The Lord's duty is to ensure the normal functioning of the world lines.
Of course, the Lord has the right to visit any line of the world.
The previous owner was a squatter at home and liked to squat at home and count money while playing. Chi Xiaochi was different. He was a master who liked to wander around.
Especially after coming out of the closet, he kept his ears clean, and after reporting to Lucas and his junior Chi Song, he completely disappeared with Lou Ying from the world.
"Cheng Yuan, how are you preparing?"
In the face of the agent's inquiry, Cheng Yuan held a thermos cup, took a sip of wolfberry tea, and gave a gentle "um".
The innocence and stage fright in his youth have long gone with the years, and now Cheng Yuan is still docile in life, but it is no longer because of cowardice, but to maintain his voice to the greatest extent.
Tonight is the finale of his first world tour, and he has to play nice.
In the afternoon, his rehearsal with the band has ended, and his main task now is to recharge his batteries.
Cheng Yuan was about to take a nap when his little assistant pushed in the door with a handful of incense: "It's a flower sent by Mr. Cheng."
Cheng Yuan smiled, ah, another Mr. Cheng.
After his special seal, everyone knew that Cheng Yuan liked lilies, but only Cheng Jian's flowers could be delivered to him accurately.
This is Mr. Cheng's selfishness.
Since the reincarnation, the relationship between the two brothers has become much better. Cheng Jian even set up a memorandum related to his younger brother, which records the details related to his younger brother that he seldom paid attention to in the past ten years. His attitude is very academic. The rigorous style of the Cheng family's ancestry.
Cheng Yuan took the flower, took a sniff, took the card on the flower, and asked casually, "Did it come from Xiaoyan?"
"It was sent by the flower delivery company." The little assistant said with a smile, "I know you are resting here, and you are sending such good lilies, who else is there besides Mr. Cheng? By the way, the little brother also said, you have the same Something to give him. Did you make an appointment with Mr. Cheng? "
The agent heard something wrong and changed his face: "The original rest point was too far away. It was only changed this morning. Mr. Cheng should not know about it."
The moment Cheng Yuan opened the greeting card, he was sluggish for a moment.
Immediately, he got up in a hurry, with a hint of surprise in his panic: "Where is the person who sent the flowers?"
The agent thought it was a prank by a crazy fan, and took the flower in his arms: "Cheng Yuan, don't worry about it, we'll deal with this..."
Cheng Yuan grabbed the card tightly and ran straight out the door.
The little brother was still at the elevator entrance, looking very ordinary, waiting, seeing Cheng Yuan, and bowing in fear.
Cheng Yuan took the little brother and asked a few words, then turned back into the room: "Pen. Do you have a pen?"
Who has seen Cheng Yuan in this look
The manager was also confused, and handed him the pen in the bag: "Xiao Cheng, what's wrong? Do I need to call the police?"
"No." Cheng Yuan pulled a sheet of music sheet used to record inspiration, lowered his head and sketched a few strokes on it, his hands and lips were shaking a little, it didn't look like a fright, but a surprise to reunite with an old friend after a long absence.
"Tell Brother Lu." Cheng Yuan said to his agent seriously, "At night, if someone comes to the concert with this piece of paper, bring him to the 'that' position."
The agent was startled: "'that'? Is the person you said back?"
Cheng Yuan squinted his eyes and laughed, full of joy: "Well."
He had the cards that came with the lilies spread out in his hand.
"Cheng's younger brother, I don't know if the agreement will work or not. I'm here to listen to your concert today. Gift from Chi Xiaochi."
The concert at night was full of stars.
Cheng Yuan, a rookie in the music world, has become a hit in the music world because of his high-quality voice and excellent singing and composition. His live performances are even more amazing. Even CDs can't show the beauty of his vocals, so his concert ticket prices have been on the rise. , it is hard to get a vote.
Cheng Jian sat in the VIP seat and took care of the new jobs on the phone one by one.
He doesn't know music, he knows more about numbers, reports and business documents.
But Cheng Yuan's concert, he will come every time.
At the end of his work, he was about to shut down when he felt that someone was sitting beside him.
Cheng Jian followed Cheng Yuan to seven or eight concerts, and the seats around them were all vacant.
That was the best position in every game, and it was set by Cheng Yuan.
According to Cheng Yuan, this is the seat he reserved for an important friend, and no one can sit.
Cheng Jian listened with interest: "I can't sit either?"
Cheng Yuan couldn't understand his brother's face, and said seriously, "Well, my brother can't sit either."
Thinking back to the present, Cheng Jian reminded the visitor, "There is someone here."
The handsome young man in a turtleneck sweater nodded and smiled at him: "That's right. It's me."
His outstanding appearance gave Cheng Jian a vague sense of crisis. While searching for which star this was in his memory, he questioned him like the eldest brother: "Where's your ticket?"
The visitor handed him the ticket frankly.
Seeing the tickets, Cheng Jian couldn't help laughing.
It was a hand-painted ticket, and it looked a bit funny, but the cute little lamb in the corner was indeed drawn by his brother.
... his younger brother, who hand-painted a unique admission ticket for the person in front of him.
The agent followed, and Chong Cheng gradually bent over: "Mr. Cheng. This is Cheng Yuan's VIP."
After speaking, he showed a half-sincere, half-commercial smile to the unidentified VIP: "Mr. Chi, I wish you a happy viewing."
Cheng Jian began to be absent-minded, and couldn't help but ask a few questions. Whoever thought that the person who came here looked like an embroidered pillow was in fact a person. The answer was not leaking. At most, he only said that he was "Xiao Yuan's friend".
Cheng Jian was disturbed by the sudden accident and fidgeted until the lights flashed and Cheng Yuan took the stage.
"First of all, thank you for coming to my concert. Today is a very meaningful day for me..." Cheng Yuan didn't say the opening remarks that had been scheduled for a long time, but held the microphone tightly and turned his attention to the VIP seat. "I would like to thank an important friend who came to the scene today. This friend came across thousands of mountains and rivers. Without him, Cheng Yuan would not be where he is today. Therefore, today's first song, "Between My Heart" "Speaking", was all sung for him."
Fans were in an uproar and speculated that the secret guest was male or female.
Cheng Yuan clenched the microphone tightly, and his voice trembled a little when he started the sound.
However, Superman's talent makes his shaking seem so moving.
Countless hidden gossip shots were aimed at the front row, taking pictures of surprised or excited faces, and planning to go back and compare them one by one to determine who was the one Cheng Yuan said.
Everyone wants to know who Cheng Yuan's benefactor is and what secrets he has.
But I don't know if it was a lighting problem at the venue or something else, but no one took pictures of Chi Xiaochi.
He sits on the soft seat as still as a mountain, leaning on the armrest with one elbow, even if he does nothing, he should be the most dazzling existence.
However, where he sits on the camera is always a cloud of overexposed white light.
This night was extraordinarily long for Cheng Yuan.
Almost at the end of the singing, when the stage lift platform slowly fell and disappeared in front of the audience, Cheng Yuan took off his ears and rushed backstage. When he ran into the manager waiting in front of the makeup artist, Cheng Yuan's eyes lit up. For a moment: "Where's Mr. Chi?"
The agent swallowed: "I went down to find Mr. Chi during Encore, but he was no longer in his seat."
Cheng Yuan's eyes dimmed with surprise: "Did you tell him that I asked him to meet after the concert?"
The agent said: "I said it at the beginning. But even Mr. Cheng doesn't know when he left..."
"… Yes?"
Cheng Yuan muttered a word in disappointment.
I didn't even have time to say thank you...
But Chi Xiaochi didn't feel much regret.
Chi Xiaochi likes to meet again after a long absence, but he doesn't like to be grateful. That kind of scene was embarrassing to him and to the other party.
Therefore, when he came to see Shen Changqing, he didn't even leave a shadow on him.
It's sunny in Melbourne today.
The rain last night washed the leaves fresh and green. The freshly groomed backyard lawn smells of fresh grass, which can be smelled from a distance.
Shen Changqing held the leash in one hand, and lowered his hair in the other with a message, but before the notification text message "has arrived at the door" was sent, his hand suddenly became heavy.
The Labrador who was holding him didn't know what new continent he had discovered, so he rushed forward, causing Shen Changqing to stumble, and two freshly bought apples rolled out.
Shen Changqing didn't have time to take care of Apple, and greeted: "Hope, come here."
These days, the Labrador has accepted its new name well, but at this time, it is jumping around the mailbox in front of the cottage, barking and spinning, as if it smells kindness The taste of acquaintances.
There was no one on the long street, and Shen Changqing was relieved. He chased Apple back, picked up the leash, and stroked the dog's big head slightly, as punishment.
To figure out what Hope was up to, he opened the mailbox.
Nothing special in there, just the local newspaper that was thrown in this morning.
But when he picked up the newspaper and was about to roll it up and spank the Labrador, a letter slipped from the gap in the newspaper.
Shen Changqing's heart suddenly jumped wildly.
Not fear, but a little nervousness and joy.
The letter did not state to whom it was addressed, nor was it sealed.
He just tilted the flap of the envelope a little, and a thin thing slipped into his palm.
… a photo.
A picture of him holding Hope.
No, at that time, Hope was still called Help.
At that time, it was still very small, and there was no wild di who could energetically jump for more than half an hour on a leash like it is now.
The photos have been carefully plasticized for maintenance, and there is no trace of wear and tear over the years.
In countless desperate days and nights, this photo gave him a flame of hope.
He was holding this seedling in the cold gold and jade pile of brocade clothes and jade food, in the severe winter of reality, just like a child who sells matches and is about to freeze to death in a fairy tale.
Until that person came, helped him, burned that spark into a huge flame, burned the cage, and returned him his freedom.
He will be grateful for the rest of his life.
Holding this photo from a different dimension, Shen Changqing cherished the photo that witnessed his darkest days in his heart in the long street with no one in front and behind, and silently recited the names of those two people.
Chi Xiaochi, 061.
I don't know if Mr. Chi has waited for the person he is waiting for...
Shen Changqing's reverie was interrupted by a greeting.
"Why don't you come in. The meal is going to be cold."
Zhao Guanlan, a lawyer wearing a blue floral apron, was at the door of the villa, a little bit less vicious, and a little bit more fireworks.
Shen Changqing smiled tenderly, tiptoed playfully, used the empty envelope as his palm, and gave a military salute: "Yes, Mr. Lawyer."
May Mr. Chi already have a door open for him at any time, and there are people he likes in the door.