Chapter 276: #Eighty-eight of the up-and-coming main gods who are wandering around

The role of the Lord God is to ensure the proper functioning of each world line.

Of course, the Lord God has the right to travel to any world line for inspection.

The former Lord God is a home squatter, like to squat at home counting money to play, Xiaochi Chi is different, is a master like to wander around.

Especially after coming out of the closet, he wanted a clean slate, and after reporting to Lucas and the youngest child, Chi Song, he took Lou's shadow and completely disappeared from the world.

" Yuan Cheng , how are you getting ready?"

In response to the agent's inquiry, Yuan Cheng held a thermos cup, took a sip of goji berry tea and gave a gentle "mmm".

The youthfulness and stage fright have long since passed, and Yuan Cheng, nowadays, still lives a tame and quiet life, but no longer because of timidity, but in order to maximize the maintenance of his voice.

The night is the finale of his first world tour and he needs to play beautifully.

In the afternoon, he and the band had finished their pre-rehearsals, and the main task now was to refresh themselves.

Yuan Cheng was planning to take a nap when his little assistant pushed in the door with a handful of incense: "It's the flowers from Mr. Cheng."

Yuan Cheng laughs, Ah, the other Mr. Cheng.

After he became a god, everyone knew Yuan Cheng loved lilies, but the only ones that could be delivered to him with any accuracy were Jian Cheng's flowers.

This is a little selfishness of Mr. Cheng.

Since his reincarnation, the two brothers have become much better, Jian Cheng even created a special memo related to his brother, a record of the previous ten years are little attention to the details related to his brother, its attitude of academic, extremely strict style of the Cheng family ancestral.

Yuan Cheng took the flowers, sniffed them, took the card on them, and casually asked, "Did Xiao Yan send them here?"

"It's from the flower delivery company." The young assistant laughed and said, "Knowing that you are resting here and sending such a good lily, who else but Mr. Cheng could it be? By the way, that little brother also said that you have one thing to give him. Did you make an appointment with Mr. Cheng for something?"

The agent heard something wrong and changed his face: "The original resting place is too far away, this is only this morning to change the booking, Mr. Cheng should not know this place ah."

When Yuan Cheng opened the greeting card, he was stunned for a moment.

With that, he stood up hurriedly, panic tinged with a hint of surprise: "Where's the flower delivery guy?"

The agent thought it was a prank by a crazy fan and took the flowers in his arms: " Yuan Cheng , leave it alone, we'll take care of this ......"

Yuan Cheng, however, grabbed the card in a death grip and ran straight out the door.

The young man was still standing at the elevator, looking very ordinary, waiting, and bowed in fear when he saw Yuan Cheng.

Yuan Cheng pulled the little brother and asked him a couple of questions before folding back into the house, "A pen. Do you have a pen?"

Who has seen Yuan Cheng with this look?

The agent was also confused and handed him the pen in his bag, "Cheng, what's wrong? Do you need me to call the police?"

"No." Yuan Cheng pulled over a sheet of music paper used to record inspiration, and lowered his head to sketch a few strokes on it, his hand and lips shaking a bit, looking not like a shock but like a surprise of a long-awaited reunion with an old friend.

"Talk to Brother Lu." Yuan Cheng seriously said to his manager, "At night, if someone comes to the concert with this piece of paper, bring him to 'that' position."

The agent was startled for a moment: "'That'? Is that the one you're talking about back?"

Yuan Cheng narrowed his eyes and smiled, filled with joy: "Well."

The card that came with the lilies was spread out in his hand.

"Ching's little brother, I don't know if the agreement still works, but I'm here to listen to your concert today. Xiaochi Chi gift."

The evening concert was a star-studded affair.

Yuan Cheng, a new talent in the music industry, has become a hit in the singing world because of his high quality voice and excellent vocals, and his live performances are so good that even CDs cannot perfectly show the beauty of his vocals, so his concert ticket prices are all the way up and it is hard to get a ticket.

Jian Cheng sits in the VIP seat and takes care of all the new work on his phone.

He doesn't know music, he knows more about numbers, reports and business documents.

But Yuan Cheng's concerts, he must come to every show.

He was about to turn off his phone when his work was finished, when he felt someone drop in beside him.

Jian Cheng followed Yuan Cheng to seven or eight concerts, and the seats next to him were always vacant at each one.

That was the best position in every show, and it was booked by Yuan Cheng.

According to Yuan Cheng, it was a seat he reserved for an important friend, and no one was allowed to sit in it.

Jian Cheng was tasted: "I can't sit here too?"

Yuan Cheng, who could not read his brother's face, said seriously, "Well, brother can't sit either."

Thinking back to the present, out of that subtle sense of exclusivity, Jian Cheng reminded the visitor: "There's someone here."

The handsome young man in the turtleneck smiled at him with a nod, "That's right. That's me."

His overly distinguished appearance gave Jian Cheng a vague sense of crisis, and while searching his memory for which star this was, he interrogated him with the air of an elder brother: "Where's your ticket?"

The visitor handed him the ticket frankly.

When he saw the tickets, Jian Cheng couldn't stop smiling.

It was a hand-drawn ticket that looked a bit funny, but the cute little lamb sketch in the corner was indeed from his brother's handwriting.

...... his brother, hand-painted a unique admission ticket for the person in front of him.

The agent followed in and bent at Jian Cheng: "Mr. Cheng. This is Yuan Cheng's VIP."

With that, he gave a half-sincere, half-commercial smile to the unknown VIP: "Mr. Chi, I wish you a pleasant viewing."

Jian Cheng started to get distracted and couldn't help but ask a few questions, but the visitor looked like an embroidered pillow, but was actually a human being, answering without missing a beat, only saying he was "Yuan Xiao's friend" at most.

Jian Cheng was disturbed by the sudden surprise until the lights flashed and Yuan Cheng took the stage.

"First of all, thank you all for coming to my concert. Today is a very meaningful day for me ......" Yuan Cheng did not say the long-predetermined opening speech, but held the microphone tightly and turned his attention to the VIP seats, "I want to thank an important friend who came to the venue today I want to thank an important friend who is here today. Without him, Yuan Cheng would not be here today. So today's first song, 'Language Between Hearts', is entirely for him."

Fans were in an uproar, speculating whether the mystery guest was a man or a woman.

Yuan Cheng gripped the microphone tightly, and when he first opened his voice, his voice was a little shaky.

Yet superhuman talent makes all his jitters seem so moving.

Countless hidden gossip cameras were aimed at the front row, taking pictures of surprised or excited faces with the intention of going back and sifting through them one by one to determine who is the one Yuan Cheng is talking about.

Everyone would like to know who Yuan Cheng's benefactor is and what secrets he has to offer.

But I don't know if it was the lighting or something else, but no one got a picture of Xiaochi Chi.

He sat motionlessly on the soft seat, leaning on one elbow against the armrest, even if he did not do any movement, he should have been the most dazzling presence.

However, the camera is always an overexposed mass of white light where he is sitting.

It was an exceptionally long night for Yuan Cheng.

Almost as soon as the stage lift slowly descended and disappeared before the audience's eyes, Yuan Cheng took off his earbuds and rushed to the backstage. When he ran into his manager waiting in front of the makeup artist, Yuan Cheng's eyes lit up for a moment: "Where's Mr. Ji?"

The agent swallowed: "I went down to find Mr. Chi during the encore, but he was no longer in his seat."

Yuan Cheng's surprised eyes dimmed: "Did you tell him that I asked him to come and meet after the concert?"

The agent said, "I said it at the beginning. But even Mr. Cheng does not know when he left ......"

"Is ...... right?"

Yuan Cheng whispered disappointingly.

Even a thank you did not have time to say in person ah ......

But Xiaochi Chi doesn't feel much regret.

Xiaochi Chi likes long goodbyes, but not gratitude. That scene is awkward for him, and for each other.

So when he came to see Changqing Shen, he didn't even leave him a shadow.

It's a sunny day in Melbourne today.

Last night's rain had washed the leaves fresh and green. The freshly tended backyard lawn smelled like fresh grass and could be smelled from a long distance.

Changqing Shen one hand pulling the tow rope, one hand down hair message, but "has arrived at the door" notification text message has not been sent, the hand will be a steep weight.

The Labrador, who was holding it, didn't know what new world it had found, and rushed forward, causing Changqing Shen to stagger and roll two of the fresh apples he had bought out.

Changqing Shen couldn't be bothered with the apple and greeted, "Hope, come here."

These days, Labrador has accepted his new name well, but at this point he was jumping around the mailbox in front of the cottage with joy, barking and whirling, as if he had caught the scent of a friendly acquaintance.

There was no one on the long street, and Changqing Shen was relieved to chase the apple back, retrieve the leash, and stroke the dog's big head slightly heavily as punishment.

To figure out what Hopper was up to, he opened the mailbox.

Nothing special inside, just the local newspaper that was put in this morning.

But when he picked the newspaper up, ready to roll a roll to give Labrador a spanking, a letter slipped through the gap in the newspaper.

Changqing Shen's heart suddenly pounded wildly.

Not fear, but a little bit of nervousness and joy if you feel something.

The letter was not addressed to anyone and was not sealed.

He tilted the mouth of the envelope just slightly, and something as thin slid into his palm.

...... a photo.

A photo of him with his arm around Hope.

No, at that time, Hopper was still called Erpu He.

At that time it was still very small, not like now, pulled by a leash, can be energetically jumped on more than half an hour of Noddy.

The photos have been carefully plasticized for maintenance, and there is no sign of age-related wear.

During countless desperate days and nights, this photo gave him a fire-like hope.

He was in the cold gold and jade pile of the brocade, in the harsh winter of reality, holding this little fire, like a child selling matches in a fairy tale, about to freeze to death.

Until the man came and helped him, turning that one spark into a monstrous flame that burned down the cage and returned him to freedom.

He will be grateful for a lifetime.

Changqing Shen, holding this photo from another dimension, in the long street in front of and behind no one, the photo that witnessed his most gray years cherished protection in the heart, silently recited the names of those two people.

Xiaochi Chi, 061.

I wonder if Mr. Chi, did he wait for the person he was waiting for ......

Changqing Shen's reverie was interrupted by a greeting.

"Why don't you come in yet. The rice is getting cold."

Guanlan Zhao Zhao, a lawyer wearing a blue floral apron, stood at the entrance of the villa with less venom and more fireworks.

Changqing Shen smiled gently, playfully tiptoed around, used the empty envelope as a palm, and gave a military salute, "Yes, Mr. Lawyer."

May Mr. Chi already have a door to his home that is always open for him, and in the door, someone he likes.