Chapter 89
◎Why would a celebrity with tens of millions of fans become a kindergarten teacher?◎
"That's a bit rude." Lian Jiu pondered for a moment, then asked, "Is this liking the same as Jiang An's?"
"No." This time Si Lan answered quickly. He took another piece of paper and slowly spread it out. "I love her very much."
In fact, sometimes Lian Jiu is right. If you keep some things in your heart, you will hurt yourself.
He didn't dare to be sure whether he would suddenly explode one day and do something he could not even imagine.
Why not take this opportunity to tell her all the love that cannot be expressed in words when she doesn't know.
Lian Jiu, who was sitting on a stool, suddenly looked up after hearing his painting. He stared at him for a long moment before smiling. "But I'm a little curious. Since she doesn't remember you and doesn't recognize you, then perhaps you're not that familiar with each other, why do you love her? Can you tell me?"
The most important thing had been said, so Si Lan lost his composure and said, "Familiar," while picking up the pen again.
"Familiar?" Lian Jiu was puzzled. "Didn't you say that to her, you're just a stranger?"
"That's for her." Si Lan chuckled. "She doesn't love me, so she's a stranger to me. But I love her, so I'm familiar with her every word and action."
It's a very simple truth, it's just about love and not love.
He said, "Because I looked at her longer than she looked at me."
"I see." Lian Jiu nodded. "So it's because of something she did in the past that left a deep impression on you, right?"
"Yes and no." Si Lan sighed softly, "I can't tell."
I can’t tell when I fell in love with her, and when I couldn’t let her go.
Fortunately, Lian Jiu didn't ask any more questions, but just lowered his eyes to watch his movements.
His pen strokes flowed smoothly, as if the horses were all under his control, and he had no regrets when he put pen to paper.
She was curious: "They are different from the ones in Fuyu Mountain."
"No two paintings are exactly alike," Si Lan said. "The state of mind is also different. These paintings can't be transformed into human form like in the past, but they can be transformed into means of transportation."
This is what he said, maybe there will be a difference.
Actually, this is a good thing. Monsters are all born from spiritual energy. If every painting Si Lan draws can become a monster, then everything will be a mess.
Lian Jiu didn't disturb him anymore, but waited quietly for him to finish painting.
Si Lan painted two paintings, one of which he kept, intending to send to Kunlun Mountain later.
Just like Shaoxian Mountain, the transportation there is also very inconvenient.
When the painting was picked up, it still had a strong smell of ink. Lian Jiu was amazed by his brushwork and finally understood why the painters of horses and dragons said that his paintings were worth seeing and were very popular at the time.
It is indeed very charming.
Suddenly, the horse's hooves on the drawing paper moved. Si Lan said, "Let's go out."
Following him out of the house, Bian Jian raised his hand, his fingertips seemed to be glowing slightly, and an invisible line stretched from his fingertips to the painting, pulling the slowly moving horses.
Then all four horses were pulled out and fell to the ground.
First there were a few paper horses, then it twisted on the ground for a long time, and suddenly let out a scream.
Lian Jiu was pulled by Si Lan to block behind him. When he stuck his head out, he saw that these horses instantly turned into real horses. They were snow-white and seemed to be more transparent than the snow on the ground.
It was the first time she had seen the "Magic Brush Si Lan". It was amazing how a dead object could be transformed into a living thing: "Wow!"
After neighing a few times towards the sky, the horses lowered their heads and stood meekly in front of Si Lan, with their heads lowered.
Lian Jiu asked, "Can I touch it?"
"good."
Lian Jiu tentatively reached out his hand, and when he touched the horses, he felt the real touch, and felt even more magical: "You are really amazing."
Si Lan's eyes lit up after being praised, and he was eager to try again: "I can draw a few more."
"This is going to drain your divine power, isn't it?" Lian Jiu saw through his little trick, "That's enough. Take care of your body."
It's hard enough to guard two demon realms, and you still have to go out to work.
This is also the reason why all the demon gods in the demon world dare not have any opinions about Si Lan.
Seeing that he looked a little disappointed because he didn't get the chance to perform, Lian Jiu smiled and said, "You can draw other things in the future. Just ordinary paintings will be fine. I like to see them too."
This time Si Lan was coaxed again: "Yeah."
Hearing the noise, Mu Chun and the others ran out and saw the four horses in the night. They were surprised and delighted: "Is it all done now?"
Si Lan took Lian Jiu behind him and took a few steps to the side: "Apply your divine seal."
After being stamped with the divine seal, this becomes Mu Chun's painted horse.
Mu Chun was a little embarrassed: "Just mark your horse with your divine seal, and we can use it too."
After all, this was drawn by Lord Si Lan using his divine power.
"No need." Si Lan didn't care much about the horses. Qilin had already given him several. "I won't need them."
Even though the God's words were final, Mu Chun didn't say much. He stepped forward and stamped his divine seal on several horses, then bowed to Si Lan and said, "Mu Chun, on behalf of the monsters of Shaoxian Mountain, thanks God Si Lan."
Mu Chun happily led a few horses to learn about the current means of transportation, so as to facilitate their transformation in the future.
Seeing that it was getting late, Lian Jiu decided to rest early. He had been busy all day and still had a lot of work to do tomorrow.
On the way back, she suddenly remembered what Su Caifeng had said before, that no matter whether it was the medicine beast or other demon gods, they actually woke up together at the beginning, and went to other demon realms just to make it easier for the demons in each place to survive by forming a barrier.
It's a business trip.
If that’s the case, don’t other demon realms need to be guarded?
After she asked about her confusion, Si Lan said, "I'm here."
Lian Jiu was surprised: "But aren't you only guarding Fuyu Mountain and Nanyu Mountain?"
"That doesn't count as guarding." Si Lan said calmly, "Nanyu Mountain is where I was born, so it has always been protected by my divine seal. Fuyu Mountain..."
He paused and said, "That's where I woke up, and it's also where I fell asleep. I used my Dharma image there to resist the backlash of the Sealed Medicine Beast Formation Heart, so naturally, my divine seal is there too."
"Other places are just gathering places for spiritual energy from all over the place. There are monsters that transform into human form, so there is no need for guarding."
Lian Jiu understood.
In fact, the most important place is Fuyu Mountain. As long as his Dharma image continues to suppress the seal of the past, the entire demon world, no matter east, south, west or north, will be under his control.
It’s just that his figure is in Fuyu Mountain and Nanyu Mountain, so those two places are covered by his spiritual sense.
When she reached Si Lan's door, she stopped again: "By the way, Si Lan, there's one thing I haven't figured out yet."
"Um?"
Lian Jiu asked, "Since you speak of the Saint as being so important and powerful, saving the world and the people, then she was also there during that great war, right?"
Si Lan paused to open the door and turned to look at her.
"After all, it concerns the lives of the people." Lian Jiu said with a smile, "Besides, An An was also asleep at that time, so she must have been there too."
Si Lan didn't say anything.
But Lian Jiu, who knew his character well, realized that he had guessed correctly.
"Then why would she allow you to sacrifice your own Dharma image?" Lian Jiu nodded and continued to speculate, "Unless she didn't know you were doing this, or she was already dead at that time."
Si Lan blinked slowly.
Lian Jiu looked at him and sighed softly: "I think I know what your knot is."
She knew that Si Lan had concealed something when he told her about the battle.
Because he had succeeded after sacrificing his own Dharma image, this could not be a source of worry for him now.
After learning the origin of his name last night, Lian Jiu finally pieced everything together.
A saint might be immortal like a demon god, so she had known Si Lan for a long time. However, since the saint at that time was concerned about the world, Si Lan might just be a part of the world in her eyes.
Whether it is to let Si Lan accept Renjian Lanshan or to give him a hairband.
It is just a trivial way for a saint to treat all living beings in the world.
But these practices are unique to Si Lan, so Si Lan said that she is a passerby in the saint's life and she doesn't need to remember her.
But in the great war that followed, the saint died for the sake of the people.
With Si Lan's stubborn and paranoid personality, she becomes a hurdle in his heart.
"You lied to me," Lian Jiu said. "You said she was doing well."
"No." Si Lan finally spoke, his voice a little hoarse, "I didn't lie to you."
He whispered, "She is indeed doing well."
"Because saints cannot die."
Lian Jiu raised an eyebrow: "If that's the case, she should be alive now."
Si Lan turned around again, gently opened the door of his room, looked at the night light on the table, and said, "No, she only appears in troubled times, so she is fine now. I hope she will never appear again."
Like she said, live to be eighty.
"I understand." Lian Jiu closed the window for him. "Go to bed early. Good night."
After hearing the sound of Lian Jiu opening and closing the door, Si Lan closed his own door.
Everything, once opened, will be out of control.
The hole was getting bigger and bigger. He underestimated his own restraint and her intelligence.
This is good. There will be no secrets in the future. As long as she can't remember the past, I will no longer have any secrets from her.
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The next day, Si Lan went out to work, and Lian Jiu started to sort through the resumes he had received the day before at school.
There are more and more resumes nowadays, and the applicants have higher and higher academic qualifications and richer experience.
Some people write in their resumes that they can not only teach in kindergartens, but also teach other adults, helping them learn to read and escape poverty, and they don't ask for any extra salary.
Although he knew that the kindergarten was popular, Lian Jiu didn't expect it to be so popular that no one cared about the salary.
In comparison, I came here for the five social insurances and one housing fund, but it seems that I am not as great as these people.
But no matter how high your academic qualifications are, you still have to choose the one that is suitable in all aspects.
Lian Jiu picked a lot and went outside to ask Jiang An to come over for some advice, but he saw her and Yuan Qing sitting in a small square with a magnifying screen not far from the school, listening to music with a group of little monsters.
The big monsters now follow Mu Chun to plant trees, and these two demon gods have become the kings of the children.
Seeing Lian Jiu approaching, Jiang An waved, "Jiujiu, come here! We are watching a concert."
Concert?
Lian Jiu walked over and saw that the person on the big screen was none other than Rao Yan, whom he met outside that night.
Yuan Qing said that day that she had a lot of fans, but in fact, she had forgotten about it so long ago and didn’t take it seriously.
Seeing such a grand concert on the screen, it seems that she is really famous.
Judging from the time above, it should be a concert video from two years ago, otherwise, a normal concert would not release such a high-definition recording.
Jiang An said excitedly: "She sings so beautifully."
“It does sound nice.”
The sound is so delicate that even Jiu was attracted when he heard it.
"She sings so well, why are there so many people scolding her?" Jiang An recalled that when he saw this person that day, he didn't think she was a bad person. "I think she's a good person, and she cares about us."
Lian Jiu frowned: "Scold her?"
"Yeah." Yuan Qing leaned over. "I looked her up last night, and all the comments online were criticizing her. So I was curious and searched for her songs to listen to. Now I think they're pretty good."
With tens of millions of fans, how could anyone scold her?
Lian Jiu didn't know much about the entertainment industry. She suddenly remembered that when Rao Yan added her, she kept saying thank you and wanted to leave her WeChat to show that she would not disturb her.
What did she thank herself for?
Lian Jiu stretched out his hand: "Let me see."
Yuan Qing hurriedly found the things he had found and gave them to her. In fact, she didn't even need to look for them, as they would appear as soon as she searched the name.
In the past, when the kindergarten was doing live broadcasts, some people with ulterior motives tried every means to make up stories based on pictures and spread rumors. Lian Jiu had a good attitude, so he never took it seriously. Later, when the mountain had the support of the country, these people no longer dared to say anything.
But Rao Yan is different.
From the time she was born until now, many things have been dug up and listed one by one, and it is unknown whether they are true or false.
Some said she was not good-looking, some said she lip-synced, some said she used to be a victim of school violence, some said she became famous so quickly by lying on the bed, some said she suppressed her juniors, and some said she was unfilial and ignored her family. There were even reports that she failed exams when she was a child.
Lian Jiu casually glanced at it, but couldn't figure out the ultimate reason why she was being attacked.
Some people who leave comments on the hot posts don’t even read the “crime” and still curse for a long time.
"She hasn't done anything bad." Jiang An said firmly. "Otherwise I would definitely be able to tell."
Her eyes are the ruler!
Lian Jiu looked at the big screen, where Rao Yan sang confidently and beautifully.
But when I saw her that day, she seemed to be very cautious in everything she did, and she spoke without confidence and was very humble.
Lian Jiu returned the phone to Yuan Qing and sighed, "There are many things that have no reason."
That's human nature.
At this moment, her phone vibrated several times. Lian Jiu picked it up and saw that it was the Rao Yan she had mentioned earlier. "Director, I see you're recruiting teachers and staff. Do you think I'd be a good fit? I can teach the children to sing and dance. Here's my resume."
Then he sent me a resume.
She studied singing professionally and has had so much performance experience and won so many awards.
Lian Jiu looked at her and felt that his temple was too small to accommodate her.
She replied: “Aren’t you a singer?”
Rao Yan replied quickly: "Singing is the same wherever you sing. Everywhere is a stage. Some stages are big, but they are always in darkness. You can't see the audience clearly. You lose hope while singing. But some places are full of light."
“I want to go where there is light.”
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