Chapter 66

Han Mo picked up his finger, gently swept Xuanxuan's upturned little nose and said gently, "OK, today we'll tell a new story, but Xuanxuan will lie in bed and listen."

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

Han Mo has been thinking about which story of the original world should be moved to this world these days. He suddenly thought of a movie he had seen. Although it was presented in the form of animation, Han Mo was very infected. Maybe the meaning of the story itself is a little difficult for the little guy to understand, but Yuxuan must like the strange story.

Xuanxuan had already got into the bed and only showed a lovely baby face. Her big eyes blinked and waited for her father to tell a story.

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

"Today, my father told you a story about Miguel, a 12-year-old boy from Mexico. The name of the story is" journey to the dream ring. "

Xuanxuan's black eyes flashed a surprise look. Her pink mouth made a "wow Doll" mouth, pulled the quilt and listened to her father carefully.

"Xiaoge lives in a lively and noisy Mexican village and has had a music dream since childhood. However, he was born in the shoemaker's family "riveras", which is the only family in the whole town who hates music. "

The little guy stretched out his quilt with two small hands and said, "why don't they like music? How good music is. Both mom and dad and Xuanxuan like music very much. "

Han Mo smiled and continued, "because the riveras are convinced that they are cursed by music, they have abandoned music for generations. It is said that a long time ago, Xiao GE's great grandfather abandoned his wife in order to pursue his dream of music performance. Imelda, Xiaoge's great grandmother, became the patriarch, raised Xiaoge's great grandmother cocoa by making shoes, and announced that the riveras family would never have access to music. "

Xuanxuan nodded vaguely, grabbed the quilt with two small hands and whispered a little lost, "but what about Xiaoge's music dream?"

"Of course he won't give up his music dream." Han Mo first answered Xuanxuan's question and pinched her little face.

Hearing his father's words, the little guy's lost mood disappeared in an instant, and his face showed a naive smile.

Hanmo continued, "in distant Mexico, the annual festival of the dead is about to begin. It is said that on the day of the day of the dead, the dead family members will return to their families, but there is one condition that their photos must be enshrined..."

Han Mo covers Xuanxuan's small cup again. The little guy has fallen asleep. There is a sweet smile on his pink face. Han Mo looks at Xuanxuan's lovely appearance again, and quietly walks out of the room and closes the door.

Today, the talk about audio copyright went well. According to Hu, their program is in urgent need of good stories. In the latest issue, they will launch Frog Prince first, hoping to restore the ratings. Han Mo is still very confident in his story. Just wait for the copyright fee to arrive.

Turn on the computer and Han Mo searches the space-time forum. Space time forum is very popular in this world. It includes elites from all walks of life. People often open some topics for discussion. Everyone will fight with each other. The scene is very lively. There are often some small competitions, and everyone will meet friends with technology.

A hot post was just placed on the home page of the space-time forum, and Han Mo clicked in.

It is a modern poetry competition. The moderator has counted the participating poems and placed them at the top of the post. There is still an hour before the deadline for registration. At the moment, netizens are commenting on the participating poems.

Han Mo looked at the rules. The fact is that there are no rules at all. The title of the poem is self-made and the content is unlimited. After the registration deadline, online netizens can vote for the poems according to their preferences.

Han Mo doesn't want to watch some entertainment gossip, but likes to visit the forum. He just comes in with the mentality of watching the excitement and becomes a melon eater.

He casually opened the entries, some about love and some about life. In fact, most poets are sentimental and perfectionists, so they always have negative emotions about the things around them, complain about injustice and complain about the lack of talent. However, the poetry in this world has become a means of venting, and the content is very negative.

Netizens evaluated the poetry and expressed their own views.

"Hey, life is so boring. I don't know why I go to and from work every day."

"Yes, the girl is too realistic to find an object."

"Closing your eyes every night is to play the misfortune of the day again. Happy people are similar, and unfortunate people have their own misfortunes." Then he made a sigh.

Han Mo frowned and read all the poems in the competition. Unexpectedly, none of them was positive. They were all saying how unfortunate they were. Although Han Mo agreed that poetry was originally a tool for poets to express their feelings, it can't be too pessimistic.

Suddenly he thought of a poem in the original world. He still remembers that when he first read this poem, it seemed that there was a happy and beautiful scene described by the poet. He could feel the kindness of the poet from the poem. The poet sent blessings to everyone, lovers, friends, even strangers. The lines reflected the poet's positive and high emotion.

Han Mo registered his account in the name of "Royal Horse Knight" and clicked on the registration page. There are twenty minutes before the registration deadline. Han Mo quickly typed out the poem in his heart.

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

"What, someone signed up again."

"How dare you! It's a card to sign up."

We all read the previous poems. Netizens were ready to vote. Suddenly, Han Mo's poems jumped out and bounced to the top of the web page.

"From tomorrow on, be a happy person.

Feed horses, chop firewood and travel around the world.

From tomorrow on, care about food and vegetables.

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

From tomorrow on, communicate with every relative.

Tell them my happiness.

The 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 lovers get married.

May you be happy on earth.

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

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

Time seems static, one minute, two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes

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

"Don't talk. You're interrupting my reading poetry."

"Look who the author is."

"Horseman? I haven't seen his poems before. "

"This is the life I want, facing the sea and blooming in spring. It's so beautiful. Every word is so beautiful. Suddenly, I feel an inexplicable sense of happiness and 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 the "lightning of happiness". Even strangers, he will sincerely wish him "happiness on earth". This is a poem by Han Mo, the world famous poet Haizi, "facing the sea, warm flowers in spring".