Blessings to the beautiful stars

perhaps.

Students who are still in the ivory tower are luckier than people in society in that the results of their efforts can be quantified by "examination" scores; the tests they have to face also have specific dates.

Efforts can be quantified by scores, and you can use this as a reference on the way forward, correct your own course, and return from the detour.And the purpose of the students is so pure, it is just the exam at the end of the semester, there is no need to think too much, and you can't think too much.

People in society are different.

After all, no one can know the "score" of their own life, and no one can judge it specifically.The forks are endless.

No one knows whether the direction of one's efforts is right or not, let alone whether one's day and night efforts will be able to regain some of the achievements that belong to oneself from the pressure of life and the growing age.

It is better to say that the world of social people is always like this. Efforts always yield little results, but the process of hard work has a long way to go. Unless it hits the inevitable death of life head-on, it seems that it will never end.

Perhaps in those "Gold Finger" novels, the biggest hook for the protagonist is to digitize all the protagonist's "attributes".

As small as a little bit of growth in his arm muscles, it can be directly reflected in the numbers after the decimal point on the data panel.

How much relief is it to know that your hard work has paid off?
But Goldfinger only belongs to the protagonist after all, and the others seem destined to be perplexed and tormented all their lives by the question of whether their hard work has paid off or whether they are on the right path in life.

But I have been troubled for a long time, tortured by the exhaustion of life to the point where I haven't had any dreams at night for a long time.

Will people lose the ability to imagine the scene when their wishes are really realized?

Just like Fan Jinzhongju, the sudden ecstasy will only make people go crazy, as if they suddenly regained the ability to dream, and they will only feel that everything around them is a dream.

It's about the same for Mount Aishan.

She only remembered that she was still wrestling with the depth of the void just a second ago, struggling to avoid the abstract gravitational thread and its ignited flames, tumbling for a long, long time.

The accumulated exhaustion has far exceeded the limit of Ai Shanshan, and the exhausted energy is of course far from satisfying the insatiable desire of the void.

Until the last second, she couldn't find any hope of getting out of the trap, and could only be like a butterfly that accidentally fell into a spider web, the more she struggled, the tighter she was entangled.

This is the real darkness, which makes Ai Shanshan doubt whether his efforts are in vain.More than once, she wanted to let go of the console of the ancient painting Qingkong, give up on herself, and hand over everything to the so-called fate.

Even Levina's cheering could not dispel the irritability in Aishanshan's heart, and the usual good smell from the elf maid, which only made the siren even more upset at this time.

At least it was like this until the moment before. This dark exhaustion and torture should have been the main theme of Ai Shanshan for a long time, until the plane crashed or a miracle happened.

Ai Shanshan doesn't know if the miracle happened.

But the next second, when she came back to her senses, she found that she was already in a banquet.

banquet?What banquet?
Looking around for a moment, Ai Shanshan realized in a daze that this banquet was probably his own family banquet.The evidence is that Zuo Wu was smirking over there, while Della was standing not far from her, as if she wanted to say something to her, but she never dared to go forward.

What does she want to say?
Just as Ai Shanshan felt a little puzzled, he vaguely saw a ball of light floating beside Della.The moment the ball of light was observed, it flashed rapidly in her eyes.

In just an instant, Ai Shanshan saw the vicissitudes of the Siren Clan.It's nothing to look at, the siren lacks the concept of family and country by nature, and the history of the clan is not attractive to Ai Shanshan.

how to say?Ai Shanshan concluded that she married Zuo Wu only because she fell in love with Zuo Wu.

If there is no Zuo Wu, she will not mind whether her partner is male or female, old or young, or even human-shaped. Anyway, she will get tired of it soon, and follow the siren's instinct to find another love.

How did you get to where you are today?
Since it is my own family banquet, I should enjoy it well.

Ai Shanshan felt that he had forgotten something, but it was probably not something important. Now he just wanted to call Daila over and ask Chong Niang what she wanted to say, and what about the ball of light beside her that looked more and more like a siren? what happened.

Photosphere?

Doubts arose again, but then, Ai Shanshan only felt that his mind was completely filled with one word, and that word was "Joyful and Harmonious".

The way of filling is so simple and rude, almost to wash away all my thoughts and make them blank.But the ball of light seemed to be a pure white paper, and he didn't know what to add if he wanted to add something to his mind.

Only then did I barely leave myself some room to think.

Thinking of this, Ai Shanshan struggled to divert his gaze, and did not see his maid at the position where Levina usually stood by. It was not until he worked hard that Levina was sitting next to him.

Levina's eyes were also rolling, and when she met her, her eyes were full of surprise, but then they were replaced by bitterness.

It seems that even Chudan Angel cannot escape from this paradox.

Ai Shanshan wanted to smack his tongue, but he just wanted to do such a simple action to make himself completely defeated.I could only watch my body move uncontrollably, and I picked up the spoon without any food, just put the spoon in my mouth and chewed dryly.

That's weird, the spoon chews like rubber.

The ball of light seemed to be whispering something to Della.

The ball of light whispered to Chongniang: "Well, I took notes. You said you wanted to tell 'big mother' that you are not afraid of her, right?"

Della nodded.

"That, I'm sorry, I forgot to ask, who is your eldest mother?" Guangqiu was a little embarrassed: "It's the first time I help people realize their wishes...helping real people, I'm a little unskilled."

Seeing that Della opened her mouth, Ai Shanshan pointed at herself, and asked again: "Huh? You should be a god, a half-made god, who can bring us all here, so these things can't be solved after reading your mind a little bit." May I know?"

"You can read minds, so why do you have long mouths?" Guangqiu's doubts deepened.

"...I mean you come to read our hearts." Della rubbed the space between her brows.

The light ball was shocked: "Can I! Do you want to ask for your permission to read your hearts?"

Della glanced at the light ball with a headache.

The light ball seemed to have misunderstood it again, and bent its mouth in distress.Ai Shanshan only felt that he was looking at him.

In a flash.

The pattern of the dining table changed suddenly, and a path was opened from it. The red grass grew wildly on the ground. Maybe this is the red carpet understood by the light ball?
The rubber-like spoon just now flew out of his mouth, standing aside and beating each other, like beating gongs and drums.

Do it all.

The ball of light stood aside, looking forward to Della's gaze.

On the contrary, Della was looked at a little cramped. Perhaps her spirit had already been deeply affected by the light ball, but she really walked on the red carpet woven with scarlet grass.

Then the lady frowned a little.

The light ball was extremely nervous: "If you have any opinions, just say it!"

"The grass doesn't feel right," Della smiled. "Look, I don't know if I'm walking on the grassland or walking on a steel wool ball."

"Sorry, I haven't seen real grass," Light Ball said softly, "That game only gave me a few pictures of tundra planets. You...can you tell me what real grass feels like?"

Della nodded.

Ai Shanshan saw that the two little guys began to discuss the touch of the grass in detail, and the expression of sudden understanding appeared again and again on the face of the light ball that looked more and more like a young siren in his eyes.

It took a long time to adjust until Della was finally satisfied.The sea monster saw her sighing reassuringly, and walked towards him.

then.

Chongniang solemnly said in front of her eyes, "Big Mom, I'm not afraid of you, not at all!"

Ai Shanshan's eyes changed constantly.

Guangqiu raised her hand cautiously: "That... Could it be in the eyes of your eldest mother that you want to fight with her?"

Della was stunned, then lowered her head slumpedly: "It's not like this, it's not like the scene I imagined for the wish to come true. Ah...!"

"Look at us just now, why did we forget that the grass is not red?"

The light ball sighed: "Look, even if you narrow down the scope of wish fulfillment to only for you, you will still be dissatisfied."

Della shook her head: "No, don't I still have a lot of wishes? Maybe it's just that this is not suitable for the moment."

"Then what do you want to achieve next?"

"...let Papa and Cinderella reconcile."

Ai Shanshan suddenly saw that he had become a supporting role in the banquet.The path opened for him in the middle of the table disappeared, and he was arranged to go to the edge, only the fresh red grass still scratched the soles of his feet.

Zuo Wu and Xiao Hui stepped onto the middle of the stage. (end of this chapter)