Han Mo hooked his fingers and gently swept Xuanxuan's upturned little nose, and said gently, "Okay, let's tell a new story today, but Xuanxuan has to lie on the bed and listen." ”

As soon as the little one heard that his father was going to tell a story, he slipped into bed by himself.

Han Mo has actually been thinking about which story of the original world to move to this world next, he suddenly thought of a movie he had watched, although it was presented in the form of an animated film, but Han Mo was very affected after watching it, maybe the meaning of this story itself is a little difficult for the little guy to understand, but the strange storyline, Xuanxuan must like it.

Xuanxuan had already gotten into the bed, revealing only a cute baby face, big eyes flickering and blinking, obediently waiting for her father to tell a story.

Han Mo sat on the edge of the bed, leaning on the head of the bed, and stroked Xuanxuan's hair dotingly.

"Today Dad will tell you the story of Miguel, a 12-year-old boy from Mexico, called "Dream Travel". ”

A look of surprise flashed in Xuanxuan's inky eyes, and her pink little mouth posed in the shape of "Wow Puppet", pulled the quilt, and listened carefully to her father's continued talk.

"Living in a lively, noisy Mexican village, Ge has had a musical dream since he was a child. However, he was born into a family of shoemakers, "Riveras", the only one in the town who hated music. ”

The little guy stretched out the quilt with his two little hands and said puzzledly, "Why don't they like music, how good music is." Mom and Dad and Xuanxuan both love music. ”

Han Mo smiled and continued, "Because the Riveras family is convinced that they are cursed by music, they have abandoned music for generations. It is said that a long, long time ago, Ge's great-great-grandfather abandoned his wife in order to pursue his dream of performing music. Small's great-great-grandmother, Imelda, became the patriarch and raised Grid's great-grandmother Coco by making shoes, and declared that the Riveras family would never touch music. ”

Xuanxuan nodded as if she didn't understand, grabbed the little quilt with her two little hands, and whispered a little lost, "But what about Xiaoge's music dream?"

"He's certainly not going to give up on his musical dreams. Han Mo answered Xuanxuan's question first, and then pinched her little face.

Hearing his father's words, the little one's lost emotions disappeared in an instant, and an innocent smile appeared on his face again.

"In faraway Mexico, the annual Day of the Dead is about to begin, and legend has it that on the Day of the Dead, the deceased family members return to their families, but on one condition, their photographs must be enshrined......

Han Mo re-covered Xuanxuan's small cup, the little guy was already asleep, with a sweet smile on his pink little face, Han Mo looked at Xuanxuan's cute little appearance again, and quietly walked out of the room and closed the door.

Today's audio copyright matter is going very smoothly, according to Hu Ye, their show is in urgent need of a good story, and will launch "The Frog Prince" in the latest issue, hoping to save the ratings, Han Mo is still very confident in his story, just sit back and wait for the copyright fee to arrive.

Turn on the computer, Han Mo searched for the space-time forum. The space-time forum is very popular in this world, including elites from all walks of life, and there are often people who open some topics to discuss, and everyone will follow along to fight wits and mouths, and the scene is very lively. There are also often some small competitions, where everyone meets friends with skills.

The homepage of the space-time forum happened to be topped with a hot post, and Han Mo clicked on it.

It is a modern poetry competition, the moderator has counted the participating poems at the top of the post, and there is still an hour left in the competition registration deadline, and at this moment netizens are commenting on the participating poems.

Han Mo glanced at the rules, the fact is that there are no rules at all, the title of the poem is self-proposed, and the content is not limited. After the registration deadline, online netizens can vote for the participating poems according to their preferences.

Han Mo doesn't want to watch some entertainment gossip, but he likes to visit the forum, just to come in and be a melon-eating crowd with the mentality of watching the excitement.

In fact, most of the poets are sentimental and perfectionists, so they always have negative emotions about the things around them, complain about injustice, and complain about the fact that there are many people who have not met talents, and the poems of this world have become a means of venting, and the content is very negative.

Netizens commented on the poems and expressed their opinions.

"Hey, life is so boring, I don't know what to do when I go to work and get off work every day. ”

"Yes, the girl is too realistic, and the subject can't be found. ”

"Closing your eyes every night is a re-enactment of the day's misfortunes, happy people are similar, and unfortunate people have their own misfortunes. Then he made a sighing emoji.

Han Mo couldn't help frowning, and read all the poems in the competition, none of them were positive, and they were all talking about how unfortunate they were, although Han Mo agreed that poems were originally a tool for poets to express their emotions, but they couldn't be too pessimistic.

Suddenly he thought of a poem in the original world. He still remembers that when he first read this poem, there seemed to be a happy and beautiful scene described by the poet in front of him, and he could feel the kindness of the poet from the poem, the poet sent blessings to everyone, lovers, friends, even strangers, and the poet's positive and high-spirited emotions were reflected between the lines.

Han Mo registered an account with the name of "Royal Horse Knight" and clicked on the registration page. There are still 20 minutes left before the registration deadline. Han Mo quickly typed out the poem in his heart.

After all the writings were finished, he checked it again, clicked send, and the time was just right, and before the deadline, Han Mo's entries were presented to everyone.

"What, someone signed up again. ”

"Dare to be kind, this is a stuck point to sign up. ”

Everyone had read the previous poems, and netizens were ready to start voting, and suddenly Han Mo's poem jumped out and bounced to the top of the page.

"From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person.

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world.

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables.

I have a house facing the sea and spring is blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, we will communicate with each and every one of our loved ones.

Tell them about my happiness.

The blissful lightning told me.

I'm going to tell everybody.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I bless you too.

May you have a bright future.

May you have a lover and eventually become married.

May you be blessed on earth.

I just want to face the sea and bloom in spring. ”

As soon as Han Mo's poem came out, the page that had been scrolling with the latest comments suddenly became quiet, and no comments popped up, because at this moment, everyone was admiring the poem on the screen.

Time seemed to stand still, one minute, two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes......

I don't know how long it has been, but suddenly a comment pops up, "Oops, good poetry, good poetry." ”

"Don't talk, you're disturbing me reading poetry. ”

"Look at who the author is. ”

"I haven't read his poems before. ”

"This is the life I want, facing the sea and blooming in spring. It's so beautiful, every word is so beautiful, suddenly an inexplicable sense of happiness makes me want to cry. ”

Han Mo quietly looked at the comments on the Internet, indeed, the purpose of this poem is to be a happy person, willing to tell everyone the "lightning of happiness", even if it is a stranger, he will sincerely wish him "happiness in the world". This is a poem by Han Mo's world-famous poet Haizi, "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms".