I have to say that China is indeed a good place, and Andre put his backpack on a bench in West Lake Park, holding a camera in his hand, and photographing all kinds of scenes that can be called art on the shore of this lake.

The World Photography Art Competition is about to start, and there is less than a month to go, André is ready to shoot his most satisfying work in China. Andre doesn't care much about the name of an artist, because this profession is purely for entertainment, and it is also to cultivate his sentiments.

A blue wave, with the fragrance of lotus flowers wafting in the distance in the summer wind, Andre opened his arms like a classic repertoire of the Titanic, but it seemed that a heroine was missing. After feeling the customs of heaven and earth, he began his artistic work, and all kinds of flowers and birds were frozen in a small camera.

"Dad, look, there's a bearded foreign uncle." From not far away, the voice of a surprised little girl was heard, as excited as if she had discovered a new continent.

"Don't yell at people like that, it's rude." The father, who was standing beside him, was frowning and teaching his daughter.

Andrei turned his head, looked at the little girl in front of him, who was only six or seven years old, and smiled. When the girl's father saw Andrei turn around, he knew that the foreign uncle in front of him could understand Chinese, and took a few steps forward.

"I'm sorry, my daughter doesn't understand things." The girl's father said in English, not very fluent.

"It's okay, it's okay, this little girl is cute." Andre said with a smile.

The girl's father was surprised, surprised that the Chinese Mandarin of the foreign uncle in front of him was better than his own.

"Hehe, my daughter is always making a fuss." said the girl's father.

"Hum..." Andrei's phone came with a text message.

"That's how children should be, it's a good thing to dare to find out." Andrei said, picking up his phone and looking at the messages, then frowned.

"Are you here for a tour, or are you here to visit a friend?" The girl's father asked. "If it's a tourist, I can be half a landlord. For my daughter's faux pas, make amends. ”

"No, no, I came to China for photography, and I'm a professional photography artist." "However, there are some things I can't talk to you about now, so I have to say goodbye first." ”

Andre said and lifted the backpack on the bench, then looked at the little girl who had been hiding behind her father just now, and touched the little girl's head before leaving, and then messed up the little girl's hair, and the little girl hiding behind her father puffed out her cheeks as if she was sulking.

Looking at Andre who was walking away, the girl's father breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked helplessly at the daughter in front of him. The daughter has a pair of big eyes, so she really can't help her father.

Andrei made a phone call, and as he walked, he listened to the voice on the phone.

"Hey, this is Andrei." André said, "Morad, what about the half-year leave you promised, you disappointed me too much, and deprived me of my right to liberty. ”

"It's not up to me to decide on this matter, that's what the Presbyterian Council meant." Morad was packing up his belongings for the present world in Yagre, when he stopped to talk to André, who was full of complaints.

"It seems like I say it every time." Andrei looked disdainful.

"No, this is a big incident, do you know what happened in the two months you've been away from Yagre?" Morad spoke to Andre, who was hailing a taxi, and when he heard this, Andre opened his mouth in surprise.

"Don't be so exaggerated, gods, really gods." "There have been no gods for hundreds of years," asked Andrew. ”

"Why lie to you." Morad said.

"There are still signs of 'divine cracks' in the Dumans of the Sotuka family." Andre paused, "That's even harder." ”

"If it's easy to do, do I still want you to be a commissioner, I'm the assistant, and there should be one or two six wings in the six-wing army."

"Really? I really didn't expect the elder to attach so much importance to this matter, is it because of the pressure of the Tusoka family? Andrei asked.

"Well, we should prepare the task, not talk about these inconsequential things from here." Morad said.

"Okay, whatever you want, I don't care where the joint is." Andrei said.

"Caesars Hotel in Hong Kong." Morad said.

"It's close, I thought it was going to be far away."

"Where are you?"

"China, I'm collecting material for a competition." Andrei said.

"Well, or maybe it's a coincidence, the trace of Dumans' soul is in Hong Kong, China." Morad sighed and said, "You're very close. ”

"We'll talk about it later."

King Solomon, with a goblet full of red wine in his hand, was sitting in a mansion that he had ordered before he went to Agreel to get the keys a few days ago, and the place was really good, he was dressed in a king's costume, and then looked in the mirror of Li Shimin, Taizong of the Tang Dynasty. However, the mirror in front of him was taken by Yagreeh, and he felt that it had a special power to restore his godhead.

After admiring himself, he suddenly sighed that the passage of time had changed the world, and he had been thinking about what it would be like if he ruled this modern world, but after he ruled the world, he would issue the first ban and stop scientific research. The second prohibition was that people other than the nobility were not allowed to own their own houses.

At this time, he was thinking, on the ground under the sun, a figure suddenly appeared, like a plant, slowly growing from the ground, until it no longer grew, a skeleton priest knelt on the ground, still holding an invitation in his hand.

"Is it going to happen quickly, it's better to have one more person around." Solomon said that the man he called was not a servant of God, but a Dumans who had become his servant.

It was at this time that the landline phone tied to his house rang.

"What bad luck, bunch of rats, why do you keep calling me." Solomon himself cursed.

"Hey, I'm the great King Solomon, do you have anything to do with this king?" King Solomon said.

"Hello sir, do you need a house, this is the sales center of so-and-so property." A female voice.

"This king already has his own palace, so he doesn't need your house." Solomon withheld his phone.

On the other end of the phone, the salesman, looked at the phone in front of him with a dull look, and then said to himself, "Did you call the house of a mentally ill person, if he is Solomon, then I am Julius Caesar, and my brain is really sick." ”

King Solomon sneezed loudly and scattered all the wine in his hand. "It's really unlucky, the gods really catch a cold?"