Chapter‌ ‌3:‌ ‌You‌ ‌forgot‌ ‌your‌ ‌dad‌ ‌





Under‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun’s‌ ‌complicated‌ ‌look,‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌stubbornly‌ ‌

displayed‌ ‌a‌ ‌“I’m‌ ‌very‌ ‌normal.‌ ‌If‌ ‌you‌ ‌think‌ ‌it’s‌ ‌strange,‌ ‌then‌ ‌

you’re‌ ‌the‌ ‌abnormal‌ ‌one”‌ ‌stance‌ ‌and‌ ‌silently‌ ‌placed‌ ‌the‌ ‌incense‌ ‌

into‌ ‌the‌ ‌incense‌ ‌burner.‌ ‌



The‌ ‌offering‌ ‌was‌ ‌complete.‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌faintly‌ ‌felt‌ ‌the‌ ‌connection‌ ‌between‌ ‌himself‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌

‘beverage’.‌ ‌



Finally,‌ ‌he‌ ‌let‌ ‌out‌ ‌a‌ ‌breath‌ ‌of‌ ‌relief‌ ‌and‌ ‌gave‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌a‌ ‌

smile.‌ ‌However,‌ ‌because‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌bit‌ ‌embarrassed,‌ ‌his‌ ‌voice‌ ‌was‌ ‌

all‌ ‌dry:‌ ‌“So…‌ ‌you,‌ ‌you‌ ‌came‌ ‌over……”‌ ‌



Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌took‌ ‌a‌ ‌glance‌ ‌at‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou.‌ ‌Then‌ ‌his‌ ‌gaze‌ ‌

landed‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌Divine‌ ‌Image‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌ground‌ ‌again.‌ ‌



In‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun’s‌ ‌eyes,‌ ‌intergalactic‌ ‌people‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌have‌ ‌any‌ ‌faith;‌ ‌

they‌ ‌only‌ ‌revered‌ ‌strength.‌ ‌



The‌ ‌strongest‌ ‌person‌ ‌was‌ ‌the‌ ‌one‌ ‌people‌ ‌idolized‌ ‌and‌ ‌worshiped‌ ‌

the‌ ‌most‌ ‌in‌ ‌their‌ ‌hearts.‌ ‌



Therefore,‌ ‌when‌ ‌he‌ ‌saw‌ ‌the‌ ‌Divine‌ ‌Image,‌ ‌he‌ ‌only‌ ‌thought‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌

a‌ ‌statue.‌ ‌



In‌ ‌the‌ ‌Capital‌ ‌Planet,‌ ‌inside‌ ‌the‌ ‌biggest‌ ‌plaza,‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌statue‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌

father.‌ ‌Everyday,‌ ‌there‌ ‌were‌ ‌Imperial‌ ‌citizens‌ ‌leaving‌ ‌flowers‌ ‌for‌ ‌

the‌ ‌battle‌ ‌god,‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌Tian,‌ ‌as‌ ‌a‌ ‌sign‌ ‌of‌ ‌respect‌ ‌and‌ ‌remembrance.‌ ‌



Also,‌ ‌the‌ ‌statue‌ ‌that‌ ‌the‌ ‌youth‌ ‌had‌ ‌just‌ ‌made‌ ‌an‌ ‌offering‌ ‌to‌ ‌was‌ ‌

carved‌ ‌extremely‌ ‌life-like‌ ‌and‌ ‌realistic,‌ ‌looking‌ ‌about‌ ‌70-80%‌ ‌like‌ ‌

the‌ ‌youth‌ ‌himself.‌ ‌



Therefore,‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌reached‌ ‌an‌ ‌understanding.‌ ‌



He‌ ‌asked:‌ ‌“This‌ ‌is‌ ‌your‌ ‌father?”‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌was‌ ‌actually‌ ‌very‌ ‌nervous.‌ ‌



When‌ ‌he‌ ‌saw‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌staring‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌statue‌ ‌without‌ ‌

speaking,‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou’s‌ ‌little‌ ‌heart‌ ‌trembled‌ ‌and‌ ‌shook.‌ ‌



Did‌ ‌he‌ ‌figure‌ ‌out‌ ‌that‌ ‌the‌ ‌statue‌ ‌is‌ ‌me?‌ ‌



Looks‌ ‌like‌ ‌he‌ ‌needed‌ ‌to‌ ‌give‌ ‌him‌ ‌another‌ ‌dream‌ ‌tonight‌ ‌and‌ ‌

make‌ ‌him‌ ‌forget‌ ‌this‌ ‌entire‌ ‌thing…...‌ ‌



Hearing‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun’s‌ ‌voice‌ ‌at‌ ‌this‌ ‌moment‌ ‌made‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌

feel‌ ‌exceptionally‌ ‌guilty.‌ ‌He‌ ‌actually‌ ‌had‌ ‌a‌ ‌feeling‌ ‌like‌ ‌‘how‌ ‌lucky‌ ‌

that‌ ‌he‌ ‌couldn’t‌ ‌understand‌ ‌the‌ ‌other’s‌ ‌old‌ ‌dialect.’‌ ‌Because‌ ‌of‌ ‌

this,‌ ‌he‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌need‌ ‌to‌ ‌answer‌ ‌at‌ ‌all.‌ ‌



Not‌ ‌receiving‌ ‌an‌ ‌answer‌ ‌from‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou,‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌

furrowed‌ ‌his‌ ‌brows.‌ ‌



The‌ ‌youth’s‌ ‌lack‌ ‌of‌ ‌comprehension‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌common‌ ‌galactic‌ ‌

language‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌huge‌ ‌issue.‌ ‌



Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌took‌ ‌out‌ ‌the‌ ‌<<A‌ ‌comprehensive‌ ‌intergalactic‌ ‌

education‌ ‌manual‌ ‌for‌ ‌kids>>‌ ‌that‌ ‌he‌ ‌gave‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌youth‌ ‌previously‌ ‌

and‌ ‌sat‌ ‌down‌ ‌next‌ ‌to‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou.‌ ‌He‌ ‌flipped‌ ‌open‌ ‌the‌ ‌first‌ ‌

page.‌ ‌There‌ ‌was‌ ‌an‌ ‌image‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌family‌ ‌of‌ ‌three.‌ ‌



Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌pointed‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌annotated‌ ‌words‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌picture‌ ‌book‌ ‌

and‌ ‌said‌ ‌to‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou:‌ ‌“Repeat‌ ‌after‌ ‌me.”‌ ‌



Then,‌ ‌a‌ ‌baritone‌ ‌voice‌ ‌sounded‌ ‌slowly‌ ‌under‌ ‌the‌ ‌dim‌ ‌light‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌

candle‌ ‌fire:‌ ‌“Dad,‌ ‌mom,‌ ‌and‌ ‌me.”‌ ‌



The‌ ‌picture‌ ‌book‌ ‌was‌ ‌simple‌ ‌and‌ ‌easy‌ ‌to‌ ‌understand.‌ ‌It‌ ‌started‌ ‌

teaching‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌names‌ ‌of‌ ‌family‌ ‌members‌ ‌first.‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌

understood‌ ‌what‌ ‌it‌ ‌meant‌ ‌with‌ ‌one‌ ‌glance.‌ ‌



However,‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌started‌ ‌to‌ ‌feel‌ ‌somewhat‌ ‌inconceivable.‌ ‌



This‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌seem‌ ‌right.‌ ‌



Was‌ ‌this‌ ‌person‌ ‌not‌ ‌speaking‌ ‌the‌ ‌old‌ ‌dialect?‌ ‌



Did‌ ‌the‌ ‌old‌ ‌dialect‌ ‌have‌ ‌special‌ ‌instruction‌ ‌books‌ ‌too?‌ ‌



Under‌ ‌normal‌ ‌circumstances,‌ ‌only‌ ‌a‌ ‌completely‌ ‌structured‌ ‌

language‌ ‌can‌ ‌be‌ ‌taught‌ ‌like‌ ‌this!‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌vaguely‌ ‌had‌ ‌a‌ ‌feeling‌ ‌that‌ ‌perhaps‌ ‌he‌ ‌had‌ ‌arrived‌ ‌

at‌ ‌the‌ ‌wrong‌ ‌place.‌ ‌He‌ ‌secretly‌ ‌examined‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun.‌ ‌



Black‌ ‌hair‌ ‌and‌ ‌black‌ ‌eyes.‌ ‌Also‌ ‌those‌ ‌facial‌ ‌features.‌ ‌It‌ ‌was‌ ‌the‌ ‌

standard‌ ‌appearance‌ ‌of‌ ‌an‌ ‌Asian‌ ‌man.‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌knew‌ ‌both‌ ‌Japanese‌ ‌and‌ ‌Chinese,‌ ‌but‌ ‌they‌ ‌weren’t‌ ‌

like‌ ‌this‌ ‌at‌ ‌all.‌ ‌



Did……‌ ‌did‌ ‌he‌ ‌end‌ ‌up‌ ‌in‌ ‌some‌ ‌other‌ ‌nation‌ ‌in‌ ‌Asia?‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌felt‌ ‌a‌ ‌bit‌ ‌lightheaded.‌ ‌At‌ ‌this‌ ‌moment,‌ ‌he‌ ‌urgently‌ ‌

wished‌ ‌to‌ ‌know‌ ‌his‌ ‌exact‌ ‌location.‌ ‌Therefore‌ ‌he‌ ‌obediently‌ ‌

announciated‌ ‌after‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun:‌ ‌“Dad,‌ ‌mom,‌ ‌and,‌ ‌and‌ ‌me?”‌ ‌



The‌ ‌youth’s‌ ‌tone‌ ‌was‌ ‌soft‌ ‌and‌ ‌gentle.‌ ‌It‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌voice‌ ‌that‌ ‌made‌ ‌

people‌ ‌feel‌ ‌serene.‌ ‌His‌ ‌pronunciation‌ ‌was‌ ‌also‌ ‌very‌ ‌accurate,‌ ‌only‌ ‌

carrying‌ ‌a‌ ‌hint‌ ‌of‌ ‌uncertainty,‌ ‌as‌ ‌if‌ ‌afraid‌ ‌he‌ ‌recited‌ ‌it‌ ‌wrong.‌ ‌



Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌praised‌ ‌calmly:‌ ‌“Pretty‌ ‌good.”‌ ‌



Thinking‌ ‌briefly,‌ ‌he‌ ‌pointed‌ ‌at‌ ‌himself:‌ ‌“Me,‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun.”‌ ‌Then‌ ‌

he‌ ‌pointed‌ ‌at‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou:‌ ‌“You?”‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌understood.‌ ‌This‌ ‌was‌ ‌asking‌ ‌him‌ ‌his‌ ‌name.‌ ‌



He‌ ‌hastily‌ ‌said:‌ ‌“Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou.”‌ ‌ ‌



He‌ ‌used‌ ‌the‌ ‌Mandarin‌ ‌pronunciation.‌ ‌



Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌repeated:‌ ‌“Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou.”‌ ‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌nodded‌ ‌his‌ ‌head,‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌bright.‌ ‌



Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌looked‌ ‌at‌ ‌him‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌bit‌ ‌and‌ ‌then‌ ‌withdrew‌ ‌his‌ ‌gaze‌ ‌

to‌ ‌continue‌ ‌teaching.‌ ‌



Very‌ ‌quickly,‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌discovered‌ ‌that‌ ‌this‌ ‌youth‌ ‌was‌ ‌very‌ ‌

adept‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌language‌ ‌area.‌ ‌He‌ ‌only‌ ‌needed‌ ‌to‌ ‌pronounce‌ ‌the‌ ‌

word‌ ‌once,‌ ‌the‌ ‌other‌ ‌would‌ ‌pretty‌ ‌much‌ ‌remember‌ ‌it.‌ ‌He‌ ‌was‌ ‌

even‌ ‌starting‌ ‌to‌ ‌use‌ ‌some‌ ‌simple‌ ‌daily‌ ‌phrases.‌ ‌ ‌



Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌said:‌ ‌“Very‌ ‌impressive.”‌ ‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌was‌ ‌already‌ ‌able‌ ‌to‌ ‌understand‌ ‌this.‌ ‌



He‌ ‌was‌ ‌just‌ ‌a‌ ‌tiny‌ ‌bit‌ ‌proud‌ ‌of‌ ‌himself.‌ ‌Of‌ ‌course‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌

impressive!‌ ‌He‌ ‌was‌ ‌the‌ ‌fastest‌ ‌learner‌ ‌amongst‌ ‌all‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌Gods‌ ‌of‌ ‌

Wealth!‌ ‌



If‌ ‌you‌ ‌must‌ ‌know,‌ ‌out‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌360‌ ‌trades‌ ‌of‌ ‌life,‌ ‌Gods‌ ‌of‌ ‌Wealth‌ ‌

must‌ ‌learn‌ ‌at‌ ‌least‌ ‌300‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌qualified!‌ ‌



If‌ ‌they‌ ‌learned‌ ‌things‌ ‌too‌ ‌slowly,‌ ‌how‌ ‌were‌ ‌they‌ ‌supposed‌ ‌to‌ ‌get‌ ‌

a‌ ‌job‌ ‌position?!‌ ‌



Nowadays,‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌really‌ ‌not‌ ‌easy‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌gods.‌ ‌ ‌



Especially‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌21‌ ‌century,‌ ‌materialism‌ ‌was‌ ‌too‌ ‌strong.‌ ‌Very‌ ‌

few‌ ‌people‌ ‌still‌ ‌believed‌ ‌in‌ ‌gods.‌ ‌ ‌



Everyone‌ ‌says‌ ‌that‌ ‌being‌ ‌a‌ ‌God‌ ‌of‌ ‌Wealth‌ ‌was‌ ‌easiest‌ ‌because‌ ‌

since‌ ‌ancient‌ ‌times,‌ ‌there‌ ‌were‌ ‌very‌ ‌few‌ ‌people‌ ‌who‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌like‌ ‌

money.‌ ‌



Everyone‌ ‌wanted‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌rich‌ ‌and‌ ‌beg‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌rich.‌ ‌Weren’t‌ ‌they‌ ‌just‌ ‌

begging‌ ‌the‌ ‌God‌ ‌of‌ ‌Wealth?‌ ‌



That’s‌ ‌why‌ ‌all‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌gods‌ ‌say,‌ ‌other‌ ‌gods‌ ‌needed‌ ‌to‌ ‌rely‌ ‌on‌ ‌

outperforming‌ ‌each‌ ‌other‌ ‌to‌ ‌live.‌ ‌Only‌ ‌Gods‌ ‌of‌ ‌Wealth‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌need‌ ‌

to‌ ‌fight‌ ‌for‌ ‌achievements.‌ ‌ ‌



But‌ ‌did‌ ‌they‌ ‌ever‌ ‌think‌ ‌about‌ ‌how……‌ ‌there’s‌ ‌a‌ ‌lot‌ ‌of‌ ‌different‌ ‌

types‌ ‌of‌ ‌Wealth‌ ‌Gods!‌ ‌



Not‌ ‌only‌ ‌were‌ ‌there‌ ‌scholarly‌ ‌gods‌ ‌of‌ ‌wealth,‌ ‌there‌ ‌were‌ ‌also‌ ‌

martial‌ ‌gods‌ ‌of‌ ‌wealth.‌ ‌Counting‌ ‌down‌ ‌this‌ ‌line,‌ ‌there‌ ‌were‌ ‌

different‌ ‌wealth‌ ‌gods‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌five‌ ‌regional‌ ‌directions--‌ ‌north,‌ ‌

south,‌ ‌east,‌ ‌west,‌ ‌and‌ ‌center.‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌himself‌ ‌belonged‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌Eastern‌ ‌Region‌ ‌of‌ ‌Wealth‌ ‌

Gods.‌ ‌



Every‌ ‌living‌ ‌being‌ ‌believed‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌different‌ ‌kind‌ ‌of‌ ‌wealth‌ ‌god!‌ ‌After‌ ‌

dividing‌ ‌all‌ ‌of‌ ‌this‌ ‌faith,‌ ‌it’s‌ ‌not‌ ‌even‌ ‌as‌ ‌much‌ ‌as‌ ‌other‌ ‌gods!‌ ‌



What’s‌ ‌scarier‌ ‌was‌ ‌that‌ ‌there’s‌ ‌also‌ ‌PiXiu,‌ ‌the‌ ‌Lucky‌ ‌Cat,‌ ‌and‌ ‌

other‌ ‌things‌ ‌that‌ ‌fought‌ ‌them‌ ‌for‌ ‌believers……‌ ‌



The‌ ‌number‌ ‌of‌ ‌people‌ ‌who‌ ‌believed‌ ‌in‌ ‌Kois‌ ‌were‌ ‌even‌ ‌more‌ ‌than‌ ‌

those‌ ‌who‌ ‌believed‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌Eastern‌ ‌Wealth‌ ‌Gods!‌ ‌



Therefore,‌ ‌if‌ ‌they‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌learn‌ ‌at‌ ‌least‌ ‌300‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌360‌ ‌trades‌ ‌of‌ ‌

life,‌ ‌how‌ ‌were‌ ‌they‌ ‌supposed‌ ‌to‌ ‌contend‌ ‌for‌ ‌followers‌ ‌with‌ ‌other‌ ‌

regions?!‌ ‌



Thinking‌ ‌this,‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌took‌ ‌advantage‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌fact‌ ‌that‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌

XiaoYun‌ ‌couldn’t‌ ‌understand‌ ‌Mandarin‌ ‌and‌ ‌started‌ ‌to‌ ‌complain‌ ‌

bitterly:‌ ‌“Our‌ ‌High‌ ‌God‌ ‌said,‌ ‌once‌ ‌there‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌super‌ ‌unfortunate‌ ‌

person‌ ‌who‌ ‌sold‌ ‌phone‌ ‌microchips.‌ ‌About‌ ‌to‌ ‌go‌ ‌bankrupt,‌ ‌they‌ ‌

went‌ ‌around‌ ‌begging‌ ‌for‌ ‌help‌ ‌from‌ ‌gods,‌ ‌hoping‌ ‌to‌ ‌receive‌ ‌a‌ ‌

lucky‌ ‌investment.‌ ‌They‌ ‌also‌ ‌wanted‌ ‌to‌ ‌find‌ ‌someone‌ ‌who‌ ‌had‌ ‌the‌ ‌

ability‌ ‌to‌ ‌improve‌ ‌the‌ ‌phone‌ ‌microchip‌ ‌to‌ ‌save‌ ‌their‌ ‌company……‌ ‌

this‌ ‌person‌ ‌was‌ ‌from‌ ‌our‌ ‌Eastern‌ ‌region……”‌ ‌



“However,‌ ‌amongst‌ ‌us‌ ‌Eastern‌ ‌wealth‌ ‌gods,‌ ‌no‌ ‌one‌ ‌understood‌ ‌

this‌ ‌technology‌ ‌at‌ ‌all……‌ ‌therefore,‌ ‌this‌ ‌person‌ ‌was‌ ‌stolen‌ ‌by‌ ‌a‌ ‌

Southern‌ ‌wealth‌ ‌god……”‌ ‌



“Because‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌Southern‌ ‌region,‌ ‌there‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌God‌ ‌of‌ ‌Wealth‌ ‌who‌ ‌

had‌ ‌gone‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌mortal‌ ‌realm‌ ‌early‌ ‌on‌ ‌and‌ ‌even‌ ‌graduated‌ ‌from‌ ‌a‌ ‌

very‌ ‌impressive‌ ‌college.‌ ‌He‌ ‌resolved‌ ‌that‌ ‌person’s‌ ‌issue.‌ ‌That‌ ‌

person‌ ‌was‌ ‌super‌ ‌devoted‌ ‌to‌ ‌him‌ ‌and‌ ‌became‌ ‌his‌ ‌follower……‌ ‌a‌ ‌

big‌ ‌boss‌ ‌like‌ ‌this‌ ‌person‌ ‌can‌ ‌produce‌ ‌a‌ ‌huge‌ ‌amount‌ ‌of‌ ‌faith‌ ‌

because‌ ‌he‌ ‌provided‌ ‌work‌ ‌to‌ ‌a‌ ‌lot‌ ‌of‌ ‌people.‌ ‌The‌ ‌power‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌

faith‌ ‌was‌ ‌very‌ ‌strong……The‌ ‌Southern‌ ‌region’s‌ ‌power‌ ‌immediately‌ ‌

overtook‌ ‌our‌ ‌Eastern‌ ‌region.”‌ ‌



“However,‌ ‌the‌ ‌Southern‌ ‌region‌ ‌is‌ ‌still‌ ‌not‌ ‌the‌ ‌strongest.‌ ‌The‌ ‌

strongest‌ ‌was‌ ‌the‌ ‌Western‌ ‌region……‌ ‌they‌ ‌dispatched‌ ‌a‌ ‌super‌ ‌

good-looking‌ ‌God‌ ‌of‌ ‌Wealth‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌human‌ ‌realm‌ ‌to‌ ‌participate‌ ‌in‌ ‌

some‌ ‌talent‌ ‌show‌ ‌or‌ ‌whatever.‌ ‌He‌ ‌became‌ ‌a‌ ‌huge‌ ‌celebrity‌ ‌and‌ ‌

people‌ ‌loved‌ ‌him.‌ ‌He‌ ‌became‌ ‌the‌ ‌one‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌most‌ ‌followers‌ ‌

amongst‌ ‌all‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌five‌ ‌directional‌ ‌Wealth‌ ‌Gods.”‌ ‌



Speaking‌ ‌here,‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌gained‌ ‌a‌ ‌heavy‌ ‌sense‌ ‌of‌ ‌admiration‌ ‌

and‌ ‌envy‌ ‌in‌ ‌his‌ ‌tone.‌ ‌



“From‌ ‌then‌ ‌on,‌ ‌the‌ ‌High‌ ‌God‌ ‌required‌ ‌us‌ ‌to‌ ‌learn‌ ‌at‌ ‌least‌ ‌300‌ ‌out‌ ‌

of‌ ‌the‌ ‌360‌ ‌trades‌ ‌of‌ ‌life.‌ ‌This‌ ‌way‌ ‌we’d‌ ‌be‌ ‌able‌ ‌to‌ ‌fulfill‌ ‌the‌ ‌

wishes‌ ‌of‌ ‌people‌ ‌from‌ ‌all‌ ‌trades‌ ‌of‌ ‌life‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌future.‌ ‌However,‌ ‌it‌ ‌

really‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌easy‌ ‌to‌ ‌learn‌ ‌all‌ ‌of‌ ‌this.‌ ‌After‌ ‌this‌ ‌requirement‌ ‌was‌ ‌

announced,‌ ‌9‌ ‌of‌ ‌our‌ ‌Eastern‌ ‌wealth‌ ‌gods‌ ‌resigned,‌ ‌2‌ ‌got‌ ‌

depression,‌ ‌and‌ ‌1‌ ‌gained‌ ‌a‌ ‌multi-personality‌ ‌disorder……‌ ‌Ai.‌ ‌The‌ ‌

pressure‌ ‌for‌ ‌us‌ ‌Eastern‌ ‌wealth‌ ‌gods‌ ‌is‌ ‌too‌ ‌much.‌ ‌We’re‌ ‌really‌ ‌

lacking‌ ‌in‌ ‌personnel‌ ‌also……”‌ ‌



“The‌ ‌Gods‌ ‌of‌ ‌Wishes‌ ‌constantly‌ ‌complains‌ ‌about‌ ‌us‌ ‌too,‌ ‌saying‌ ‌

that‌ ‌we’re‌ ‌stealing‌ ‌their‌ ‌followers……”‌ ‌



Because‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌was‌ ‌speaking‌ ‌Mandarin,‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌

didn’t‌ ‌understand‌ ‌what‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌saying‌ ‌at‌ ‌all.‌ ‌He‌ ‌only‌ ‌heard‌ ‌the‌ ‌

little‌ ‌youth‌ ‌prattle‌ ‌on‌ ‌and‌ ‌chattering‌ ‌away,‌ ‌one‌ ‌minute‌ ‌proud,‌ ‌

one‌ ‌minute‌ ‌envious,‌ ‌and‌ ‌then‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌end,‌ ‌starting‌ ‌to‌ ‌lament.‌ ‌



Just‌ ‌like‌ ‌a‌ ‌little‌ ‌kid.‌ ‌



Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌pressed‌ ‌down‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌flick‌ ‌of‌ ‌hair‌ ‌sticking‌ ‌out‌ ‌

foolishly‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌top‌ ‌of‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou’s‌ ‌head.‌ ‌



“Huh?”‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌covered‌ ‌his‌ ‌head‌ ‌and‌ ‌looked‌ ‌up‌ ‌at‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌

XiaoYun.‌ ‌



Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌calmly‌ ‌retracted‌ ‌his‌ ‌hand‌ ‌and‌ ‌flipped‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌next‌ ‌

page:‌ ‌“Continue.”‌ ‌



“En.‌ ‌En.”‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌nodded‌ ‌his‌ ‌head,‌ ‌like‌ ‌a‌ ‌little‌ ‌chicken‌ ‌

pecking‌ ‌for‌ ‌grains,‌ ‌looking‌ ‌extremely‌ ‌well-behaved.‌ ‌



Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌was‌ ‌just‌ ‌about‌ ‌to‌ ‌recite‌ ‌when‌ ‌suddenly‌ ‌it‌ ‌got‌ ‌dark.‌ ‌



The‌ ‌candle‌ ‌that‌ ‌Zhaung‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌lit‌ ‌up‌ ‌just‌ ‌now‌ ‌had‌ ‌already‌ ‌burned‌ ‌

down‌ ‌completely.‌ ‌The‌ ‌surrounding‌ ‌turned‌ ‌pitch-black‌ ‌once‌ ‌more.‌ ‌



Inside‌ ‌the‌ ‌darkness,‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌impossible‌ ‌to‌ ‌continue‌ ‌studying.‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌

XiaoYun‌ ‌gave‌ ‌the‌ ‌picture‌ ‌book‌ ‌to‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌and‌ ‌said:‌ ‌“Let’s‌ ‌

head‌ ‌back‌ ‌and‌ ‌rest.”‌ ‌



“Okay.”‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌was‌ ‌still‌ ‌a‌ ‌bit‌ ‌inexperienced‌ ‌in‌ ‌speaking‌ ‌

‘the‌ ‌old‌ ‌dialect’‌ ‌and‌ ‌felt‌ ‌a‌ ‌bit‌ ‌embarrassed.‌ ‌



Hugging‌ ‌the‌ ‌picture‌ ‌book‌ ‌and‌ ‌standing‌ ‌up,‌ ‌he‌ ‌placed‌ ‌the‌ ‌

nutritional‌ ‌supplement‌ ‌into‌ ‌his‌ ‌pocket.‌ ‌Then‌ ‌he‌ ‌looked‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌

incense‌ ‌burner‌ ‌and‌ ‌Divine‌ ‌Image‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌ground‌ ‌and‌ ‌started‌ ‌to‌ ‌

feel‌ ‌somewhat‌ ‌conflicted.‌ ‌



It‌ ‌was‌ ‌definitely‌ ‌impossible‌ ‌to‌ ‌put‌ ‌them‌ ‌away‌ ‌right‌ ‌now‌ ‌into‌ ‌his‌ ‌

GanKun‌ ‌pouch.‌ ‌If‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌noticed,‌ ‌it‌ ‌wouldn’t‌ ‌be‌ ‌easy‌ ‌to‌ ‌

explain……‌ ‌it’s‌ ‌probably‌ ‌better‌ ‌to‌ ‌wait‌ ‌a‌ ‌bit‌ ‌and‌ ‌then‌ ‌return‌ ‌

secretly‌ ‌to‌ ‌put‌ ‌it‌ ‌away.‌ ‌



Gaze‌ ‌focused,‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌silently‌ ‌followed‌ ‌behind‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌

XiaoYun.‌ ‌



Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌had‌ ‌a‌ ‌high‌ ‌psychic‌ ‌level.‌ ‌The‌ ‌darkness‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌affect‌ ‌

his‌ ‌vision‌ ‌at‌ ‌all.‌ ‌After‌ ‌walking‌ ‌a‌ ‌few‌ ‌steps,‌ ‌he‌ ‌discovered‌ ‌that‌ ‌the‌ ‌

little‌ ‌friend‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌put‌ ‌away‌ ‌the‌ ‌things‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌ground.‌ ‌



He‌ ‌stopped‌ ‌walking‌ ‌and‌ ‌turned‌ ‌around.‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌was‌ ‌busy‌ ‌pondering‌ ‌with‌ ‌his‌ ‌head‌ ‌lowered,‌ ‌trying‌ ‌

to‌ ‌figure‌ ‌out‌ ‌an‌ ‌excuse‌ ‌so‌ ‌he‌ ‌could‌ ‌come‌ ‌out‌ ‌later‌ ‌to‌ ‌recollect‌ ‌his‌ ‌

Divine‌ ‌Image.‌ ‌He‌ ‌failed‌ ‌to‌ ‌notice‌ ‌that‌ ‌the‌ ‌man‌ ‌walking‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌

front‌ ‌had‌ ‌suddenly‌ ‌stopped.‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌directly‌ ‌bumped‌ ‌head‌ ‌first‌ ‌into‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun’s‌ ‌

chest.‌ ‌ ‌



“S,‌ ‌sorry……”‌ ‌ ‌



Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌acknowledged‌ ‌with‌ ‌an‌ ‌“en”:‌ ‌“Pay‌ ‌attention‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌

road.”‌ ‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou’s‌ ‌cheeks‌ ‌were‌ ‌somewhat‌ ‌red:‌ ‌“Why,‌ ‌why‌ ‌did‌ ‌you‌ ‌

stop‌ ‌walking?”‌ ‌



He‌ ‌was‌ ‌still‌ ‌not‌ ‌too‌ ‌accustomed‌ ‌to‌ ‌speaking‌ ‌the‌ ‌galactic‌ ‌

language,‌ ‌so‌ ‌he‌ ‌stammered‌ ‌a‌ ‌bit.‌ ‌



Fortunately,‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌able‌ ‌to‌ ‌express‌ ‌what‌ ‌he‌ ‌meant‌ ‌very‌ ‌clearly.‌ ‌



Wen‌ ‌Xiao‌ ‌reminded‌ ‌him‌ ‌nonchalantly:‌ ‌“You‌ ‌forgot‌ ‌your‌ ‌dad.”‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌was‌ ‌somewhat‌ ‌bewildered:‌ ‌“........ah?‌ ‌My,‌ ‌my‌ ‌

dad?”‌ ‌



Wen‌ ‌XianYun‌ ‌extended‌ ‌a‌ ‌hand‌ ‌and‌ ‌pointed‌ ‌behind‌ ‌him.‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌turned‌ ‌his‌ ‌head‌ ‌and‌ ‌looked‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌direction‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌

finger.‌ ‌He‌ ‌immediately‌ ‌saw‌ ‌his‌ ‌Divine‌ ‌Image‌ ‌placed‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌

ground‌ ‌by‌ ‌its‌ ‌lonesome.‌ ‌The‌ ‌incense‌ ‌was‌ ‌almost‌ ‌burned‌ ‌to‌ ‌ashes‌ ‌

as‌ ‌well.‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou:‌ ‌“.......?”‌ ‌



It……‌ ‌



My‌ ‌dad?‌ ‌



Perhaps‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou’s‌ ‌face‌ ‌expressed‌ ‌too‌ ‌much‌ ‌astonishment‌ ‌

and‌ ‌incredulousness.‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌looked‌ ‌at‌ ‌his‌ ‌openly‌ ‌

expressive‌ ‌little‌ ‌face‌ ‌that‌ ‌was‌ ‌unable‌ ‌to‌ ‌hide‌ ‌anything,‌ ‌and‌ ‌

asked:‌ ‌“Not‌ ‌your‌ ‌dad?”‌ ‌



Was‌ ‌this‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou’s‌ ‌brother?‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌awkwardly‌ ‌touched‌ ‌his‌ ‌nose:‌ ‌“En……‌ ‌you,‌ ‌you‌ ‌can‌ ‌

just‌ ‌consider‌ ‌it‌ ‌as‌ ‌my‌ ‌dad……”‌ ‌



Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun:‌ ‌“?”‌ ‌



Consider‌ ‌it‌ ‌as?‌ ‌



Was‌ ‌a‌ ‌dad‌ ‌something‌ ‌that‌ ‌needed‌ ‌considering?‌ ‌



He‌ ‌wanted‌ ‌to‌ ‌mention‌ ‌his‌ ‌skepticism,‌ ‌but‌ ‌he‌ ‌suddenly‌ ‌

remembered‌ ‌that‌ ‌the‌ ‌youth‌ ‌had‌ ‌just‌ ‌learned‌ ‌the‌ ‌galactic‌ ‌

language.‌ ‌Perhaps‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌expressing‌ ‌his‌ ‌words‌ ‌a‌ ‌bit‌ ‌unclearly.‌ ‌

This‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌anything‌ ‌strange.‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌had‌ ‌no‌ ‌other‌ ‌choice.‌ ‌He‌ ‌can‌ ‌only‌ ‌return‌ ‌and‌ ‌silently‌ ‌

pick‌ ‌up‌ ‌the‌ ‌Divine‌ ‌Image,‌ ‌one‌ ‌hand‌ ‌holding‌ ‌the‌ ‌incense‌ ‌burner‌ ‌

and‌ ‌one‌ ‌hand‌ ‌holding‌ ‌the‌ ‌Divine‌ ‌Image.‌ ‌ ‌



What‌ ‌was‌ ‌he‌ ‌going‌ ‌to‌ ‌do?‌ ‌Did‌ ‌he‌ ‌have‌ ‌to‌ ‌hold‌ ‌it‌ ‌like‌ ‌this‌ ‌

everyday‌ ‌now?‌ ‌



Seeing‌ ‌that‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌put‌ ‌the‌ ‌things‌ ‌back‌ ‌into‌ ‌his‌ ‌

interdimensional‌ ‌space,‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌thought‌ ‌this‌ ‌was‌ ‌also‌ ‌

somewhat‌ ‌strange.‌ ‌ ‌



Perhaps‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌unwilling‌ ‌to‌ ‌part‌ ‌with‌ ‌it?‌ ‌



Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌ask‌ ‌anymore‌ ‌and‌ ‌brought‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌back‌ ‌

to‌ ‌the‌ ‌tent-like‌ ‌escape‌ ‌pod.‌ ‌ ‌



Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌said:‌ ‌“There’s‌ ‌still‌ ‌3‌ ‌bottles‌ ‌of‌ ‌nutritional‌ ‌

supplements‌ ‌left.‌ ‌There’s‌ ‌no‌ ‌other‌ ‌food‌ ‌available.‌ ‌We‌ ‌need‌ ‌to‌ ‌

leave‌ ‌here‌ ‌as‌ ‌soon‌ ‌as‌ ‌possible.‌ ‌Exposed‌ ‌completely‌ ‌under‌ ‌the‌ ‌

radiation‌ ‌of‌ ‌these‌ ‌energy‌ ‌sources,‌ ‌our……”‌ ‌



He‌ ‌wanted‌ ‌to‌ ‌say‌ ‌‘our‌ ‌body‌ ‌might‌ ‌not‌ ‌be‌ ‌able‌ ‌to‌ ‌handle‌ ‌it‌ ‌for‌ ‌

much‌ ‌longer’.‌ ‌However,‌ ‌he‌ ‌suddenly‌ ‌remembered‌ ‌that‌ ‌the‌ ‌youth‌ ‌

didn’t‌ ‌have‌ ‌any‌ ‌trace‌ ‌of‌ ‌radiation‌ ‌on‌ ‌his‌ ‌body.‌ ‌His‌ ‌sudden‌ ‌

appearance‌ ‌here‌ ‌was‌ ‌too‌ ‌odd.‌ ‌The‌ ‌fact‌ ‌that‌ ‌his‌ ‌body‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌

affected‌ ‌by‌ ‌radiation‌ ‌was‌ ‌also‌ ‌astonishing.‌ ‌ ‌



If‌ ‌it‌ ‌weren’t‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌fact‌ ‌that‌ ‌the‌ ‌youth‌ ‌couldn’t‌ ‌hide‌ ‌his‌ ‌emotions,‌ ‌

could‌ ‌be‌ ‌read‌ ‌clearly‌ ‌with‌ ‌one‌ ‌glance,‌ ‌and‌ ‌was‌ ‌innocent‌ ‌and‌ ‌

straightforward,‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌would‌ ‌have‌ ‌never‌ ‌allowed‌ ‌him‌ ‌to‌ ‌

stay.‌ ‌



On‌ ‌the‌ ‌contrary,‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌his‌ ‌own‌ ‌body‌ ‌that‌ ‌has‌ ‌been‌ ‌damaged‌ ‌

quite‌ ‌harshly‌ ‌by‌ ‌the‌ ‌radiation.‌ ‌



Therefore,‌ ‌he‌ ‌changed‌ ‌his‌ ‌words‌ ‌and‌ ‌said:‌ ‌“My‌ ‌body‌ ‌won’t‌ ‌last‌ ‌

much‌ ‌longer‌ ‌under‌ ‌the‌ ‌radiation‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌energy‌ ‌sources.‌ ‌I‌ ‌need‌ ‌to‌ ‌

repair‌ ‌the‌ ‌communication‌ ‌array‌ ‌right‌ ‌now.‌ ‌You‌ ‌can‌ ‌stay‌ ‌here‌ ‌and‌ ‌

rest.”‌ ‌



Actually,‌ ‌the‌ ‌inner‌ ‌cabin‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌mecha‌ ‌can‌ ‌block‌ ‌the‌ ‌radiation.‌ ‌

However,‌ ‌his‌ ‌mecha,‌ ‌Wo‌ ‌Si,‌ ‌was‌ ‌damaged‌ ‌heavily‌ ‌under‌ ‌the‌ ‌last‌ ‌

battle‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌Empress‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌Alien‌ ‌Insects,‌ ‌basically‌ ‌splitting‌ ‌

apart‌ ‌into‌ ‌pieces.‌ ‌ ‌



Wo‌ ‌Si‌ ‌was‌ ‌created‌ ‌by‌ ‌the‌ ‌most‌ ‌impressive‌ ‌Mecha‌ ‌creator‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌

Empire,‌ ‌Ge‌ ‌LuEn,‌ ‌Its‌ ‌every‌ ‌component‌ ‌made‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌most‌ ‌

valuable‌ ‌materials.‌ ‌Itt‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌that‌ ‌easy‌ ‌to‌ ‌fix‌ ‌Wo‌ ‌Si.‌ ‌



Not‌ ‌to‌ ‌mention,‌ ‌the‌ ‌nutritional‌ ‌supplement‌ ‌inside‌ ‌the‌ ‌escape‌ ‌pod‌ ‌

wasn’t‌ ‌enough‌ ‌to‌ ‌sustain‌ ‌him‌ ‌for‌ ‌long.‌ ‌



Because‌ ‌of‌ ‌this,‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌had‌ ‌no‌ ‌choice‌ ‌but‌ ‌to‌ ‌fix‌ ‌the‌ ‌

communication‌ ‌array‌ ‌first‌ ‌under‌ ‌the‌ ‌danger‌ ‌of‌ ‌exposure‌ ‌to‌ ‌full‌ ‌

radiation.‌ ‌After‌ ‌the‌ ‌communication‌ ‌array‌ ‌can‌ ‌transmit‌ ‌signals,‌ ‌he‌ ‌

can‌ ‌then‌ ‌try‌ ‌to‌ ‌fix‌ ‌his‌ ‌mecha‌ ‌while‌ ‌waiting‌ ‌for‌ ‌rescue.‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌only‌ ‌understood‌ ‌vaguely‌ ‌from‌ ‌what‌ ‌he‌ ‌heard‌ ‌

because‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌said‌ ‌many‌ ‌words‌ ‌that‌ ‌he‌ ‌hadn't‌ ‌learned‌ ‌

from‌ ‌the‌ ‌instructional‌ ‌book‌ ‌yet.‌ ‌He‌ ‌only‌ ‌heard‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌say‌ ‌

he‌ ‌was‌ ‌going‌ ‌to‌ ‌fix‌ ‌something‌ ‌and‌ ‌wanted‌ ‌him‌ ‌to‌ ‌stay‌ ‌and‌ ‌sleep.‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌was‌ ‌somewhat‌ ‌hesitant:‌ ‌“That……”‌ ‌



He‌ ‌wanted‌ ‌to‌ ‌ask‌ ‌Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌what‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌fixing.‌ ‌Perhaps‌ ‌he‌ ‌

knew‌ ‌how‌ ‌to‌ ‌do‌ ‌it‌ ‌as‌ ‌well.‌ ‌



He‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌God‌ ‌of‌ ‌Wealth‌ ‌who‌ ‌knew‌ ‌300‌ ‌trades‌ ‌of‌ ‌life‌ ‌after‌ ‌all.‌ ‌



Wen‌ ‌XiaoYun‌ ‌raised‌ ‌an‌ ‌eyebrow,‌ ‌thinking‌ ‌that‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌was‌ ‌

afraid‌ ‌of‌ ‌being‌ ‌alone‌ ‌by‌ ‌himself.‌ ‌Sure‌ ‌enough,‌ ‌the‌ ‌other‌ ‌was‌ ‌

really‌ ‌still‌ ‌very‌ ‌young.‌ ‌



He‌ ‌pointed‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌Divine‌ ‌Image‌ ‌that‌ ‌Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou‌ ‌had‌ ‌placed‌ ‌

against‌ ‌the‌ ‌wall‌ ‌and‌ ‌said‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌rare,‌ ‌comforting‌ ‌tone:‌ ‌“Don’t‌ ‌be‌ ‌

afraid.‌ ‌Your‌ ‌dad‌ ‌is‌ ‌here‌ ‌for‌ ‌you.”‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou:‌ ‌“........”‌ ‌ ‌



~~~~~~~~‌ ‌

The‌ ‌author‌ ‌has‌ ‌something‌ ‌to‌ ‌say---P.s.‌ ‌



Zhuang‌ ‌Zhou:‌ ‌If‌ ‌I’m‌ ‌my‌ ‌own‌ ‌dad,‌ ‌then‌ ‌is‌ ‌my‌ ‌own‌ ‌dad‌ ‌still‌ ‌my‌ ‌

own‌ ‌dad?‌ ‌





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