MTL - The Kung Fu Baby is Four Years Half and has 17 Pampering Brothers-Chapter 485 three brothers

  Chapter 485 Third Senior Brother

  A tourist attraction in Lake City.

  Several young men and women are taking pictures, and one of the girls keeps turning her body, trying to find the best shooting point.

  Suddenly, a young man with a ponytail came into range of taking pictures with his mobile phone.

  The young girl didn't take it seriously at first, until the man suddenly turned to look at her, she immediately gasped, and quickly called out to a few friends in a low voice.

   "Look over there."

  Several young men and women looked over, and after seeing the man's appearance and attire clearly, they invariably took a deep breath.

  The man is very young, probably in his early twenties, with long white hair tied into a high ponytail. The color of his hair is very natural, and it seems to glow in the sun, giving people a holy feeling.

  However, the man's pupils are golden. At that moment, everyone's reaction was that the gods descended.

   Taking a closer look at the man's appearance, he has peach blossom eyes, but he is not at all romantic and passionate, his nose is full of courage, and his demeanor can be called Xiaziyueyun.

  He was also wearing a crescent white robe with the sun, moon, mountains and rivers embroidered on it.

   Immortal, this must be an immortal, right?

   Several young people looked at each other with burning eyes, and they, who are called social cattle, stepped forward directly.

   "Hello, may I ask which crew you are filming in? Do you have an xbo account? We want to follow you."

   Several people thought that this man looked like a fairy, but they could tell them rationally that the man was most likely an actor and was filming nearby.

   But the strange thing is, such a handsome and elegant actor, there is no reason why he should not be popular. Could it be that his acting skills are not very good?

   It doesn't matter, acting skills can be gradually improved, and pure natural beauty is not something everyone can have.

   Tan Taiyi lowered his eyes to look at the few people, his expression was cold, but he was thinking in his heart, what is the crew? What is the account?

  Master said that Lingyu could lead him to find his junior sister, but after a long time of ups and downs in his consciousness, he finally appeared here. After walking around, Lingyu didn't respond.

  He looks handsome and elegant, with white hair and golden eyes, these drooping eyes are not angry but mighty. Several young people immediately held their breath, not daring to force it.

   Not daring to force it, and reluctant to leave, one by one enthusiastically looked for other topics.

   "Your white hair doesn't seem to be a headgear. Where did you dye it? It looks too natural, just like a natural one."

   "Which color contact lenses did you buy? This golden color is so straight, I want to try it."

   Tantaiyi frowned slightly.

  He carefully looked at the expressions of several people.

  Basically curiosity and love. It's not love, but appreciation for encountering beautiful things and people. There is no aversion, hatred and fear.

   "Natural." He said lightly.

   Several young people were full of disbelief.

  A young girl said: "If it is natural, is it genetic or a genetic mutation?"

  Tantai couldn't understand, but he had seen the tolerance of people in this era.

  He was born with white hair and golden eyes, and was called the son of evil spirits by the villagers. After that, no matter what unfortunate things happen in the village, he will be blamed on him, even his parents are no exception. When he was ten years old, a flood swept through the village. The villagers believed a wandering warlock and believed that he was the source of disasters. As long as he was thrown into the river, all disasters would be eliminated.

  The hatred and fear of the villagers are in stark contrast to the curiosity and love of these young people.

   No wonder the master said that he is more suitable for the era when the junior sister is here. But where is little junior sister?

  Jiang City, the city of rivers and clouds.

  Duanzi enthusiastically placed the mung bean cake on the table, and invited Gu Zhuo to read the latest issue of the magazine together.

   "There are also Mijiu teacher's works on it, a serial one, and a short story, well written, Miao Miao also wants to explore the amusement park with Little Bear."

  Gu Zhuo used to prefer historical books, but since he read children's stories with his sister and learned a little about children's literature, he fell in love with children's stories again.

  Those little healing stories are really warm.

  He took the magazine and read the short story first.

This story tells the story of a little bear who loves to laugh and eat honey to play in an amusement park. He meets a crying little squirrel, kitten and other animals. After learning that their toys have been robbed by a big dog, the little bear complains to his parents. , while making plans, preparing to set traps to **** back the toys of small squirrels and other animals.

  Little Bear is witty and cute. After helping a child he just met get back a toy, he acts like a baby with his family and wants to eat honey. In order to eat honey, this little bear donates his fluffy ears for a while, and dances for a while, showing a naive look.

  Gu Zhuo was watching, when a little furry head leaned over and stared at the magazine.

   "Isn't it beautiful?"

  At that moment, Gu Zhuo felt that his sister was a little bear.

  He touched the little bear's head, "It's very good-looking, and it plays steadily."

  He read the previous serialized story again, and blinked in doubt.

   "Speaking of which, this style of writing looks familiar!"

   "What is the style of writing?"

   Gu Zhuo explained to her carefully.

  Duanzi's eyes lit up.

   "Could it be that the stories you saw were also written by Teacher Mijiu?"

  Gu Zhuo touched his nose, "No, it was written by Xiao Li. It's just that the style of writing is very similar, and some words are more similar."

   It was only after he sincerely (without shame) made a heart-to-heart conversation that his younger brother reluctantly showed it to him.

  The younger brother also said that those stories were written indiscriminately, and he did not intend to submit them. However, if the magazine is short of manuscripts during his internship, it is not impossible for him to contribute his own manuscripts.

   "It seems that he has never submitted a manuscript to a magazine."

  Duanzi had preconceived ideas, and always thought that Teacher Mijiu was a very gentle person, and he was very likely to be an aunt or sister, so he didn't think much about it at all.

   "Maybe all children's stories are written in this style, warm."

  Gu Zhuo nodded in agreement.

   The two didn't know what they missed. After reading the story, they drank honey lemon tea and ate mung bean cake together.

  During this period, Tuanzi made a few indirect remarks, knowing that his cousin had become tough and no one in the department bullied him anymore, and also knowing that the second aunt and his wife did not bother him because of the majesty of Mr. Jin, so he nodded in satisfaction.

  She was relieved when she saw that Gu Zhuo didn't know what to think, and actually pushed the mung bean cake in the direction of her nostrils.

"ah!"

  The dumpling hurriedly snatched the mung bean cake, and taught, "You can't eat with your nose!"

  Gu Zhuo came back to his senses and apologized awkwardly.

  Tuanzi held the mung bean cake and looked at him suspiciously, "Cousin, do you have something on your mind? Don't try to hide it from Miao Miao."

   Under the threat of his sister being harmless, Gu Zhuo hesitated for a while, but still confide in his heart.

   "Miaomiao, tell me, shouldn't I waste my talent?"

   Duanzi understood in seconds, what my cousin was talking about was about stock trading.

   It can be seen that even if Jinxuan and his wife have stopped, the shadow of them and those teachers in the cousin's heart is still there.

  Gu Zhuo seems to be asking the dumplings, but also seems to be asking himself.

"The high school teachers, undergraduate teachers and classmates all said that I was wasting my talent. They said that I should do what I am good at. I insisted on studying archeology. It was a waste. I should have created more in the financial industry. A lot of value…”

  He was rambling on, before he finished speaking, a small slap lightly landed on his face, and he pressed it hard again.

  A soft and waxy voice descended like the sound of heaven.

   "Don't let your talent limit your life."

  (end of this chapter)