Chapter 1

rained for days, and my wounds hurt. I

song bailao really came to the mountain to recuperate,

and when the injury was healed, he also left. he and i

returned to the state of being invisible and stiff before.

simply put, it was the cold war.

"i haven't seen you in a long time." waving my hand at the

camera and looking at the rising number of people

online, i nervously looked away,

"sorry for stopping the

live broadcast for so long, starting today, i will continue to

broadcast for three days and 72 hours in a row." i, i know

a lot of people still have a misconception about me and

don't believe i have real strength. it's okay, i'll slowly

prove it to you.

pulling out the sugar and cream cream prepared in

advance in the refrigerator, i started making small parts,

fish, shrimp, cornice arches, red corals and pearl-bearing

mussel shells.

after eight hours of live streaming, i turned my sore neck,

stopped for some water, and did a ten-minute break.

[depressed you are so good-looking, do you remember

me when i paid attention to you before? I

glancing at the messages scrolling across the screen, i

picked a few replies.

"remember, there were only about thirty people in the

live broadcast room at that time, and i remembered

everyone's name."

some things are really

"remember, there were only about thirty people in the

live broadcast room at that time, and i remembered

everyone's name."

some things are really forced, and if they are not forced.

they don't know how much potential they have. in just

eight hours, i have begun to get used to being full-face in

the camera and speaking much smoother.

as long as you focus on the things you love, it seems that

everything next to you is no longer important.

"it's true that the sugar and cream cream don't taste too

good because it's so sweet. it is also a pity that the

outside and the inside cannot be taken into account.

"the brand of pigment? good color sense in fact, only

need red, yellow and blue three colors is enough, if not

good then recommend your brand.…." i picked up a small

bottle of turquoise pigment on the side, palm behind it to

let the camera focus, "see? it's this brand, it's easy to use.

"if you want to make a good cake, you still have to

practice more."

the number of people in the live broadcast room has

exceeded 5,000, which is the best result since my live

broadcast. but i know that most people come to see the

hilarity, and a few even come to find stubble.

however, due to the large number of people online, even

if there are discordant sounds, they will soon be brushed over

[hoshizawa has forgiven you, you are still the evil person

who first sued and beat a rake, how can you be such a

vicious person.] for example, something like this.

[technology is so bad, hoshizawa dumped you ten

streets!] another example is like this.

[since marrying into the rich, hug your husband's thighs

and don't let him mess with the little star is true, is it not

good to teach your husband and children at home? and

So on.

at 11 o'clock in the evening, i said goodnight to the

audience behind the camera and went to sleep. but the

camera is still on, and the livestream will continue until i

finish the work i have in my hands.

at nine o'clock the next day, another 12-hour live

broadcast from morning to night, i began to make the

most sophisticated and important core part.

as i gradually carved a milky lump of sugar with my

fingers and a carving knife, someone on the screen had

already guessed what was under my hands.

[this is the dragon, the dragon's horn, the dragon's

mouth, and the teeth, praise me, i guessed right!])

i laughed and said, "yes, it's a dragon." everyone should

know the story of sun wukong taking the needle of the

sea god, right?"

a small monkey, turning over the east sea, stirring up the

earth palace, making trouble in the heavenly palace, self-

proclaimed "qi tian dasheng", to be in harmony with the

heavens. how inadequacy, but also more uplifting.

there are many "sun wukong" in this world who want to

break the rules and subvert the class. i was one of them.

dreaming of getting the respect i deserved through my

own efforts. but in the end, it still failed, and even a "bow

ma wen" was not taken.

"at that time, i designed this work, mainly because i was a beta,beta various design competitions….to put it mildly, it is a discriminatory existence. i continued to

carve out the details in my hands, and put out the causes

and consequences of the design of the "dragon palace" in

that year, the origin of the idea and the disk, "just when i

don't measure my own strength." at that time, i did have

a bit of a mind of comparing qi tian dasheng, wanting to

stir up international competitions and let those referees

who were above the top see that beta could also have the

creativity of not losing omega.

once upon a time, i also had the courage to go forward,

but unfortunately i was crushed by xiang ping and chang

xingze's joint "rulai divine palm"., the only good thing is

probably that i don't have to be so miserable and be

suppressed for five hundred years.

a person making such a delicate cake work is a bit

physically demanding, and after the end of the live

broadcast, i pounded my waist and went back to the

room, almost falling asleep, and the next day the alarm

clock went off and almost couldn't get up.

when i was ready to appear in front of the camera, i found

that the number of people online on the last day was an

unprecedented five-digit number. and the message area

was scrolling rapidly, as if something had caused them a

heated discussion before i arrived.

"good morning, everyone. today we start assembling the

various parts, and then do the details to supplement, that

is, fine drawing..." i suddenly saw a message praising my

child for his good looks and asking if the other party was

an omega.

i was stunned there, my breath was frozen, and i almost

thought that the good thing had been dug up. later, i saw

that others corrected that the child who was not the

anchor was the stepson, and i reacted that they were talking about song mo "What happened to momo?" has he just come? "he

should be taking piano lessons now.

[here it comes, quietly like a little squirrel, curiously

looking at what's on your table, then opening the

refrigerator again and performing a ten-second cake stunt

on the side of the trash can.])

i saw "a piece of cake in ten seconds" and immediately

got up and went to the refrigerator, opened it and

counted, and found that there was indeed a missing piece

of chocolate cake.

i reluctantly returned to the camera: "his father wouldn't

let him eat too much cake, for fear of his tooth decay." i

always couldn't resist bringing him cake from outside,

and it seemed that i was going to control his intake of

sweets.

although today's task is still heavy, but it may have been

carried out to the final process, without the urgent

atmosphere of the previous two days, my whole person

suddenly relaxed.

"ink is not omega, it's an authentic alpha." as soon as this

word came out, the message area was heartbroken and

lost. what's even funnier is that a group of people start

calling me "mother-in-law"?

i simply don't know how to reply to them well, can only

choose when i don't see it.

by two o'clock in the afternoon, all the components have

been placed and the finishing and coloring is about to be

completed.

the dragon's mouth opened furiously, the dragon's horn

broke, the crack stretched all the way down, the small half of the face was broken,corner tower of the cornice arch protruding from the dragon head and the panicked shrimp soldier crab general. qi tian dasheng

held the dinghai god needle and sat leisurely on the

broken dragon horn, as if it was someone else, not him,

who had just smashed the dragon's head.

the fixed sea god needle can be variable in size, vertical

through the dragon head, straight into the bottom of the

cake embryo, not only play a certain role in supporting.

but also add to the story of the picture.

"the core of this golden hoop stick is made of biscuits,

which is particularly hard and can be chewed as a molar

stick. wrapped in a layer of sugar on the outside. that's

realistic."

on the surface of the cake embryo, i made the shape of a

katsushika hokusai-type wave, and the dragon head tilted

slightly upside down to form a relatively stable triangular

composition. finally, small things such as corals and

pearls are sporadically decorated throughout the cake.

"you can cut off the coral in half and put it on the surface

of the sea, just like the feeling of the other half in the

water..." the closer the work is to the end, the more i have

a feeling of "homesickness", and my fingers are

trembling.

two years ago, i did not have the opportunity to complete

the work, full of my ambitions of the "dragon palace",

finally re-seen the world.

"all right." i stepped back a little, staring at the cake in

front of me like a work of art, a little out of my mind.

taking off the waist, at this moment, a certain bitter and

obscure corner of my heart seemed to reappear with the

return of the great sage, and the dragon palace

reappeared, suddenly disappearing and liberating the supernatural life.

turning off the camera and computer equipment that had

been rotating for 72 hours, the drowsiness and fatigue

that i could endure before suddenly became clear,

making me eager to sleep for three days and three nights

at once.

"mr. ning…

." sister-in-law nine saw me coming out of the

kitchen and immediately greeted me, "there is a courier

that you need to sign for."

i pointed to myself in surprise: "me?"

"the other party said it was a regular piece, and asked the

owner of the house to sign for it." nine sisters-in-law

explained.

at the door stood a young man dressed as a postman,

who saw me coming out and pulled out a lipstick-sized

cardboard box from a cross-backed canvas bag and asked

me to sign for it.

"yes…. ning yu's courier? i hesitated and didn't finish

writing right away.

"i don't know, i only said that i want the owner of this

family to sign for it, there is no fixed name." the postman

said, "this is a timed item, and the sender made an

appointment several months ago."

several months ago?

i was even more confused, and after signing for the

courier, i opened it in front of my sister-in-law. inside was

a tiny flash drive, silver all over, with nothing special

about it.

afraid of any trojan virus, i did not dare to use the

equipment in song bailao's room to view the contents inside.

Back to the room with my laptop in hand, I plugged the flash drive into the computer. after a while, the folder

pops up automatically, showing only one video file.

isn't that a prank horror video?

i was a little upset, but i still silently read amitabha

buddha and opened the file.

appearing in the video is a very thin omega, about forty

years old, wearing a white shirt, i don't know if i was born

like this or encountered something sad, and my

expression is a little sad. a black tear mole grew in the

corner of his eye, and between gu pan, he was only a

beautiful facial feature and immediately added two more

touching colors.

he held the arm of the other hand tightly with one hand,

and just like this for several minutes, if it were not for the

time bar, i would have thought that the video was stuck.

"berlau, by the time you see this video, i should already

be gone. after all these years, i can finally be relieved.

as soon as he spoke, i realized that the owner of the

courier was not me.

"i know you've always hated your dad and you've hated

me. you have reason to hate us, both then and now. i will

not defend myself, there is nothing to defend, we are

indeed not innocent… but i hope you will be happy in

your future life and stop indulging in hatred.

his words can be said to be very directed, and looking at the omega on the screen with a unique fragile beauty,

have probably guessed who he is.

pressing the pause button, exiting the flash drive in my

hand, i went to the balcony and dialed song bailao's

phone.

the bell rang for a long time before it was connected, and

song bailao's cold and detached voice immediately

sounded: "what's the matter?"

i clutched my phone: "i received a courier, it seems to be

sent to you by your stepfather, it's a flash drive..." and it

was like a suicide notice.

before i could finish speaking, i hung up the phone.

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