After Shen Mo changed his clothes, there was a sudden burst of restless noise outside the fitting room.
There were occasional screams amid the restless noises.
Shen Mo walked out of the fitting room, adjusting his collar, and glanced casually at the door, as if he was already accustomed to this.
Baili Xin looked over curiously: "What's going on?"
Shen Mo was adjusting his clothes in front of the mirror, "Luo Mei is here, it's just the fans screaming. Come and help me fix the back of my shirt, it's not comfortable."
Baili Xin stood up from the chair and walked to Shen Mo. On the clear and bright mirror, a pair of handsome men were reflected opposite.
Seeing the two people standing side by side in the mirror, Shen Mo suddenly laughed.
Baili Xin: "What are you laughing at?"
"Look in the mirror," Shen Mo's smile gradually widened, "A pair of white shirts, wouldn't it be more appropriate if the background behind them was changed to red?"
A pair of white shirts...
Red background...
After thinking for two seconds, Baili Xin immediately understood the implication of Shen Mo's words.
Baili Xin raised his eyes and glanced at Shen Mo sideways: "I am really marrying up to be able to take a marriage certificate with the movie emperor Shen Mo."
Shen Mo's smile got bigger, and he suddenly put his arm through Baili Xin's waist, instantly bringing the two of them closer: "It's okay, I'll help you climb."
There was a smile in his voice when he spoke, and the soft bass sound penetrated into his ears. Baili Xin suddenly felt his earlobes getting hot, and his cheeks were also burning hot.
This sound.
My ears are about to get pregnant.
Shen Mo clasped Baili Xin's waist with one hand, and slowly pulled up the young man's shirt along his tight waistline with the other hand. His palm naturally grasped Baili Xin's hand and guided him into the back of his collar.
"Please feel it for me. Is there something on my clothes? It's itchy."
The cold touch did not extinguish Baili Xin's burning body temperature. His heart began to beat wildly uncontrollably. His fingers trembled as he touched the man's shirt and felt something of an obviously different texture.
Pulling the thing out, Baili Xin took it in his hand and took a look: "It's tape, it's stuck to the inside of your shirt. It shouldn't itch now, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man grabbed Baili Xin's hand again.
This time he did not let Baili Xin go. Instead, he inserted his five fingers into the back of Baili Xin's hand, clasped his ten fingers together and pulled the other's hand into his collar again.
"It's still a little itchy, scratch it for me."
Baili Xin blushed, and she bent her fingers slightly and scratched the back of Shen Mo's neck with her nails, "Here?"
Shen Mo: "Go down a little further."
Unconsciously, the two of them gradually came to the wall. Baili Xin leaned his back against the cold wall, slightly tiptoed and stretched his hot fingers to his back, "Here?"
He raised his head and asked the man, his forehead just resting on Shen Mo's chin.
When their eyes met, Baili Xin's breathing suddenly became heavier.
The man lowered his head and made eye contact with the young man. His sticky eyes seemed to be pulling strings. "Yes, right here. Use a little more force."
His mind suddenly exploded with a buzzing sound. Baili Xin frantically scratched the man's hands a few times, scratching his nails across his shoulders and neck. He quickly pulled out his nails, and said in a voice that was a little angry and embarrassed: "Alright!"
Shen Mo leaned one hand against the wall, his shirt with two buttons unbuttoned hung messily on his shoulders, revealing his straight wheat-colored chest.
"Please help me tie my clothes. My hands and feet are not very convenient."
Baili Xin's cheeks were burning, "."
You have healthy hands and feet, how can it be inconvenient
"Hurry up, someone is about to come in from outside." Shen Mo did not let Baili Xin go and urged.
The noise outside seemed to be much closer. Baili Xin stared at the chest in front of him in a daze. His Adam's apple rolled heavily, and he numbly reached out his hand to help the man button his clothes one by one.
When he tied the last one, the young man, as if possessed by a demon, gently brushed his fingers across the man's collarbone, rubbing it with his fingertips, and refused to let go.
After touching for two or three seconds, he finally realized what he had done and quickly retracted his fingers as if he had been electrocuted.
The man's palm once again stopped the young man's action.
He forcefully pressed the young man's palm and put it against his chest: "Like it? If you like it, touch it more. I'll let you touch it. You can touch it as much as you want. It's all yours."
Baili Xin: “.”
(w＼), damn, how come this bastard is so good at flirting in this copy, woo woo.
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Studio.
Ahhh, this damn atmosphere.
Boss: Everything that belongs to you is yours. I am yours, and my body is yours.
The boss of this copy is so good, I hope the bosses of other copies can learn from him.
It’s rolled up. Is it rolled up now
We didn't kiss each other, but why do I feel like they're on the bed? Woohoo, her face is yellow.
…
999-story tower.
The man silently picked up a notebook from his side.
There were already a lot of notes densely written on the notebook. As I flipped through it, I vaguely saw the words "pearl", "like ice cubes", and "like big and intense".
Turning to the very back of the book, the man picked up a pen and wrote a few words in a flamboyant style: sense of atmosphere, like breasts (enough!).
After writing, the man is still there
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There was a knock on the door, and a few seconds later the door opened from the inside.
Shen Mo looked at the woman knocking on the door outside and asked calmly, "Teacher Luo, is there anything wrong?"
Luo Mei stood outside the door, glanced inside, and her eyes fell on Baili Xin who was leaning against the wall awkwardly for a few seconds. Finally, she withdrew her gaze meaningfully and looked at Shen Mo's neck.
The woman spoke elegantly: "What's wrong with your neck, Teacher Shen? Why is it so red? Are you okay?"
Shen Mo reached out and touched his neck. "It's okay. It was scratched by the kitten. The little guy didn't know the severity of the injury. There's no bleeding. It will heal in a while. Is there anything you need from me, Teacher Luo?"
Shen Mo asked again.
A trace of reluctance flashed across the woman's eyes, and the reluctance flashed away. The woman still said, "Your role for today is over. You are a busy person, and I usually can't spare the time. It's rare that we are both free, so please make time to have dinner together."
She paused, her eyes slowly falling on Baili Xin in the distance: "Who is this little brother? I don't think I've seen him before. He's very handsome. Is he also an actor?"
Shen Mo turned sideways to block the woman's scrutiny: "He is..."
"My name is Baili Xin, and I'm Mr. Shen Mo's personal nurse," Baili Xin interrupted Shen Mo, "Actor Luo Mei, you are actually the actress Luo Mei! I thought I was hallucinating just now, my God, I actually saw the actress Luo Mei in person in my lifetime!"
Under Shen Mo's ambiguous gaze, Baili Xin rushed forward in two steps. He stood in front of Luo Mei, his cheeks appropriately blushing, his eyes sparkling with excitement, "Teacher Luo, you have always been my goddess. Can I have your autograph?"
Luo Mei looked at Baili Xin and said seductively, "Is an autograph enough? Don't you want to have dinner with me?"
The excitement in the young man's eyes grew stronger: "Is it possible?!"
Luo Mei: "Of course, I have time today at noon, Shen Mo, do you want to come with me?"
Shen Mo stared at the star-chasing young man's profile: "..."
Do I have a second choice
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"Hahaha, so that's how you two met."
In the private room, the woman smiled gracefully, as if she was a cheongsam beauty who had walked out of a painting. Her every frown and smile carried the unique charm and flavor of that era. She was charming but not vulgar, elegant but not arrogant. She could easily become the focus of others with every move she made.
A strand of slightly curly hair fell down, and the woman lightly lifted her little finger and gently swept the strand of hair behind her ear. She held her chin with one hand and looked at the young man opposite: "Speaking of which, we two are also predestined. In our ignorance, we both played the same role."
The young man's cheeks were flushed as always. He sat awkwardly opposite and stammered, "Yes, yes, I didn't expect it. It's my honor, Mr. Luo."
"Why call me Teacher Luo?" The woman lowered her forehead slightly, revealing her slender neck. "Since we are so destined to be together, you can just call me 'Sister Mei'. That's what my friends around me call me."
The young man stirred the tablecloth, too nervous to look up at the woman opposite him: "Okay, Mei... Sister Mei."
Shen Mo silently took a sip of tea.
It’s so bitter.
Luo Mei elegantly took out a business card from her bag and handed it over. The woman exuded a kind of charm and refinement from the inside out, and even her nails were painted an elegant vermilion. "Here, this is my sister's business card, and it has my phone number on it."
The young man stood up from his chair, flattered, and carefully pinched the two corners of the business card with both hands, fearing that it would be damaged. "Thank you, Mr. Luo... uh, Sister Mei."
Seeing the young man accept the business card, Luo Mei stood up gracefully, "I have another announcement this afternoon, so I'll leave first. You guys can enjoy your meal. Xiao Xin, let's get together often when you're free. You don't have to see me off."
With a blushing face, the young man watched Luo Mei leave shyly. He instantly put away the shyness on his face, casually slumped down on the seat, and exhaled heavily, "I'm so tired."
Shen Mo: “…”
Huh? Pretending
Hmm, that's strange, the bitter tea just now seems to have become sweet.
Baili Xin casually picked up the phone from his pocket and sent a message according to the phone number: Hello Sister Mei, I am Baili Xin. This is my phone number, please keep it.
Half a minute later, Luo Mei came back: OK [gesture], saved, Xiao Xin.
After saving Luo Mei's phone number, Baili Xin leaned back in his chair and stretched, looking sideways at Shen Mo, who had a somewhat dazed expression: "Let's go."
Shen Mo: "Where are you going?"
Baili Xin supported Shen Mo's shoulders and sat up straighter: "You'll know when you get there."
Half an hour later, around two o'clock in the afternoon, the two arrived at the Jinhai Luxury Apartments.
At this time, Shen Mo had already disguised himself, and after putting on a pair of black-framed glasses, he looked like a teacher.
They came here in a taxi and passed by a toy store on the way. Baili Xin got off the car and bought a children's toy in a large package.
Later, they passed by a health product store and Baili Xin got off the car and bought a bunch of health products.
On the way, Shen Mo did not ask Baili Xin where he was going. When they stood at the door of Jinhai Luxury Apartment, Shen Mo looked Baili Xin up and down with deep eyes: "I didn't expect you to be so proactive. You want to go home with me? Then let's go?"
Baili Xin: “???”
I’m not, I didn’t, stop talking nonsense!
Seeing that he was about to be dragged to Shen Mo's residence, Baili Xin quickly stopped him and pointed in a direction, "I want to go there!"
Shen Mo looked in the direction of Baili Xin's finger, a hint of regret flashed in his eyes, and he followed Baili Xin silently, with a somewhat aggrieved expression.
Baili Xin: “.”
You're not feeling wronged at all.
A day later, Baili Xin knocked on the old man's door again.
There were still sporadic noises inside, but after a while, the old man opened the door and looked at Baili Xin and Shen Mo warily: "Why are you here again? Didn't I tell you that your sister's disappearance has nothing to do with us? Don't bother us all the time, or I'll call the police."
"I am now
I came here specially to give you this," Baili Xin held the toys and health products in front of him before the old man closed the door, "We were rude yesterday, and today I came here specially to apologize to you and give you and your child a little gift."
Don't hit a smiling person. The old man's rejection expression froze for a moment. He stared at the health care products and his expression eased a lot. "Is that so? Then come in and talk. It's a rare visit for you, and I can't let you leave without sitting down. The shoe covers are on the shoe cabinet, put them on yourself."
Compared with the first time, the old man was obviously much kinder this time.
"Have you found your sister?" the old man asked after pouring them two glasses of water in disposable paper cups and slowly sitting down.
"Alas, not yet." Baili Xin shook his head and sighed, "She was not found in the surveillance video either. It's as if she disappeared from the face of the earth."
The old man said: "The child is already that old, maybe she just went somewhere to relax. Don't worry, she will be fine."
Baili Xin: "Thank you for your good words."
There was a loud "clattering" sound coming from the stairs, and a huge body pounced directly towards the toys from the basement.
The old man frowned upon seeing this, his eyes revealing his unconcealed disgust and fear.
"Be good, Goudan, go play over there with your toys."
The big boy drooled, holding the huge toy in both hands, and walked to the corner of the hall, shaking his head. He sat down and chewed the wrapping paper, looking not very smart.
Seeing this, the old man sighed and went over to help him open the package. Goudan immediately played with the toys inside and forgot himself.
Baili Xin: "How old is this child?"
Old man: "16 years old."
Baili Xin: "He's already 16 years old, so his mother gave birth to the child when she was a minor?"
"No, how could that be..." The old man who was about to drink water paused, looked at Baili Xin warily, and raised his voice involuntarily: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"
Baili Xin: "According to the information, Luo Mei is only 33 years old. She said that she is an only child, her mother died early, and there is only one father in the family. You also said that this child is your grandson, so isn't that Luo Mei's son? Am I wrong in my reasoning?"
The old man stared at Baili Xin blankly.
Shen Mo was playing with his phone out of boredom, while Baili Xin was looking at the old man quietly.
The two of you looked at each other, your eyes fixed on each other. In the huge space, there was no other sound except the sound of a big boy playing with toys in the distance.
Everything seemed to stand still.
I don't know how much time passed before the old man suddenly stood up like a spring toy that had just been wound up, puffing his beard and glaring, "What Luo Mei, what are you talking about? I don't understand!"
"You are Luo Mei's father. Although you have tried your best to distance yourself from each other, the Internet has memory. Once something is recorded, it may never completely disappear. The most prestigious actress in country X actually gave birth to a child out of wedlock. I believe this news will attract a lot of media, right?" Baili Xin smiled and looked at the old man. "You probably don't want to see a generation of actresses involved in such negative news, right? Since I didn't go to the media first, but came to see you, it shows my sincerity."
"I just want some answers. If you tell me, I'll leave right away. From today on, everything about Luo Mei will be completely removed from my mind."
"If you kick me out now, your house will be swarmed by the media in less than two hours."
"Smart people should know how to choose, right?"
The old man's skin was red and white in patches, but Goudan, who had the IQ of a three-year-old, understood nothing about the adult world. His heart and eyes were filled with the innocent world of childhood.
After a long time, the old man sat down again angrily, "Are you really not going to talk nonsense? Do you want money? How much money can satisfy you?"
Baili Xin: "I don't want money, and I don't lack money. If I wanted money, I wouldn't look for you, but Luo Mei directly. I came to you because only you can answer this question."
The old man looked at Bai suspiciously.
Risin: “What’s the problem?”
Baili Xin stared at the old man: "Do you feel that your daughter's personality has changed a lot? It's like she has become a different person."
The old man avoided Baili Xin's gaze and said, "I don't understand what you are saying."
Baili Xin: "Don't understand? Then I'll be more direct. Is this Luo Mei your daughter now?"
The old man's face turned pale, he breathed heavily, and his speech became incoherent.
"My daughter, how can she not be my daughter? The daughter now is my daughter. She is smart, excellent and rich. This is my precious daughter."
"Oh, so you've already noticed that your daughter has been replaced, but you think the current 'daughter' is better, so you naturally accepted this monster that occupied your daughter's body, but forgot that this monster strangled your daughter alive and replaced your daughter's life that should have been brilliant and glorious, right?" Shen Mo didn't know when he had put down his phone. He stared at the old man with cold eyes, cruelly tearing off the hypocritical appearance, "Not only did you not avenge your daughter, you also spoiled the murderer as your own daughter. If your daughter is still alive, do you think she would be sad? The only relative in the world, after all, interests lost to family affection."
The old man tripped over a chair in panic. He got up from the ground in a panic, his face flushed and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Yes, so what! Compared to my previous useless daughter, this daughter is simply God's second blessing!"
"If she wasn't a loser, how could she have gotten pregnant by those old guys?"
"You said you wanted to realize your dream, but what happened? Didn't you just become someone else's toy?"
"But my daughter is different! She is confident and excellent. She easily stood at the top of the pyramid. She is a child of destiny."
"I don't want the previous daughter at all. This daughter is the one I want!"
The old man vented hysterically: "What do you know?!"
"Have you ever been in debt? I owed a lot of debt to treat my cheap wife's illness."
"I had hoped my daughter would become a successful person, but she turned out to be a money-loser. She got pregnant at such a young age, how can she get married?!"
"I have worked all my life just hoping to enjoy a comfortable retirement. This is the only small hope I have. Why is it so difficult?! So what if she is not my original daughter? I have already seen that she is not my original daughter. So what? She gives me money."
After talking for a long time without restraint, the old man stopped panting.
In the hall, the only sound was the old man's breathing.
Even Goudan, who was playing with toys nearby, stopped and stared at the old man with a pair of confused eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, Baili Xin asked, "How long has it been since your daughter called you 'father'? Is it enough to just give her money?"
These words were like a bomb, shattering the heart of the old man who had refused to bow his head.
He collapsed, covering his face with his hands and wailing, then hid in the corner and cried bitterly.
Goudan looked blankly at his grandpa who was crying bitterly. He dropped the toy in his hand and crawled to the old man with his hands and feet. He wiped his tears with his sleeve helplessly: "Don't cry, don't cry. Blow it, don't cry, Daddy."
"What dad? I've told you so many times, call me grandpa!" The old man pushed Goudan away with disgust on his face.
He pointed at the shivering Gou Dan on the ground and said, "Look what my useless daughter left me. She left behind a useless little thing that can't even say its name."
Goudan had never seen his grandfather with such a ferocious expression. He huddled in the corner, trembling, with fear in his eyes.
He tried to curl himself up into a ball, but his huge body was extremely fragile and his urine flowed uncontrollably.
The old man wiped away the tears from his eyes. He did not comfort Goudan as he did before. Instead, he watched his embarrassment with cold eyes. The corners of his mouth raised a cruel arc, laughing at the boy's misery. "I hate him. If it weren't for him, my daughter would still be fine."
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"What if your daughter is in the body of someone you hate? Will you regret treating him like this?" An abrupt voice sounded in the corner of the room. The old man looked in the direction of the voice in surprise, and saw a man dressed in black slowly walking out of the darkness.
He was wearing a black robe in ancient style, with glittering gold-plated totem patterns on it.
The man had long hair half tied behind his head, a stern gaze, and a superior temperament.
Shen Mo frowned and looked at the uninvited guest.
Old man: "You, who are you? How did you get into my house?! Get out, all of you, get out, or I'll call the police!"
The man in black ignored him and walked straight to Baili Xin's side. "I heard you were looking for me, so I came here right away. Am I not late?"
Baili Xin looked at the little King of Hell who was wearing the King of Hell's clothes and patted his shoulder, "No, you came just in time."
The old man opened his eyes wide and glared at the three people angrily: "What on earth do you do?"
Little King of Hell: "Don't worry about who we are. Today I am here to tell you that your daughter is inside this stupid big guy in front of you."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Baili Xin, his face full of innocence that was "seeking praise", "You asked Hei Wuchang to send me a message before, and I checked the soul of his daughter in the underworld, and she didn't enter the underworld. And according to the Book of Life and Death, her daughter's life span was a full eighty-five years. But her child was not so lucky, and died when he was a few years old."
Baili Xin looked at the older boy hiding in the corner, "You mean after her son died, her soul was locked in this body?"
The little King of Hell nodded vigorously: "Xinxin is really smart, that's what I mean!"
The old man stood there in a daze. He looked down at Goudan, then looked at the three strange men, and finally his eyes fell on Goudan again.
The old man: "You three lunatics, where did you come from? What are you doing here? You say Goudan is my daughter, how can Goudan be my daughter? Are you crazy?"
"Look at him, he's such a bear."
Everyone's eyes fell on Goudan.
Huo Ran received so many gazes, and Goudan's body trembled even more violently. He used his hands and feet to crawl towards the wall, as if he could hide himself inside the wall if he tried a little harder.
"No, don't come over here."
"Don't look at me, don't undress me."
"Dad, help me. Dad, save me. I'm scared, I'm so scared."
Goudan was drooling and speaking incoherently.
The old man stood stiffly where he was, his eyes fixed on Goudan in disbelief.
Seeing that he could not crawl anymore, Goudan simply curled himself up into a ball and buried his head deep into his chest like an ostrich.
A vague sound came from the gap and reached everyone's ears.
"Malan flowers bloom on the twenty-fifth and the twenty-sixth, twenty-fifth and the twenty-seventh, twenty-five and the twenty-eighth, twenty-nineth and thirty-oneth."
"Little tadpole, you are so good and nice. You are pulling your dad to find your mom."
"Mom's eyes are bright and shining, like the little stars in the sky."
Weird nursery rhymes kept coming out of Goudan's mouth, and with every word, the old man's face showed more shock.
Finally, the old man roared in despair, rushed over and shook Goudan's shoulders vigorously, and asked with his eyes wide open: "Who taught you this! Who told you that? Ah! Tell me!"
Goudan was so frightened that he burst into tears and begged for mercy: "Dad, I was wrong, Dad."
The old man looked at Goudan in front of him with horror. He quickly let go of Goudan as if frightened, stumbled backwards, and staggered for several steps before stopping.
He stared at the crying Goudan, as if today was the first day they met each other.
After Goudan was freed, he immediately got up from the ground and hid his huge body in the basement quickly.
The door slammed shut, and the old man looked at the stairs in a daze.
Full of disbelief.
It was a long time before he remembered that there were three other people in the room.
He looked at the three people blankly: "Who are you?"
The little King of Hell raised his head slightly and said, "It seems that I can no longer hide it. Since you asked sincerely, I will be merciful and tell you. I am the Lord of Hell."
The old man licked his dry lips and stared at the little King of Hell for two seconds. "King of Hell? Which King of Hell?"
Little King of Hell: "Is there a second King of Hell besides the one who governs the underworld?"
The old man sat dejectedly in the chair, still unable to digest this huge amount of information.
After being in a daze for two minutes, he looked at the three people again: "What on earth is going on?"
If he hadn't experienced his daughter being swapped before, he might not be so accepting now. But since there are such weird things as soul swapping, it's nothing that the King of Hell really exists, right
Baili Xin: "We also want to ask you what happened. First, let's check the timeline. When did you find out that your daughter was replaced?"
The old man licked his lips again. "My daughter has dreamed of becoming a singer since she was young. Our family is poor. In order to help support the family, she went to a barbecue stall to sing with a mobile speaker when she was just 18 years old. When she makes a lot of money in a night, she can make 1,000 to 2,000 yuan."
"When she was 19, she was discovered by a talent scout. The talent scout said that she could be packaged as a queen in the music industry and her future was limitless. My daughter was taken to sign a talent agency contract without knowing what was going on. Later, she found out that it was all a scam."
"In the following year or so, the agency did not arrange any proper work for her. Instead, they dressed her up in fancy clothes to accompany clients."
"My daughter refused, so the agency offered a huge penalty. The penalty was too much, and we simply couldn't afford it. My daughter didn't tell me about it because she was afraid I would worry. I thought my daughter was singing in a legitimate singing company."
"Later, my daughter came home pregnant, and I learned the truth."
"A few months later, my daughter gave birth to a child." The old man looked towards the basement with a complicated look in his eyes. "It was Goudan. The child did not have regular medical checkups during pregnancy, so we didn't know at first that he had Down syndrome. In addition, his umbilical cord was entangled around his neck when he was born, so his intelligence was affected since birth. The doctor asserted that his intelligence level would not exceed that of a three-year-old."
"This child is the child of one of those big guys. But no one cares about a sick child, but this is also a handle." The old man sighed, "Perhaps they want to compensate my daughter, or perhaps to make her shut up, they agreed to let my daughter debut as a singer."
"My daughter changed her age."
"She was actually already in her twenties when she debuted, but female singers who debuted in their twenties were not competitive in the market, so when she debuted, her agency announced that she was only 20 years old."
"In the past few years, my daughter has come home to see me whenever she is free, and she also brings some delicious food for Goudan."
"But I face this child every day. Whenever I see this child, I think of those bad men. I also think of my daughter's stupidity. I get so angry when I see her becoming more and more timid. For a while, I kept thinking, if only I could go back in time, if only my daughter could become as confident and outstanding as other stars."
"Then there came a day when she really changed."
"She was confident, elegant, and wealthy. She still gave me money, but she never came to see me again, and she never called me father again. I went to the crew to look for her once, and although she was polite and gentle, her eyes were cold and indifferent. She was not my daughter at all. From that moment on, I knew she was not my daughter."
"But I was obsessed at the time. I felt that this was the daughter I wanted, such an outstanding daughter, such a daughter who was so high and mighty and never bullied, so dazzling and shining. I happily accepted her, and she later bought this house for us in the Jinhai Luxury Apartment, and asked Goudan and I to move in, and she also considerately found a live-in nanny for us."
“The only downside is
, she has never been here once. When I call her, it is always her assistant who answers the phone. "
"I want to see her, but only through the TV screen."
"Years later, when the passion fades, I will always think of my daughter from time to time, the daughter who would pull my sleeve and call me 'Dad' coquettishly, the daughter who would massage me and cook for me when my chest hurt, the daughter who would put aside all work and rush back to spend the holidays with me."
"When it's late at night and everyone is asleep, I often ask myself what I really want."
"Is it a life that others envy? Or the feeling of being high and mighty? Every time I think of these, my daughter's sweet smile comes to my mind. I now have a daughter who is a household name and a celebrity, and live in a big house that is out of reach for others, but I feel pain here," the old man poked his chest, "I used a daughter who could treat me sincerely, but in exchange for a cold and unfamiliar celebrity. I feel uncomfortable, I miss my daughter, not this fake daughter, but my real daughter with flesh and blood."
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Studio.
Alas, there are some precious things whose value you only realize when you lose them.
I felt the same way after hearing this.
There is no empathy in the world. Only when it happens to yourself can you feel the real emotions.
But we can learn a lesson. Parents should calmly accept their children's ordinariness. There are thousands of people in the world, but we only have one relative. Do you want a cold and perfect daughter with gold trim hanging on the wall, or an ordinary daughter with sincere feelings? This story has told us the answer.
But it's still scary to think about it. He knew from the beginning that the person was not his daughter, and his daughter might even have been killed by the invader, but he actually accepted it with pleasure. It was only because he was neglected later that he recalled the kindness of his real daughter. But if this fake daughter treated him like his real daughter, would he still miss his real daughter? To put it bluntly, it was still selfish desires that were at work. The fake daughter satisfied his desire for money and status, but could not give him true love. Now that he has no worries about food and clothing, he begins to miss true love. The real daughter satisfied his desire for true love, but who knows if he will miss the comfortable life brought by the fake daughter again
… Damn, brother, you are so good, this analysis is absolutely amazing. I instantly no longer feel sorry for this old man. He deserves it. The one I feel the most sorry for is indeed the poor real daughter, she is really miserable.
I seem to understand it all of a sudden, thank you for your analysis. You are my God!
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