Looking at the deep love between Lin Wangan and Bai Chun, mother and daughter, Su Mingan left the room in silence.
As dusk falls, the sky is filled with rosy clouds, the wooden floor is emitting a warm yellow light, and wind chimes are jingling under the eaves.
In addition to ordinary bakeries, grocery stores, and antique shops, the shops on the street also provide goods and services such as pens, ink, paper, and inkstones, creative guidance, story revision, and recommendations from famous artists.
The first World Creator Conference is a shining pearl in the history of Rovasha.
Countless new creators enthusiastically came to the conference with their own stories. After layers of elections at the village, town, city, and state levels, among tens of millions of people around the world, only the 100 people with the highest ranking stories stood out and participated in this conference.
Many forces such as the Nalan Court, the Alliance of All Beings, and the Alliance of Wisdom have gathered here. Recently, the royal city has been crowded with people, and anyone who throws a brick down will find a big shot.
Billions of eyes from all over Luowasha were cast over. If it weren't for the restrictions on entry into the city and the broadcast covering the five planes, the bricks in the city would probably have been trampled to pieces.
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[It’s almost night, what are you going to do——]
[A. Go back to the study to perfect your story and prepare for the Creator Conference the day after tomorrow.]
【B. Go to Barol Tavern to meet with the students. 】
【C. Quietly walked back and asked his sister how to treat Bai Chun's disease. 】
[D. At this point in time, Si Que, as a short-lived magpie, should have died. Why is Si Que still alive? Go to the villa at Engineer Bridge in Wangcheng to explore the secret of Si Que's survival.]
【E. Now that things have come to this, let’s go to sleep first. 】
…
Su Mingan's eyes were fixed on option B.
Students? Yes, Bai Qiu is a professor, so he should have students.
He chose B.
When he passed by Lin Wangan's room, he stopped. While Lin Wangan was still comforting his sister, Su Mingan pushed the door open and walked in, quickly taking a look around the interior.
...It still tastes the same as before.
The floor-length mirror is placed on the left side of the door, the pillow is a very low neck pillow, the lipstick is placed in the second drawer on the left for easy access, and the music magazines that she liked to read all year round are on the bedside. Just like her previous room.
He rummaged around and suddenly discovered that the bottom drawer was locked.
...It must contain something very important.
He walked to the closet, found the third coat from left to right, reached into the pocket, and touched the cold, hard texture.
Sure enough, she always liked to put important keys in the pocket of the third coat in the closet. Whenever she forgot to bring the key when shopping, she would ask him to get it from the coat pocket.
"Ming An is so smart!" Whenever he successfully opened the door, she would hug him and praise him. This was one of the few times when she was not sick, just like a normal, gentle mother.
For her, so many years have passed...but this habit remains unchanged.
Su Mingan didn't know whether he should be glad that he knew her so well, or hate himself for knowing her so well.
"Nothing to worry about..." He squatted down and unlocked the door.
Originally, he didn't recognize her as his mother. Now she has become someone else's mother, giving her motherly love to a sick and fragile girl. Isn't that good? She walked out. She walked out...
With scattered thoughts swirling in his mind, the cabinet lock opened with a "click", revealing a gold wire, a badge, and a photo.
"The badge is engraved with the burning flame of the Sun's Eye... This is the badge of the Mother Goddess of Light. It seems that she believes in the Mother Goddess of Light. In Luowasha, most people need a belief, and this is considered to be sociable." Su Ming'an put down the badge and picked up the gold thread.
He looked at it carefully and realized that this golden thread was not simple. The strong aura on it told him that this golden thread might be at the angel level.
Angels are extremely high-level. Ordinary people cannot touch them. Even the royal family has to look up to them. Why does she have an angel-level golden thread?
Su Mingan thought about it and picked up the last photo.
He originally thought that this was also a photo related to the Mother Goddess of Radiance, such as the statue of the Mother Goddess of Radiance. However, the moment he saw it clearly, he paused.
——The boy with black hair and black eyes looked at the camera calmly. He was wearing a white shirt and a light blue bow tie. He was sitting on a wooden chair and holding a pure white lily in his hand.
This was a birthday photo taken when he was eight years old. It was one of the few birthdays she helped him celebrate, and she took him to the mall to take a few photos. I don't know what means she used to reproduce this photo.
...What is she thinking about? Is she missing him too?
Stop being funny.
Su Ming'an clenched the photo between his fingers, his expression still calm. He had told himself a long time ago not to think about these things.
He didn't have time to worry about these meaningless little things.
Su Mingan quickly left the room, walked through the dusk-shrouded corridor, and opened the door. Lavender was planted in the garden, and the fragrance was rich.
Night falls and the lights dim.
He took a deep breath, regained his composure, and walked out onto the street.
The Barol Tavern is a tavern located on South Street, close to the slums. Dock workers, coachmen, craftsmen, and entrepreneurs in difficult circumstances live here. Every night, the area is filled with entertainment such as black boxing, sumo, dog fighting, storytelling, and sex transactions.
Su Ming'an's handsome and profound face attracted many people's attention. Some girls smoking cigarettes were eager to try and looked at his exquisite clothes and luxurious jewel cufflinks, but were afraid of his gloomy expression.
"...this handsome gentleman." At this time, an arm gently held him, and the voice was mature and raised: "Would you like to walk with me?"
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