"jingle--"
Under the eaves of the greenhouse, a rusty copper wind chime rang crisply.
At this moment, Wang Xingkong, with tearful eyes, heard many cheers.
Cheers came from street corners, alleys, across the fence, outside the flower shop...
“Hahaha, we’ve been chosen!”
"Great! The ratio is unexpectedly high. There's not a lot of people who can't get on board!"
"The new Lord Olivers is amazing!"
"Dad, Mom, we are going to a new world!"
Amid the boisterous crowd, people laughed, sang, and clapped.
In the middle of the crowd, a beautiful girl was dancing, her skirt spinning, flowers in her hair, laughing loudly and looking forward to the future. She thought she was not spiritual enough, but she was successfully selected.
Who are the people who are unwilling to leave and give up their seats to those who are willing to leave?
In the dim room, the old woman sat in a rocking chair with a few unfinished sweaters on her knees, looking at the celebrating young men and women with a smile on her face.
Her cloudy eyes looked through the old screen window at the distant ships in the sky.
Ah...that's really...a magnificent ship.
She had never seen the sea in her life, but she saw a ship at the end... It was a miracle...
What kind of child who is good at creating miracles brought that miraculous ship...
The last bit of sunlight disappeared, replaced by words and white snow all over the sky.
“Shua——”
Like a silent ending, like a silent opening.
Until the old hand that was gently patting my back gradually slipped away.
“Pah.”
In the room, only flowers swayed gently and silently.
Wang Xingkong was crying with tears in his eyes. His legs lost strength and he fell to his knees in front of the rocking chair, tears falling to the ground.
“Woooa ...
"Grandma, Grandma Jia Xiqin, please let me save you..."
"I am a waste, I am trash, I am a loser who was pulled down by the protagonist on the stage..."
"A loser also wants to save you. A loser misses you so much..."
At this moment, he suddenly missed home.
He has been missing home these days.
I miss my dad and mom.
I miss the puppy in the alley and the disgusting scrambled eggs with tomatoes in the cafeteria.
Thinking about those peaceful and ordinary days.
…
"Dad...Mom..."
…
"——Get out of the way! Get out of the way! My father's manuscript created Lord Rinzu! Lord Rinzu is my relative!!!"
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
A man who kept talking pushed his way through the crowd and rushed to the relief point at Nalan Court.
He waved the tattered manuscript paper in his hand and shouted: "My father has died of illness. The great achievements of the Lin tribe should be attributed to me, his son! You, the Nalan Court, must arrange a noble status for me in the new world!"
His expression was so smug that everyone around him backed away from him.
"What's your father's name?" Lu Zhuqing, dressed in black, stood behind the relief point. Compared to the beginning, he was now neatly dressed and had a ruddy complexion. Plans wanted him to stay in a safe place, and he volunteered to help civilians.
"Lin Hejin! My father's name is Lin Hejin!" The man said confidently: "You must give me a noble status!"
"What? Has the Rin clan leader appeared?" People were discussing:
"It's a commoner's manuscript paper..."
The man puffed out his chest and laughed proudly, "Yes, yes, it's my father's manuscript paper! So in a sense, I am still a relative of the Rin clan!"
No one would lie in such an occasion, and people kept praising the man.
"Since your father has made such great achievements, you will definitely be extraordinary in the future." People praised him.
"At least he should be given a noble status. After all, his father is dead and his son should benefit from it."
"Yes, the future is bright..."
"I don't think I've ever heard of the name Lin Hejin. Is he some great writer who hides his real name? Or is he some great writer wearing a pseudonym?"
"It must be some super god who retired and created a new life under a pseudonym. Otherwise, how could his manuscript become the soul foundation of the Rin clan master..."
"Anyway, it's definitely impossible for him to be an ordinary person..."
Lu Zhuqing frowned. According to common sense, this is indeed a great achievement. As long as it is verified, in the case of the father's death, it is indeed the son who benefits.
At this moment, Lu Zhuqing's eyes suddenly moved, revealing a bit of surprise.
Because the arrogant man's figure began to become transparent.
And everyone else is floating upwards.
"Let's set off! Let's set off! That's great!" people shouted loudly.
"Wait, I...I!!!" the man screamed. He clearly had strawberry shortcake on him! Why wasn't he protected? Why couldn't he get airborne?
Lu Zhuqing was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Your spiritual energy is not up to standard..."
Su Mingan must have worked hard to make the spiritual energy standard much lower. But even so, this man still did not meet the standard, which shows how low his spiritual energy is. Family environment is very important in shaping spiritual energy. With such a father, this man...
"That old guy, I..." The man was stunned.
He suddenly remembered that, in fact, many times, the old man had told him to read more and not drink and gamble all day long. However, the old guy who had read so many books ended up in poverty. Of course, he thought that reading and thinking were useless and money was the real relative.
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