Almighty Star Daddy

Han Mo raised his fingers and swept Xuanxuan's small nose, and said softly, Okay, today we will tell a new story, but Xuanxuan wants to lie in bed and listen.

When the little guy heard that his father was going to tell a story, he slipped into bed by himself.

In fact, Han Mo has been thinking about which story from the original world should be moved to this world these days. He suddenly thought of a movie he had seen before. Although it was presented in the form of a cartoon, Han Mo was very popular after watching it. Infection, maybe the meaning of the story itself is a bit difficult for the little guy to understand, but Xuan Xuan must like the bizarre storyline.

Xuanxuan had already got into the bed, showing only a cute baby face, her big eyes blinking, and she was obediently waiting for her father to tell a story.

Han Mo sat beside the bed, leaned against the head of the bed, and stroked Xuanxuan's hair dotingly.

Today Dad will tell you a story about Miguel, a 12-year-old boy from Mexico. The name of the story is Dream Travel.

A look of surprise flashed in Xuanxuan's dark eyes, and her pink mouth made a wow mouth. She pulled the quilt and listened carefully to what her father continued to say.

Living in a lively, noisy Mexican village, Gary had a musical dream since he was a child. However, he was born into a shoemaker family called Riveras, the only family in the town that hated music.

The little guy stretched out the quilt with his two little hands and said inexplicably, Why don't they like music, how good music is. Mom, Dad and Xuanxuan both like music.

Han Mo smiled and continued to speak, Because the Riveras family believes that they are cursed by music, their ancestors abandoned music for generations. It is said that a long, long time ago, Xiaoge's great-great-grandfather abandoned his wife in order to pursue his own music. Acting dream. Greg's great-great-grandmother Imelda became the patriarch, raised Greg's great-great-grandmother Coco by making shoes, and announced that the Riveras family would never have access to music.

Xuan Xuan nodded knowingly, her two little hands grasped the quilt tightly, and whispered a little disappointedly, But what about Xiao Ge's music dream?

Of course he won't give up his music dream. Han Mo answered Xuanxuan's question first, and then pinched her cheek.

Hearing his father's words, the little guy's lost emotions disappeared instantly, and an innocent smile appeared on his face.

Hammer continued, In far-flung Mexico, the annual Day of the Dead is about to begin. According to legend, on this day, the deceased family members will return to their families, but there is one condition that they must enshrine their photos. …”

Han Mo closed Xuanxuan's little cup again. The little guy was already asleep, with a sweet smile on his pink face. Han Mo looked at Xuanxuan's cute little face again and walked out quietly. room, closed the door.

The audio copyright issue went well today. According to Hu Ye, their show urgently needs good stories. In the latest episode, they will launch The Frog Prince first, hoping to restore the viewership rate. Han Mo is still very interested in his own story. If you are confident, just wait for the copyright fee to arrive.

Turn on the computer, and Han Mo searched for the Space-Time Forum. The Space-Time Forum is very popular in this world. It includes elites from all walks of life. There are often some topics for discussion, and everyone will follow along to fight their wits and quarrels, and the scene is very lively. There are also often some small competitions, where everyone uses skills to meet friends.

The homepage of the Space-Time Forum happened to have a hot post on the top, and Han Mo clicked on it.

It is a modern poetry competition. The moderator has counted the participating poems and put them at the top of the post. The deadline for the competition registration is one hour. At this moment, netizens are commenting on the participating poems.

Han Mo glanced at the rules. The fact is that there are no rules at all. After the registration deadline, online netizens can vote for the poems participating in the competition according to their own preferences.

Han Mo is reluctant to watch some entertainment gossip, but likes to browse the forum, just come in with the mentality of watching the fun and become a melon eater.

He casually opened the entries, some about love, some about life. In fact, most poets are sentimental and perfectionists, so they always hold negative emotions about the things around them, complain about injustice, and complain about underappreciated talents. There are many people, and the poetry of this world has become a means of venting, and the content is very negative.

Netizens commented on the poem and expressed their own opinions.

Hey, life is so boring, I don't know why I go to get off work every day.

Yes, the girl is too realistic, and the object cannot be found.

Closing your eyes every night re-enacts the misfortune of the day. Happy people are similar, and unfortunate people have their own misfortunes. Then he made a sigh.

Han Mo couldn't help frowning, and read all the poems in the competition, but none of them were positive. Come on.

Suddenly he thought of a poem in the original world. He still remembered that when he read this poem for the first time, there seemed to be a happy and beautiful scene described by the poet in front of him. He could feel the kindness of the poet from the poem. The poet sent blessings to everyone, lover, friend, Even if it is a stranger, the poet's positive and high-spirited emotions are reflected between the lines.

Han Mo registered an account under the name of Knight of the Royal Horse and clicked on the registration page. There are 20 minutes left until the registration deadline. Han Mo quickly typed out the poem in his heart.

After writing everything, he checked it again and clicked send. The time was just right. Before the deadline, Han Mo's entry was presented to everyone.

What, someone has signed up again.

Good luck, this is a stuck registration.

Everyone had read the previous poem, and netizens were ready to start voting. Suddenly, Han Mo's poem jumped out to the top of the page.

Be a happy man from tomorrow on.

Feed horses, chop wood, travel the world.

From tomorrow, take care of food and vegetables.

I have a house, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, communicate with every loved one.

Tell them about my happiness.

That happy lightning told me.

I will tell everyone.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I also bless you.

May you have a bright future.

May your lover be married forever.

May you find happiness in this world.

I just want to face the sea and the spring flowers bloom.

As soon as Han Mo's poem came out, the page that had been scrolling with the latest comments suddenly became quiet, and no comments popped up again, because at this moment, everyone was admiring the poem on the screen.

Time seems to stand still, one minute, two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes...

I don't know how long it has passed, and suddenly a comment jumped out, Oh, good poetry, good poetry.

Don't talk, you are interrupting my poetry reading.

Look who the author is.

Knight on horseback? I haven't read his poems before.

This is the life I want, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming. It's so beautiful, every word is so beautiful, and suddenly there is an inexplicable sense of happiness, and I want to cry.

Han Mo quietly looked at the comments on the Internet. Indeed, the purpose of this poem is to be a happy person. He is willing to tell everyone about the happiness lightning. Even strangers will sincerely wish him to be happy in this world. . This is a poem by Han Mo's world-famous poet Hai Zi, Facing the sea, spring flowers bloom.