuozhuo, who felt a little disappointed because of Feng Pansheng, became happy when she heard that she could give it to her parents.
"Baby, I'm going to seal your memory now." 9972 explained the memory sealing process to Zhuozhuo, just like last time. With her agreement, he sealed the memories of this world. Afterward, 9972 opened the control panel and let Zhuozhuo choose the next world.
The setting sun was blazing. Smoke curled from the distant village. Frogs croaked from time to time on the quiet country road. A tall figure emerged from the woods at the foot of the mountain. He was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and a pair of black-framed glasses, looking prim and refined.
The man's eyes were as cold as ice. After catching a glimpse of a dark red spot on his cuffs, he slowly rolled up his sleeves. When he rolled them up to his elbows, he stopped and looked at the little girl catching butterflies from the rice.
"Little boy, what are you doing?" His voice was gentle, and there was an elegant smile on his handsome face.
The little girl looked up at the man, ripped the wings of the white butterfly from her hand, threw it on the ground and crushed it, then said innocently, "Catch butterflies."
The man looked at the rice fields covered with white butterflies and whispered, "Then why kill the butterflies in such a cruel way?"
"Mom said that butterflies are laying eggs, and small insects will come out of the eggs and eat the rice. Butterflies are bad guys and must be killed." The little girl said, and pinched another butterfly from the rice, pulled off its wings and crushed it.
There were small pieces of butterfly wings scattered under the little girl's feet, which showed that she had been fighting the bad guys here for a long time.
Butterflies lay eggs in the evening, which is their most vulnerable moment. Even if they realize the danger, they cannot fly away and can be easily caught and killed by children who are not yet well-mannered.
At this moment, life and death, innocence and cruelty, justice and evil, man and nature formed a sharp contrast.
When all the butterflies that were close by were caught, the little girl was about to move to another place when the man picked up a butterfly and handed it to her, saying with a smile, "Little friend, I've been watching you here for a long time. You've killed a total of sixteen butterflies. That's amazing."
The little girl took the butterfly and crushed it, then smiled at the squatting man and said, "You're lying. You weren't looking at me. You just came out of the woods."
The smile on the man's face slowly disappeared, and he said gently, "Little friend, I accompanied you here to catch butterflies for a long time, how could you forget?"
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the man's face, and the warm orange-red color looked like diluted blood. At this moment, he seemed like a perverted murderer on TV, and his eyes were enough to make people shudder.
The little girl stared blankly at the man's changing expression. Just when he thought she would be frightened and cry, she suddenly said doubtfully, "Dad, are you going to teach Zhuozhuo to lie?"
The man was stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly. The terrifying aura on him disappeared, revealing a bit of gentleness and amiability. "Little boy, you said the wrong line. Call me uncle."
Zhuozhuo blinked and said softly, "Uncle, you are my father."
The man laughed non-stop and looked at the crowd on the ridge. "Director Yao, is this the child star you found on short notice? He performed well on the spot."
As he crossed the irrigation canal, he discussed this newly added clip with Director Yao. "He Nian just killed Zhao Laowu. The blurred line between good and evil has left him confused. Seeing the little girl killing pest butterflies on the road perfectly reflects his stronger determination after his brief conflict. Let me see how the filming goes..."
The man leaned over to the monitor and suddenly realized the place was a bit quiet. He looked up and saw everyone was looking at him with obscure yet excited, inquiring eyes, as if he were the center of gossip. His brain, which had been excited by the exhilarating performance, calmed down. He raised an eyebrow and said, "What's going on, Xiao Zhang?"
Assistant Zhang Qi understood what he meant and said anxiously, "Brother Rong, Sister Wang called you!"
Rong Yi glanced at the director and said, "I'll go over there." He led Zhang Qi to a large banyan tree not far away, where they could see what was going on but not be heard. He said calmly, "What's going on?"
Zhang Qi, like a flood that had been held back and finally found its way out, burst out with a stream of words. "Brother Rong, this little girl isn't an actress at all, she's a village kid. Your improvisation was truly amazing! How did you figure out how to use her as an alibi? But don't you notice that this kid looks a lot like you?!"
Rong Yi looked at the child on the path, and the details he had overlooked just now appeared in his mind, "How similar are they?"
"Gender-reversed version of the young Rong Yi." Zhang Qi couldn't calm down at all, "And this child calls you Dad! Dad! Dad!!!" She didn't dare to imagine how much of a sensation the news that Rong Yi had a daughter would cause!
"Don't get excited. Maybe I look like her father." Rong Yi smiled and soothed the assistant who was about to stretch his neck and scream. "This kid barged into the filming set, why didn't Director Yao call for a stop?"
"Originally, we were going to take the child away, but you shot this really well. Director Yao probably wanted to just film you walking and use the child as a background, but who knew you would just let loose and act with the child. I think Director Yao will keep this shot, it's really great."
After relaxing, Zhang Qi couldn't help but praise. She got goosebumps watching from the side. She felt that if the child hadn't suddenly called out "Dad", Henian would have killed the child.
Rong Yi returned to the ridge of the field and was about to discuss the details of the scene with Director Yao, trying to finish filming before sunset, when he saw the assistant director running over anxiously, "Director Yao, I asked Zhou Fugui, and this child isn't from Xiaozhou Village. No one knows her, and we can't find her parents. She won't say anything when I ask her."
Yao Zhengqian looked at the little girl talking to the female stagehand and quickly made a decision. "Let's get this kid to film this first. Then, bring her over and talk about the play... Forget it, I'll go over."
As they got closer, Yao Zhengqian changed his mind, "No, this child looks too much like Henian. Let's change..." The next second, he said anxiously, "No need to change. You can think of this child as Henian's illusion. He's his sister's child! It's a combination of black and white..."
Yao Zhengqian, suddenly inspired, rushed to the child and said, "Little friend, you..."
Zhuozhuo was frightened by the sudden appearance of the old man. He hid back for a moment and then ran behind Rong Yi, hugging his legs and hiding. "Dad, there's a weird old man!"
Rong Yi smiled and led Zhuo Zhuo out, squatting down and saying, "Little boy, I'm not your father. Do you know where your parents are?"
"You're the daddy."
Yao Zhengqian was not angry at being disliked, and teased: "You look so much like this kid's father."
A young actor chimed in with a laugh, "Kids can't really tell the difference. They'll mistake one for the other if there's even a slight resemblance. There are a lot of compilations of videos online of people mistaking their parents for their parents, which are hilarious."
Yao Zhengqian pointed at Rong Yi and said, "Little boy, this is your dad. He's playing a game and needs you to join him. You'll be catching butterflies here later. When your dad asks you questions, answer them just like you did just now. But remember, you can't call him dad. You have to call him uncle, okay?"
There are no strict requirements for the children's lines in this scene. It is mainly about New Year's greetings, and the children only need to be able to give simple questions and answers.
Zhuozhuo was dazed by what he heard, and quickly rejected it, "No, I don't want to listen to you."
Yao Zhengqian was so angry that he laughed, "Rong Yi, tell her!"
Rong Yi said, "Let's find a young actress tomorrow. This child's parents may not be willing to have her appear on camera."
Yao Zhengqian agreed and said regretfully, "Okay, go change your clothes. We'll shoot the night scene where Zhao Laowu's body is discovered."
Rong Yi took two steps, looked at the child following behind him, and simply took her to his nanny car and asked Zhang Qi to look after her. "Little friend, please don't run around. Play with this sister in the car, okay?"
Zhuozhuo nodded obediently, "Okay, Dad will go and get busy."
After Rong Yi closed the car door and left, Zhuo Zhuo looked up and met Zhang Qi's sparkling eyes. She asked curiously, "Little friend, do all the people in your family look a lot like Brother Rong?"
Zhuozhuo raised his dirty little hands and said, "Sister, I want to wash my hands."
Zhang Qi took Zhuozhuo to wash his hands. "Little boy, what are your parents' names?"
"My father's name is Rong Yi." Because Zhang Qi was brought by Rong Yi, Zhuo Zhuo trusted and had a good impression of her, and basically answered every question she asked.
However, Zhang Qi laughed out loud after hearing what Zhuo Zhuo said, "Did your parents teach you like that? If I had a child who looked like Emperor Rong, I would raise him the same way."
Zhuozhuo was a little angry because she was always denied, and she was unwilling to answer anything Zhang Qi said next.
Zhang Qi didn't know why Zhuozhuo ignored her, but she knew how to coax people. She folded two frogs out of paper, the kind that would jump when you pressed them, and soon started playing with Zhuozhuo.
It was late at night. After finishing filming, Rong Yi opened the car door and saw a man and a child leaning against each other playing with their phones. He was a little surprised, "No one came to look for the child?"
"No." Zhang Qi shook his head, and then he heard the loud voice of the child in his arms, "Dad!"
Rong Yi got in the car and said helplessly, "I'm not your father. It's dark now. Don't you miss your mother? Do you remember her name? Where does she live? Can you remember her phone number?"
Zhang Qi said, "Brother Rong, there's no way to tell. This child doesn't know anything. She only knows her dad's name is Rong Yi and she calls herself Zhuo Zhuo. I don't know how her parents raised her."
Zhuozhuo understood their disdain and said angrily, "Bad guy dad, bad guy sister."
Rong Yi laughed and said to Zhang Qi, "Go down and ask if they have any information about this child. If not, we can only send him to the police station."
After Zhang Qi got out of the car, Zhuozhuo looked at Rong Yi and said angrily, "Dad, are you going to hand me over to the police? Don't you want me anymore?"
Rong Yi couldn't explain it to Zhuo Zhuo, so he simply picked up the script and said, "Let me tell you a story."
Zhuozhuo was almost drowsy from the hardcore story, but luckily Zhang Qi came back soon and said, "Brother Rong, no one knows this kid. Strange. Zhuozhuo, how did you get here?"
Zhuozhuo took two steps in the carriage and said, "I walked here like this."
Zhang Qi was so adorable that his heart fluttered, but he still had to say, "We can only send you to the police station, Rong. I'll drop you off at the hotel later. You rest first. I'll take Zhuozhuo to the nearest Dazhou Town Police Station and then be back."
Seeing Rong Yi nod, Zhang Qi went to the driver's seat to drive.
Rong Yi pinched his brows wearily, then opened his eyes after a moment's pause. Just as he was about to turn on his laptop to get some work done, he noticed Zhuo Zhuo crying quietly. Rong Yi's heart felt like it had been gently tapped. He couldn't quite put his finger on the feeling, but he just wanted to comfort her.
"Xiao...Zhuozhuo? Can I continue telling you a story?"
Zhuozhuo covered his ears, "No!"
Rong Yi said, "Then come here, I'll teach you how to read. It's time for a three-year-old to learn."
Zhuozhuo's little head shook like a rattle, "No!"
Rong Yi came over with the tablet and held Zhuo Zhuo in his arms. "Let me teach you how to play the game. There are many instruments in this game. You can play any one you want..."
Anyway, this time cannot be wasted.
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