[Quick Transmigration] The Truman Show

Cecelia speaks fluent Chinese, and after clearly introducing the situation of children in need in the world and the mission of the "welfare supervisor", she thanked the three companies with the largest donations before introducing the five star guests of the program.

Although the theme of this season is about orphans, she never mentioned the word "orphan". She smiled warmly and guided the five children to introduce themselves.After the introduction of the four boys, nothing happened, but when it was the little girl's turn, something happened again.

"My name is Weng Xiaodao. I'm five years old. I'm here." There was doubt in her innocent eyes, "I don't know what I'm here for."

Weng Yuanzhi said abruptly, "Didn't I tell you before I came here?"

Weng Xiaodao was a little scared, "I said it."

"Then what did I say?" Weng Yuanzhi frowned, "Why, didn't you remember?"

"I remember, I was born to make atonement," Weng Xiaodao was so frightened that he almost cried out, but he didn't dare to cry, standing a little further away from his father, "but I don't know how to make atonement."

Truman suddenly sneered.

Weng Yuanzhi looked over, his eyes flickering.

Cecelia squatted down and hugged the trembling child into her arms, "Every one of us is born to atone for our sins, and only by living can we atone for our sins. We are here to help more children, of course— And adults."

"Why are there adults?"

"Because some children were very pitiful when they were young. They grew up alone and had no one to help them. Because they had experienced hurt and deception, they no longer believed in kindness and warmth. Such adults need your care. Look, here, aren't there two ready-made ones?"

Cecelia's two eye knives were rewarded to Weng Yuanzhi and Truman.

All the children first looked at Xiaodao's father, saw Weng Yuanzhi with a frighteningly gloomy face, with childlike pity in his eyes, and then looked at Truman, who was smiling foolishly, and somehow felt that this brother with a good smile was more pitiful and more pitiful. need their care.

The barrage began to swipe the screen——

The beautiful village head is so cute, she even told the children to take care of Young Master Weng and Uncle Chu, and instantly became a fan

A real student who graduated from Stanford with a master's degree, it is said that she is proficient in at least eight foreign languages. The most important thing is her appearance, no, it is her three views

I announce that starting today, my English name will also be changed to Cecelia

The eyes of the children are also cute. When they saw Weng Shao, when they blinked their big eyes, they seemed to say: This person is so scary

I have long heard that Young Master Weng doesn't want to see this daughter. I thought he would at least restrain himself a little in the reality show, but I didn't expect that he didn't even bother to put on a show, and his dislike was so straightforward

I am looking forward to the confrontation between Young Master Weng and Uncle Chu

……

The beautiful village chief began to read out the rules of the program, first handing in toys and snacks.

The audience who watched the live broadcast knew these rules, and so did several celebrity guests.Except for Qu Su, the other four children were packed at home, without toys or snacks at all.

As for Qu Su, he packed the things in the suitcase himself, and Truman didn't know what was in it.He also didn't think about asking the little kid around him if he hid toys or snacks, because he didn't think it was necessary to ask, this kid didn't seem to be able to hide toys and snacks at all.

But unexpectedly, the little kid himself was exposed.

As soon as Truman came over, the little boy shrank back with the suitcase and looked at him warily.

Truman laughed, "Yo, did you really bring it?!"

The little kid took another step back and stood in front of the suitcase.

"Show Dad," Truman smiled mischievously, "What are you hiding?"

As soon as Truman stretched out his hand, the child backed away; Truman could only step forward and grab him into his arms, but the little boy suddenly became ruthless and went to pinch Truman's wrist; his hands were not big, but his strength was not ordinary.

Truman gasped.

It really hurts.

……

During the process of subduing the little wolf cub, Truman didn't control his range of movements well, and kicked the small suitcase on the ground with such force that the box scattered all of a sudden, and a lot of things fell out.

The atmosphere was immediately awkward.

The child finally stopped struggling and froze there.

……

Compared with other children, Qu Su's suitcase is a mess, the clothes are very worn out, the color is very dark, lifeless color, it doesn't match children at all.

Truman figured it out right away, guessing that the brat had completed this show as a special task, or it was all clothes that were durable to dirt and work.

Truman shouted at the director, "What are you doing in a daze, look for it!"

The choreographer squatted down next to the scattered suitcases, thinking to put on a show and forget it if he couldn't find them.Her hand touched a furry thing in the box, and she felt that it should be a toy. She was just about to cover it with clothes, but when the little boy in Truman's arms saw it, she broke away suddenly, ran over, and got out of the box. He dug out the plush bag and hid it in his arms, like a little wolf cub protecting food.

Choreographer: ...

"Let auntie take a look," Cecelia bent down and stared at his plush bag, "this one doesn't seem to be a toy either."

The boy frowned, and retorted seriously, "It's a toy."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and opened the plush bag by himself. Inside was a seventh-order Rubik's cube.

An old man rescued the child, "The Rubik's Cube doesn't seem to be a toy."

"Yeah, not many kids like to play with this"

"And it's still a seventh-order Rubik's Cube"

……

But the little brat emphasized louder, "This is a toy!"

"A Rubik's Cube is not a toy."

"It's a toy!"

"If you're sure it's your toy, it's for us," Cecelia said. "If it's not your toy, you can keep it."

The child thought about it seriously, but still emphasized, "This is my toy, but I won't give it to you."

The other four children also surrounded him, looking curiously at the Rubik's Cube in his hand.

But as long as someone reaches out to touch it, the little boy will explode.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little stiff.

Cecelia, who was in charge of field control, looked at the camera with dull eyes, and spoke Chinese with a strange accent, "This kid seems to be just like me, with a tendon and a bit of a shaft."

Everyone laughed, and the barrage began to fill the screen with "hahahaha".

……

Truman stared at the seventh-order Rubik's Cube, touched a cigarette and twisted it in his hand, but he couldn't touch the lighter, and his heart began to agitate again.

He thought again of his morning speculation.

It was as if a seed had been planted in my heart, and it took root in the barrenness, and weeds ravaged.

The first time Truman met the boy was half a month after he came to the courtyard. As soon as the child entered the courtyard, he hid behind the old man. When Truman saw him, he wanted to throw him out. The child was very hostile. Sensitive, how to refuse to talk to him.

Truman was condescending and approached him, "What's your last name?"

The child stared at him in silence.

"Are you dumb?" Truman said bluntly, "Then you can't even write the words when you write it down?"

After hearing this, the child ran to the house to get a pen and paper, and wrote two lines of characters with him:

"DF2U'BF'LR'DL2U'BR2B'UL2U'

D'UBD'L'RFD'B'D'UL"

As soon as Truman took the note, he frowned, and said in a disgusted tone, "What the hell kind of talisman is this?"

The child stared at him without speaking, but Truman just felt that he was despised.

The old man sat on a chair in the yard, gloating, "Don't you understand?"

"This word is like a crab crawling, and the crab can't even understand it!"

"Brother," said the child first, "do you want me to give you a hint?"

"Fart! Don't yell!" Truman lost his temper, "I'm your uncle!"

The old man at the opposite door heard this, and shouted loudly, "Little brat! Who do you think you are!"

"Old man, you are my uncle!" Truman just finished laughing, when he looked at the child, his face changed, "Little brat, call me uncle!"

The child looked at the old man suspiciously, not knowing how to calculate this seniority.

The old man smiled and said, "If he figured it out, you will recognize him as an uncle in the future."

The child thought for a while and asked, "Then what if he can't figure it out?"

The old man said, "Then you will receive a great nephew."

The child nodded seriously.

When Truman heard this, he snorted, but his hand clenched the note tightly.

Isn't it just two lines of characters!

Big fart kid, how difficult the questions can be!

Unexpectedly, Truman racked his brains and couldn't figure it out.

Truman tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, and ran to knock on the old man's door in the middle of the night.

The old man asked him with a smile, "Drug addiction again?"

Truman lowered his head, lowered his eyes, and walked towards the bed as soon as he entered the room. He lay on the bed, buried his head in the pillow, and muttered to himself in a muffled voice, "D, F, U, B, L ..."

The old man suddenly said, "So it was sleepwalking."

Truman's ears turned red, and he continued to babble cheekily, but his voice became much quieter, and finally returned to silence.

There was still the residual warmth of the old man’s body on the mat. Truman felt that the temperature of the air was even hotter. After a long silence, he finally couldn’t act anymore. He sat up slowly, with his back pressed against the wall, and his eyes stared dully ahead. secretly watching...

"Ever played Rubik's Cube?"

Truman shook his head.

"I can't figure it out, but I can turn it out." The old man took a Rubik's cube from the drawer and put it beside the bed, "The brat is playing the third-order one, and this one is the seventh-order one. You can give this to him tomorrow. Definitely like it."

Truman didn't blink his eyes, and his hands were like thieves, carefully reaching for the seventh-order Rubik's Cube.

His mind was spinning fast, constantly changing the assumptions, deducing all the possibilities.When his hand touched the Rubik's Cube, he had already found the answer, but he looked at the old man with doubts on his face.

The old man said, "In the Rubik's Cube formula, U, D, L, R, F, and B represent up, down, left, right, front, and back, U' represents a 2-degree counterclockwise rotation, and U180 represents a [-]-degree clockwise rotation. Speed, will it turn?"

Will it turn?

Although he has never played Rubik's Cube before, Truman's hands are so fast that he can't see any flaws in poker, but Truman's lies are sly and sincere, "No."

The old man let out a deep laugh, took out a box of matches, lit a cigarette, and stared at him leisurely, "Do you want me to teach you too?"

"Yeah." Truman's ears turned redder, and his stiff back pressed closer to the wall.

"What do you want to turn?" The old man went to get the seventh-order Rubik's Cube, and accidentally touched the back of Truman's hand.

Truman was a little flustered, "How do you turn out the same pattern on six sides?"

As soon as Truman finished asking, he regretted it. There is no silver 300 taels here, so stupid.

"DF2U'BF'LR'DL2U'BR2B'UL2U'" turned out the third-order Rubik's Cube, six sides are Q, "D'UBD'L'RFD'B'D'UL" turned out, six sides are U .If there is no answer, it is generally not thought of asking this question.

"Then let me teach you to change your mind first." The old man held a cigarette in his mouth, and his hands moved gracefully. "If you know this, you will know the rest too."

"What heart?" Truman was inexplicably touched, and his heart beat a little out of control.

The slender fingers pointed out an outline on one face of the seventh-order Rubik's Cube, "The same color turns out here, it's a heart."

Soon, a seventh-order Rubik's Cube in the shape of a six-sided heart turned out.

"Is this Rubik's Cube for me?" Truman asked cautiously, staring at the heart.

The old man smiled, "You're so old, and you're still fighting for toys with kids?"

After hearing this, Truman sullenly thought to himself:

Even if this heart is gone, it cannot be given to others.

Without looking down, he restored the seventh-order Rubik's Cube with his fingers, as fast as a thief.

……

Truman threw the Rubik's Cube aside, and then lay down with his face facing the wall, staring at the shadow on the wall with his eyes open.

Turn off the light, the shadow is gone.

The old man lay down beside him, very close to him.

Truman's restless heart suddenly calmed down.

He thought he would not be able to sleep, but he slept soundly.

As long as this person exists, the whole world exists.

As long as he is there, I feel at ease.