Lake City is a tourist attraction.

Several young men and women are taking pictures, and one of the girls is constantly turning her body in an effort to find the best spot.

Suddenly, a young man with a ponytail came into range of his mobile phone to take pictures.

The young girl didn't think about it, until the man suddenly turned his head to look at her, and she immediately gasped and hurriedly whispered to a few friends.

"Look over there."

Several young men and women gasped in unison after looking over and seeing the man's appearance and dress clearly.

The man was very young, probably in his early twenties, with long white hair tied into a high ponytail, and his hair color was very natural and seemed to glow in the daylight, giving people a sense of holiness.

But the man's pupils were golden, and at that moment, everyone's reaction was that the gods had descended.

Look at the man's appearance carefully, peach blossom eyes, but there is no trace of amorous affection, the nose is like a gall, and the demeanor of the whole person can be called the charm of the moon.

He also wore a crescent-white robe, and the robe was embroidered with the sun, moon, mountains and rivers.

Immortals, this must be immortals, right?

Several young people looked at each other with burning eyes, and after glancing at each other, they stepped forward directly.

"Hello, which crew are you filming in? Do you have an Xbo account? We miss you."

A few people felt that this person's temperament was like a fairy, but reason told them that the man was most likely an actor and was filming nearby.

But the strange thing is that such a handsome and elegant actor has no reason not to be popular, isn't his acting skills very good?

It doesn't matter, acting skills can be improved slowly, and pure natural beauty is not something that anyone can have.

Tan Taiyi lowered his eyes and looked at a few people, his expression was cold, but he was thinking in his heart, what is the crew? What is an account?

The master said that Lingyu could take him to find the little junior sister, but his consciousness fluctuated for a long time before he appeared here, and after walking around the neighborhood, Lingyu did not react.

He looks handsome and elegant, and he has white hair and golden eyes, and these drooping eyes are not angry but mighty. Several young people immediately held their breath and did not dare to force it.

I didn't dare to force it, and I was reluctant to leave, so I enthusiastically looked for other topics one by one.

"Your white hair doesn't seem to be a hood, where did you dye it? It looks so natural, like it's natural."

"Which contact lenses did you buy?" This gold is so good, I want to try it."

Yu Taiyi's brows moved slightly.

He carefully looked at the expressions of several people.

It's basically curiosity and affection. It's not love, it's about encountering beautiful things and people's appreciation. There is no disgust, hatred, and fear.

"Born." He said lightly.

Several young men looked incredulous.

A young girl said, "If it's really born, is it hereditary or a genetic mutation?"

Tan Taiyi didn't understand, but he had already seen the tolerance of people in this era.

He was born with white hair and golden eyes, and was called the son of evil spirits by the villagers. After that, no matter what unfortunate things happened in the village, he would be blamed, even his father and mother. When he was ten years old, a flood swept through the village, and the villagers believed that he was the source of misfortune and that if they threw him into the river, all calamities would be averted.

The hatred and fear of the villagers contrasted sharply with the curiosity and affection of these young people. ….

No wonder Master would say that he was more suitable for the era in which the little junior sister was in. But where is the little sister?

Jiangshi, Jiangshui Yundu.

The dumplings enthusiastically put the mung bean cake on the table, and invited Gu Jiu to read the latest issue of the magazine together.

"There's also a work by Mr. Rice Wine above.,A serial.,There's also a short story.,It's well written.,Miao also wants to explore the amusement park with the bear.。

Gu Chu used to prefer history-oriented books, but since he read children's stories with his sister and learned a little about children's literature, he has become fond of children's stories again.

Those healing stories are so heartwarming.

He took the magazine and read the short story first.

Therefore

It tells the story of a little bear who loves to laugh and eat honey to play in the amusement park, and meets the crying little squirrel kitten and other animals, and after learning that their toys were snatched away by a big dog, the little bear is looking for parents to complain, while making suggestions, ready to set a trap to snatch back the toys of animals such as squirrels.

The bear is witty and cute, and after helping a child he has just met to snatch back his toys, he and his family are coquettish and want to eat honey. In order to eat honey, this little bear will contribute its furry ears to pinch, and then dance and be cute.

Gu Chu was looking at it, and a small furry head came over and stared at the magazine.

"Isn't it pretty?"

At that moment, Gu Jiu felt that his sister was a little bear.

He touched the bear's head, "It's very good-looking, steady play."

He looked at the previous serialized story again, and couldn't help but blink suspiciously.

"Speaking of which, this style of writing is so familiar!"

"What's the style?"

Gu Chu explained to her carefully.

Dango's eyes lit up.

"Could it be that those stories you saw were also written by Mr. Rice Wine?"

Gu Chu touched his nose, "No, it was written by Xiao Li. It's just that the style is very similar, and some of the words are more similar."

It was only after he was sincere (dead skin) that his brother reluctantly showed it to him.

The younger brother also said that those stories were written indiscriminately and that he did not plan to submit them. However, if the magazine is short of manuscripts during his internship, he is not unable to contribute his own manuscripts.

"He doesn't seem to have contributed to a magazine."

Danzi was preconceived, and always thought that the rice wine teacher was a very gentle person, and it was very likely that he was an aunt or sister, so he didn't think much about it at all.

"Maybe it's the style of writing children's stories, it's warm."

Gu Chu nodded in agreement.

The two didn't know what they were missing, and after reading the story, they drank honey lemon tea and ate mung bean cake together.

During the period, Tuanzi knocked on the side and knocked a few words, knowing that his cousin was hardened, no one in the department bullied him, and knowing that the second aunt and his wife were hindered by the majesty of the old man Jin, they didn't bother him, so he nodded with satisfaction.

She was relieved, and she saw that Gu Chu didn't know what to think, and actually threw the mung bean cake in the direction of her nostrils.

"Yikes!"

Dango hurriedly snatched the mung bean cake and taught, "You can't eat with your nose!"

Gu Chu came back to his senses and apologized in embarrassment.

Tuanzi held the mung bean cake and looked at him suspiciously, "Cousin, do you have something on your mind? Don't try to hide it."

Under the threat of his sister's lack of lethality, Gu Chu hesitated, but still confided in his heart.

"Miao, you say, shouldn't I waste my talent?"

Tuanzi understands in seconds, and my cousin is talking about stock speculation.

It can be seen that even if Jin Xuan and his wife stop, the shadow left in their cousin's heart by them and those teachers is still there.

Gu Chu seemed to be asking about the group, and it was like asking himself.

"My high school teachers, my undergraduate teachers, and my classmates all said I was wasting my talent. They said that I should do what I am good at, and that I insisted on studying archaeology, which was a waste, and that I could have created more value in the financial industry......

He babbled and didn't finish his words, a small slap fell lightly on his face, and he pressed it hard.

A soft sound came like a heavenly sound.

"Don't let your talent limit your life.".

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