The 80-day king knelt in front of his daughter and repented and traveled to 2013

Zeus, who had been pretending to be asleep, got up from the tiger skin cushion chair, walked out of the palace gate with a golden cane, and struck the golden cane on the gold brick floor in front of Athena, Dione, and Aphrodis, so that the sound seemed to be a thunderclap.

"Dad!" Athena let go of Diogne who was stepping on her feet, this cicada B was smart, she began to turn her face to her father Zeus as if she was coquettish and indulgent, and began to ask Diogne to scold her for not having a mother, not having a mother's upbringing, what is the reason for this: "Dad, Aunt Diogne said that I was born without a mother, without a mother's education, did I fall from the sky?" Dad, tell me where I came from and where I came into this world? ”

Athena can only ask the first question, because she is not stupid enough to be less than a three-year-old, and the second question, how do you ask her to open this mouth? Is there anyone in the world who would be stupid enough to say so bluntly? Definitely.

The second question to ask is this: "Dad, Aunt Diogne said that I had a leg with you, unless I was asleep, why don't I remember at all?" ”

Athena only needs to be a little stupid, really as long as she is still a little stupid, she can ask like this. Of course, as long as you've gotten this point stupid, it's logical to ask like this. When a girl falls asleep, can you guarantee that absolutely no man will do it? The so-called "getting" here is, of course, not just touching it with your hands, but the highest goal of a man's purpose. You know this better than I do. If Athena had asked this, how would his father, Zeus, answer his own daughter?

"Dad, where am I from?!" Our Athena had to get the first question straight.

"My daughter," said Zeus, stroking a hand over Athena's head, "my good daughter, you are indeed not born of your mother, and that's a long story!" ”

"Dad!" Athena began to get a little scared in her heart, and she thought to herself: This thing is only afraid that he has Alzheimer's disease? I wasn't born to my mother, but my father couldn't give birth? How can a father have a child? Just a hole the size of a pin's eye, could I have come out of a handful of his urine? Our Athena's face turned a little red at the thought of this, because she was shy, because she thought that she had been born from a small hole in a noodle pin. How is this possible?

Besides that, where else can a man give birth to a child? (Remember, this novel is labeled funny, and you'll always have to remember to write something funny.) This is technical work, and without a plot match, can you make readers laugh? ）

Before Athena could come to her senses, her father, Zeus, had already knelt at Athena's feet, begging his daughter to forgive him for this matter.

"Dad! Get up quickly, I am your daughter, and if you kneel in front of your daughter, you will break your daughter's yin life. (Yin Shou, of course, because she's a god and not a human, and if she's human, she should be called Yang Shou, you know.) Athena was thinking to herself again, this old thing was afraid that he really had Alzheimer's, half crazy, half stupid and surprisingly honest again, where was the majesty of the god of war back then?

"My daughter, listen to me speak slowly." Zeus began to move the knees of both feet to balance his body well, so as to keep it from getting tired, or it should be better, otherwise he would have to fall to one side sooner or later.

Posed for the throne Zeus to begin his slow, fantastical history of "playing flowers":

"Let's go it alone. At that time, we countrymen all went to Guangzhou to work, but I was not, because I would never have enough money to buy a train ticket to Guangzhou.

The farthest time was to get off the train at Fenyi, which was not driven out by the conductor, but because I thought that if I couldn't come back after sitting far away, I would starve to death in another country. After getting off the train at Fenyi Station, it was about three o'clock in the afternoon. I followed the railroad tracks with my bags on my back and walked almost blindly, not knowing where I was going.

Suddenly, a fast train came by, and when the train was thousands of miles away, I followed within a hundred meters. Strangely, why did this train pull a on the outside of the tracks?

An unwrapped quilt emitted white smoke in front of my eyes, and if the train was a huge animal, then the quilt on the side of the road would be the pulled by the train, and the white smoke would be the heat of, I thought.

By the time I put it out, the quilt had burned a hole the size of a bowl, and I sat down to rest. Whose fate is this, I wonder, could it be me? If not, this already burning quilt could have burned the train to the point of explosion on the train, and it was right next to me, then I would have returned to my hometown in one step. (The quilt was found to be on fire on the train, and I was afraid that I would not be able to extinguish it for a while, so I threw it out the window, and later spent half of my life for me.) ）

Go somewhere to find something to do, survive yourself first and then make a later plan. Not far from the train station, where houses are being built, I walked over and asked if I wanted to work? A man who looked more like a foreman asked me what I was doing. I said chores and small jobs. And he asked me, "Will you be a plasterer?" I said no.

The man spread his hands and grimaced at his men, 'A man who doesn't even know how to be a plasterer, and wants to come out and eat?' I was almost crying with anger, couldn't I get a bowl of rice to eat as a handyman?

I'm walking on the road again, where am I going? (Some readers and friends will definitely ask,, I don't know where I'm going, aren't you called B?) Definitely. This is the history of youth suffering, not everyone has it, and it is not equal to the inevitable law of human physiology. This kind of person is more from his own low background, and more from a young heart of good pursuit. Without a good family background to predetermine what you are going to do now and what you will do in the future, your choices are out of your own panic. The history of people's growth is not the same, and each person has his own legend. It's like when we eat steamed buns, fate won't let you see which one will fill you up in the end. Can you just buy this one to feed yourself? Definitely. Of course, there are such people, but there are very few. It's not easy to write next, will I use tens of thousands of words, or hundreds of thousands of words, millions of words, to write my youth history? Is it a distant cross-sea tunnel, and it will be destroyed because of the impropriety of the project? Hundreds of thousands of words of train to break through the cross-sea tunnel, when the editor does not accept the invitation, then I will not be called a mother!

Well, let's get a few chapters to read first, wait patiently to see the reader's reflection one day, and then choose a good plot to travel through my youth. ）