"Shashasha..."
The scratching sound of a pencil falling on an exercise book creates a quiet and comfortable atmosphere.
A ray of sunlight passing through the window reflected on Xiaoya's lowered eyebrows and nodding, and her white and rosy cheeks looked particularly serious.
Her mother sat next to her, quietly winding a coil of copper wire taken from the factory.
Everything is silent.
"Ding ding ding—"
A cheerful video ringtone interrupted the peace in the room.
The mother put down the unwrapped coil and turned on the Internet video. The crow's feet at the corners of her eyes spread out sincerely.
"beep-"
However, when the video was connected, the smiling mother suddenly covered her mouth and her eyes suddenly turned red.
"What's going on? Huh? What's wrong with you? Why is there blood? What happened?"
The rustling sound stopped.
Xiaoya stopped writing and looked over.
"It's okay, it's okay. I, I thought I would never see you again. Don't worry, you're fine. Life Internet Insurance saved me..."
In the video, a man covered in blood looked at his wife with a look of despair on his face. His expression seemed to be smiling or crying.
The voice couldn't stop shaking.
Behind him, several steam locomotives could be vaguely stacked on top of each other. Debris was everywhere on the ground, and thick smoke billowed from the scene.
"There was... a car accident?" Xiaoya's mother reacted with a nervous look on her face.
Xiaoya's father said "yes" and nodded: "Don't worry about me, I'm fine. I just want to tell you that I'm safe. The Chamber of Commerce will send someone to take me back. I will go home soon."
Xiaoya's mother nodded repeatedly: "As long as it's okay, it'll be okay."
After hanging up the video, Xiaoya walked over and asked hesitantly: "Mom, dad was in a car accident?"
The mother nodded, suddenly hugged her and started crying.
Xiaoya had never seen her mother cry so hard.
She stood there stiffly, hugging her mother helplessly, and she didn't know how to say a word of comfort with her clumsy mouth.
It wasn't until she saw the news report an hour later that she realized why her mother was crying so hard.
At nine o'clock this morning, a major traffic accident occurred in the newly opened Weiwei underground corridor. Eight cars were damaged to varying degrees.
However, because the injured driver activated the life insurance in time, no one was killed in this traffic accident.
The news included a video.
The video was taken by a passing driver. From the video, you can see seven or eight steam cars colliding and stacking on top of each other, emitting billowing black smoke.
The six lanes in both directions were strewn with car parts and even cargo.
The scene was chaotic.
Countless passing drivers rushed to save people.
Fortunately, there was a magician at the scene, who controlled the magician's hands to tear the deformed car apart and pull out the injured.
Xiaoya looked back and forth several times before she could barely find her father from the clothes.
The moment Xiaoya recognized her father, her scalp went numb.
In the video, the father's face was covered in blood, his clothes were in tatters, and when he was taken out by the hands of the mage, his arms were unnaturally twisted, which was extremely horrifying.
No wonder my mother burst into tears!
It turned out that she almost... lost her father.
"Thank you, great God of the Internet, thank you! Thank you!"
My mother, who was also watching the news, couldn't help but have red eyes again. She put her fists in her hands and put them on her chin, with a face full of pious thanks.
Xiaoya silently watched her mother's prayer, and for the first time she understood that this was what the teacher said about God's love for the world.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, my father sent another video. He had successfully returned to Willis City and had dug out the fragments from his body with the help of doctors from the Chamber of Commerce.
He is expected to go home tomorrow.
This made Xiaoya and her daughter breathe a long sigh of relief.
At night, Xiaoya accidentally logged onto the Internet Q&A and wrote in the search box: "I want to thank the God of the Internet. How can I contact him?"
After pressing the OK virtual key, the page jumped, and similar questions were asked one after another.
Most of them are about how to see the gods.
Xiaoya rummaged through them one by one, and soon she saw a similar question.
[Internet medical treatment cured my eye disease. I am particularly grateful to the God of the Internet. However, the God of the Internet has no church. How can I thank the God of the Internet? Thanks!]
Not many people answered this question, only seven or eight if I counted carefully.
Gao Zan gave a clever reply: "Using the Internet is the greatest gratitude to the God of the Internet."
This answer obviously cannot satisfy Xiaoya.
She flipped through it again, and at the last one, she found a more serious answer.
"Theoretically, you can express your gratitude to the God of the Internet through the government-civilian interaction page of the official website of Kver in the "Internet Mailbox"! However, the God of the Internet has many things to do, so it is hard to say whether he can see your message. .According to rumors, this mailbox has been managed by his subordinate god."
This answer made Xiaoya's eyes light up.
She quickly jumped to the official website of Keville, and found the Internet mailbox in the complicated function interface.
She opened the mailbox excitedly, looked at the letter paper that flashed out, and was about to concentrate on writing a thank you letter.
With her heart in mind, she suddenly slapped her forehead, quickly got out of bed, found her schoolbag, took out the Chinese textbook, found a letter article, looked at the standard letter format, and then started to write it carefully.
"Hello, great God of the Internet, my name is Polya, everyone calls me Xiaoya..."
This writing took two hours.
This thank-you letter almost took out all the ink in her stomach.
Out of a girl's sensitivity and precocious wisdom, she revised some words over and over again countless times. Only after she was sure that there were no problems, she read them twice and confirmed to send them.
When the thank you letter was sent, she was a little excited, a little ashamed, and a little embarrassed and buried her head in the pillow.
After a while, she finally came to her senses and thought: "The God of the Internet is so busy, he will definitely not be able to read her letter."
Thinking of this, the shame in her heart dissipated a little, and then she still wandered around the forum in the middle of the night with random thoughts, and then she fell asleep.
The next morning, she woke up early.
The first thing I did was to log on to the official website of Kerver to see if the Internet God had responded.
As a result, it became clear that the great god of the Internet was not replying to his humble people.
This made Xiaoya a little disappointed.
However, she had already gotten the answer from the Internet Q&A community and various forums, so she was mentally prepared and was not surprised.
In fact, this little bit of disappointment was quickly washed away by the joy of his father's return.
At eleven o'clock in the morning, my father returned home.
Many relatives and friends came to the house, and everyone gathered around my father, looking at him and marveling.
My father also seemed to be a different person. He became more talkative and talked about various details of the accident, which made everyone sigh.
Xiaoya sat next to her father and listened to the adults' conversation. She was no longer as bored as before.
"Is this Ms. Polya's house?"
While everyone was chatting, a voice of inquiry suddenly came from the door.
Everyone stretched out their heads to look, and their expressions suddenly changed. They could no longer sit still and stood up in fear.
—At the entrance of the courtyard, a group of people gathered around a magister wearing a red robe that symbolized power and status.
If you look closely, you will see that the people around the red-robed mage are all important people from Scott, such as the Lord of the Scott City Lord's Mansion.
Xiaoya's father bowed his waist and approached him anxiously.
Xiaoya hid behind her mother with some fear, wondering why there were so many important people in the family.
The father chatted with these people for a few words, and suddenly they all looked at her.
This made Xiaoya's face pale.
The father came over and said with a look of disbelief: "Xiaoya, you, have you written a letter to the great God of the Internet?"