The first thing I do when I open my eyes every day is to make steamed buns or steamed buns and give them to the children in need. Ji Fanfan never thought that what he was doing would be unreal, and even the possibility that he was not real, because he was so happy when he did things, and he couldn't find any traces of disobedience.

Like a spirit close to nature, chanting exquisite and gorgeous spells, with the dance of communicating heaven and earth, guiding the aura to help you achieve your wishes.

Like a dancer from nature, you don't need to learn to dance, and the wild, tender, hopeful chant makes the humblest of the weak lift their heads, makes the seriously ill child stand up, and makes dreams come true.

The dreamlike Zhu Yushu made Ji Fanfan think that he was living in the crowd.

Let him think it's a dream...... It's true.

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The washed child stood on the cold floor naked, his thin little fist rubbed his eyes and looked at the man who was getting closer and closer, and said blankly, "Dad?"

"Hehe, it's not bad to call Dad. The pot-bellied man shook the leather whip in his hand and approached with a smile, the blood in his body boiling, and the thing that was not human broke through the ground, controlling him and turning him into a demon in hell.

"Ah......h......h I was forced, they forced me to do this, there is a debtor, you must not look for me!"

Being a thief will always be weak-hearted, even if the nonsense justification makes him a little more reasonable, it can't change the facts.

The man sat on the floor paralyzed, his lower body was uncontrollably gushing feces and urine, but his mind was clear, and he saw the happy light in the child's eyes, "Brother Fanfan, why did you come here." ”

Outside, the other children were leaning together, this time they were not asleep, and they could see a somewhat transparent Ji Fanfan, but everyone was not afraid, and leaned over with a smile as if they saw their lifelong relatives.

Li Qingming waved his hand at Ji Fanfan and left with a spinning top.

Facing the doubtful children, Zhang Beibei waved his hand and said with a big grin: "Your parents will be here soon, don't be afraid." Well, I'll help you make beautiful memories. In the beautiful grassland, you are running and playing, and the little sun above your heads is very warm and bright...... Well, that's it. ”

The abducted children did not leave any psychological shadows, they were lucky to survive with the help of Ji Fanfan, and got the blessing of the little sun, when their parents came over, although the children were still weak, but their spirits were extremely healthy.

The evildoers did not suffer the punishment of the JC, and they faced Ji Fanfan and Xiao Sun, and the attacks they suffered will not be recovered in this life. Sometimes not being able to live and die is the most painful thing, but they still have to live, because only by living can there be hope that is impossible for them......

The children's affairs were like this, the thunder was not loud and the rain was not big, and the dust settled, Li Qingming took Ji Fanfan back to the restaurant and pasted a talisman on him, so that he could temporarily have the entity. This □□-year-old child is amazing, he can communicate with those children, but he has no substance, can make those evil people turn a blind eye to it, and the kindness he exudes seems to really comfort the tortured children.

This is the magic of wishing, like the blessing of the elves, if not deliberately, it will achieve hope because of the will of the individual.

"Do you remember who you are?" Li Qingming sat opposite Ji Fanfan with a glass of soda, pushed the soda forward and said, "Or do you know who you are?"

As if he had just been withdrawn from the world that was extremely real to himself and extremely untrue to others, Ji Fanfan was a little dazed, he subconsciously took a sip of soda, feeling a lot more relaxed, and then said: "But those children can see me, they call me Brother Fan Fan......"

That's because children have no distractions in their hearts and are pure in their hearts, so they can see things that adults can't see. Li Qingming shook his finger and said, "Children are the most valuable treasure in the world, they are different from adults, and their luck is extraordinary. ”

When the child is young, he is round and chubby, stumbling when he walks, and he can't speak much, but he rarely falls and gets hurt. Some people try to explain from a scientific point of view that children are not fully developed, their bones are different from adults, and their center of gravity is relatively low, which also makes some sense, but from a metaphysical point of view, it is explained that children are blessed by nature and luck. Rolling down the stairs, running and falling, climbing a tree and falling, replacing an adult may be a small injury or even a life, but the child is at most tearful trying to get the comfort of the parents, and then quickly plunges into the next round of play.

This is a very interesting fact, as children grow up, they are polluted by the turbidity in society, they also have their own ideas, and their personalities are basically stereotyped, or they have good thoughts, or they do all kinds of evil, or they do not black and white put themselves out of things, then they become adults, and they no longer enjoy the extraordinary favor of luck, and everything has to be fought for by themselves.

"You're a kid too. Li Qingming stared at Ji Fanfan for a while, and suddenly said, "You go to the concert with me and change into a dress." ”

Zhang Beibei, who was squatting next to him and holding a box of dim sum and eating, was suddenly a little unhappy, he leaned next to Li Qingming and said, "Boss, what about the two-person world that I said." ”

"There are hundreds of people in the concert, not our two-person world. Li Qingming patiently explained, "Let's be careful, you go to the restaurant to repair the formation around the restaurant, and let the others be busy." Recently, there are no mortals in the restaurant, only youkai. ”

When such words are spoken, the ordinary employees in the restaurant will no longer go out, and they will ask the monsters in the restaurant for help in everything, such as going to the back door to unload the car, moving baskets of vegetables in, and then carrying large buckets of garbage and throwing them out.

When the time came, a car was parked at the door of the restaurant, and Li Qingming took 25 and Ji Fanfan, who was wearing a small dress, out of the door. The concert was held in a very good stage hall in the city, it is said that the hardware and software are very professional, Mr. Shen because of his appearance, there are many fans, and there are some artistic attainments, and he is a well-deserved artist.

The sun is shining outside the door, and the cold wind blows out of the door, making people feel very comfortable. Zhang Beibei immediately grabbed Li Qingming's hand and whispered: "Boss, I feel a little cold here, I'll help you warm up." I even brought you a coat......

"Let's go inside. Li Qingming glanced at Ji Fanfan. The child seemed to be a little distracted, and he followed in, but as if he had been to such a place, he sat down familiarly, and stared at the empty stage in a daze.

Others also came in one after another, dressed in crisp suits, and some with beautiful partners, to enjoy this auditory feast. There is also a small group of beautiful girls who came in with a smile, they have no pursuit of art, but they have a pursuit of Mr. Shen's appearance, but after accidentally seeing Zhang Beibei, they are a little stupid, because the two hundred and five skin looks very good, especially when he is sitting in a precarious position, most people will make his brain into a domineering president of a rich and rival country, and he is definitely the male number one in romance.

As a result, 251 turned his head and secretly kissed Li Qingming's earlobe, and when he saw the latter looking over, he grinned, looking triumphantly as if he had dug up another piece of sun.

"Don't make a fuss. Li Qingming was a little helpless, but fortunately, the concert started quickly, and everyone was attracted to it.

Mr. Shen, who appeared on the stage, wore a white suit, his pale blonde hair was meticulously groomed, he was good-looking, just like a handsome prince in the Middle Ages, with an aristocratic temperament that could not be concealed. "I want to give this piece to the person I love the most in this life, I hope he can like it. He smiled and walked in front of the piano and began to play.

Someone next to him whispered, he understood this Mr. Shen better, it is said that he is not good at the piano, and this new piece also has a name full of ancient style, called 'Yangchun Baixue', it is said that the piano music is also full of ancient artistic conception. But there was no piano in the ancient times in the East, I don't know what this Mr. Shen thought.

Everyone else sweated for him, afraid that he would mess up in the first game.

"It's getting colder. Ji Fanfan, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, he slowly clenched his fists, and stared at Mr. Shen on the stage without blinking.

After saying this, the people around him felt that it was really getting colder and colder. This is not the effect of the air conditioner, but the temperature in the air is dropping, just like summer enters autumn and then winter, getting colder and colder day by day, and the slightest warmth cannot be hidden.

A coat was put up, Zhang Beibei squeezed his eyes at Li Qingming, and invited him happily, he also reached over to hold Li Qingming's hand, exuding a warm temperature like a little sun, dispelling the coldness that invaded Li Qingming's body.

Someone shuddered, but those who knew how to be polite didn't make a sound.

However, just when most people couldn't bear the cold and wanted to ask the staff, someone accidentally exclaimed, and pointed to the stage with trembling fingers. When the song finally begins, and when the first note dances, a faint fog rises on the stage, and then the fog slowly condenses into snowflakes falling on the stage.

It's not a prop, it's real snow. No wonder everyone felt so cold, in the small world of the stage, there was more and more snow, and even Mr. Shen's shoulders and eyebrows were stained with snow, adding an immersive sense of reality to him. His slender fingers jumped happily, and one note after another sounded, like the cold wind howling in winter, like the crunching ice slag in winter, as if someone was struggling to advance in the ice and snow, as if someone was kneeling in the cold snow and weeping bitterly.

The notes turned sharply, mournful and cold, as if someone was whispering in his lover's ear, but his lover could never give him any response.

Winter is coming, everything is so quiet that even the breath of life cannot be seen, and the audience has no doubt that if they set foot on that little stage now, they will definitely lose their lives. Because there was only Mr. Shen jumping happily with his hands in that place, and the notes were solemn and serious, indicating that there was no life here.

"The snow stopped. Ji Fanfan spoke again.

As soon as he finished speaking, the snow fluttering on the stage came to an abrupt end, and a small seed fell from the sky and fell into the snow. The jumping notes quickly change style, turning into a light and vibrant joyful chapter, and the seeds quietly reveal small shoots, and then grow rapidly.

As the notes sounded, the listeners seemed to see the little seed pull out of the shoot, turning into a tiny sapling, gently swaying in the wind and eagerly absorbing nutrients in the snow.

The snow slowly turned into water, and the small saplings became more and more conspicuous.

This is not a computer-synthesized picture played on a big screen, but a real spring and white snow that can be heard and felt. Someone couldn't help but exclaim, and then looked at Mr. Shen a little crazy, such a creativity, such a talent, he dared to say second in the world, dare to ask who else dares to call himself first?

"Tree ...... There is no root. Ji Fanfan looked at the little sapling on the stage and said, "A tree without roots, even if it grows, ...... Surely death ......"

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