Chapter 276: #eighty-eight the new main god that's going around.

It is the duty of the Lord God to ensure the proper functioning of the World Lines.

Of course, the Lord God has the right to go on a tour of any worldline.

Unlike his predecessor, who was a homebody and liked to squat at home and count money, Chi Xiaochi is a wanderer.

Especially after he came out of the closet, he reported to Lucas and his junior Chi Song and disappeared from the world with Lou Ying.

"Cheng Yuan, how's the preparation going?"

Facing the agent's inquiry, Cheng Yuan took a sip of goji tea from a thermos cup and gave a gentle "hmm".

The youthful shyness and stage fright of his youth have long since passed, and Cheng Yuan, nowadays, is still docile and quiet in life, but no longer because of timidity, but in order to maximize the care of his voice.

The night is the finale of his first world tour, and he's going to have to play it right.

In the afternoon, he and the orchestra had finished their rehearsals, and the main task now was to get his strength up.

Cheng Yuan was just about to take a nap when his little assistant pushed in the door holding a handful of incense, "It's flowers from Mr. Cheng."

Cheng Yuan laughs, ah, another Mr. Cheng.

After his specialization, everyone knew that Cheng Yuan loved lilies, but only Cheng Jian's flowers could be delivered to him accurately.

This is a bit of selfishness on Mr. Cheng's part.

Since their reincarnation as human beings, the relationship between the two brothers has become much better, Cheng Jian even created a memo specifically related to his brother, recording the details related to his brother that he rarely paid attention to in the previous decade or so, and his academic attitude is very much in line with the Cheng family's ancestral style of rigor.

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

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

The agent heard something wrong and changed his face, "The original resting place was too far away, this was only rebooked this morning, Mr. Cheng shouldn't know about this place ah."

Cheng Yuan's expression froze for a moment when he opened the card.

With that, he stood up hastily, flustered with a hint of surprise, "Where's the flower giver?"

The agent thought it was a prank by a crazy fan and took the flowers in his arms, "Cheng Yuan, don't worry about it, we'll take care of this ......"

Cheng Yuan, however, grabbed the card and ran straight out the door.

The little brother was still standing at the entrance of the elevator, looking very ordinary, waiting, and bowed in fear when he saw Cheng Yuan.

Cheng Yuan pulled the little brother and asked him a couple of questions before folding back into the house, "Pen. Got a pen?"

Who's seen this Cheng Yuan?

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 need." Cheng Yuan pulls over a sheet of music paper used to record inspiration and lowers his head to scribble a few quick strokes on it, his hands and lips trembling a little, looking less like shock and more like the surprise of being reunited with an old friend after a long time.

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

The agent was startled for a moment, "'That'? Is that the one you said came back?"

Cheng Yuan narrowed her eyes and smiled, filled with a sense of joy, "Uh-huh."

The card that had been sent with the lily was spread out in his hand.

"Cheng's little brother, I don't know if the agreement is still working, but I'm here for your concert today. Chi Xiaochi compliments."

The evening concert was star-studded.

Cheng Yuan, a newcomer to the music scene, has become an instant hit in the singing world because of his quality voice and excellent singing, and his live performance is even better, even CDs can't perfectly show the wonders of his vocals, so his concert ticket prices have gone up all the way, and it can be said that it is hard to get a ticket.

Cheng Jian sat in the VIP seat and took care of the new jobs that came in on his cell phone.

He doesn't understand music, he understands more about numbers, reports and business documents.

But Cheng Yuan's concerts are a must for him.

He was about to turn off his cell phone as his work was being handled to a close when he felt someone drop in beside him.

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

Those are the best seats in every game, and they're all booked by Cheng Yuan.

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

Cheng Jian listened with a grimace, "I can't sit too?"

Cheng Yuan, who was partial to reading his brother's face, said seriously, "Well, brother can't sit either."

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

The handsome young man in the turtleneck cardigan nodded at him and smiled, "That's right. That's me."

His over-the-top appearance gave Cheng Jian a vague sense of crisis, and while searching his memory for which star this was, he assumed the air of an elder brother and grilled him, "Where's your ticket?"

The visitor handed him the ticket frankly.

Seeing the tickets, Cheng Jian can't stop laughing.

It was a hand-drawn ticket, and looked rather funny, but the rather cute sketch of the lamb in the corner did come from his brother's handwriting all right.

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

The agent followed him in and bent over at Cheng Jian, "Mr. Cheng. This is Cheng Yuan's guest of honor."

With that, he added a half-sincere, half-commercial smile to this VIP from an unknown source, "Mr. Chi, enjoy your viewing."

Cheng Jian began to be distracted, couldn't help but ask a few questions, who wanted to look like an embroidered pillow, but in fact is a person, the answer is watertight, at most only said that he is "Xiao Yuan's friend".

Cheng Jian was disturbed by this sudden surprise until the lights flashed and Cheng Yuan came on stage.

"First of all, thank you all for coming to my concert. Today is a very meaningful day for me ......" Instead of saying the long predetermined opening line, Cheng Yuan gripped the microphone tightly and set his sights on the VIP seats, "I want to thank a very important friend who came to the venue today I want to thank an important friend who is here today. This friend has traveled thousands of miles, and without him, Cheng Yuan would not be where he is today. So, today's first song, Whisper Between Hearts, is completely dedicated to him."

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

Cheng Yuan gripped the microphone tightly, and his voice shook a little when he first started speaking.

Yet the superhuman talent made all his jiggling seem so moving.

Countless hidden gossip lenses were aimed at the front row, taking pictures of faces that were either surprised or excited, intending to go back and compare and sift through them one by one, so as to determine who was the person Cheng Yuan was talking about.

Everyone wants to know who Cheng Yuan's benefactor is and what secrets he carries.

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

He sat motionless on the soft seat, leaning on one elbow against the armrest, and should have been the most dazzling presence, even if he did not move at all.

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

It had been an exceptionally long night for Cheng Yuan.

Almost as soon as the song was over and the stage elevator slowly descended and disappeared in front of the audience, Cheng Yuan took off his earloops and rushed to the backstage, his eyes lighting up for a moment when he bumped into his manager waiting in front of the make-up artist, "Where's Mr. Ji?"

The agent swallowed, "I went down to look for Mr. Ikki during the encore, but he was no longer in his seat."

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

The agent said, "I said that at the beginning. But even Mr. Cheng doesn't know when he left ......"

"...... is it?"

Cheng Yuan murmured in disappointment.

Didn't even get to say a thank you in person ......

But Chi Xiaochi doesn't feel much regret.

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

Therefore, when he came to see Shen Zhangqing, he did not even leave him a shadow.

It is sunny in Melbourne today.

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

Shen Zhangqing One hand pulls the tow rope, the other hand low hair message, but "has arrived at the door" notification text message has not been sent out, the hand will be steeply heavy.

The Labrador on the lead didn't know what new continent it had discovered, and rushed forward, dragging Shen Zhangqing into a stagger, and rolling two of the newly purchased fresh apples out.

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

These days the Labrador had taken well to his new name, but at the moment he sprang to his feet and hopped around the postbox in front of the cottage, barking and whirling as if he had caught the scent of a dear acquaintance.

There were no people on the long street, and Shen Zhangqing was relieved to retrieve the apple, pick up the leash again, and give the dog's big head a slightly heavier stroke as a punishment.

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

There's nothing special in there, just the local paper that was put in this morning.

But by the time he had picked the paper up and was about to roll it up for a little Labrador spanking, a letter slipped between the cracks of the paper.

Shen Zhangqing's heart suddenly beat wildly.

Not fear, but a bit if nervousness and joy.

The letter did not say who it was addressed to and it was not sealed.

He tilted the mouth of the envelope just slightly and something thin slipped into his palm.

...... a photo.

A picture of him with his arm around Hope.

No, back then, Hope was still called Herp.

He was so small then that he didn't have the energy to bounce around for half an hour or so on a wild di as he does now, pulled by a leash.

The photographs have been carefully molded for maintenance and show no signs of age wear.

In countless days and nights of despair, this photo gave him hope like a flame.

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

Until the man came, helped him, took that spark, burned it into a monstrous flame, burned down the cage, and set him free.

He will be grateful for a lifetime.

Shen Zhangqing held this photo from the other dimension, in the long street before and after no one, the photo that witnessed his grayest years cherished in his heart, silently reciting the names of those two people.

Chi Xiaochi, 061.

I wonder if Mr. Ji, has he waited for the one he's waiting for ......

Shen Zhangqing's reverie was interrupted by a greeting.

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

Zhao Guanlan Zhao, a lawyer wearing a blue floral apron, stood in front of the villa, less venomous and bitter, and more smoldering.

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

May Mr. Ik already have a door to his home that is always open for him, and in it, someone he loves.