I have ten trillion licking dog gold

The setting sun, tinged with orange-red, slanted down near the horizon.

Even nature itself embodies the word "romance".

When Miss He, like a runaway princess, got out of the car carrying her high heels, someone was already sitting on the beach where the waves were rolling.

and so.

It wasn't just a display of reckless courage, but a deeply moving two-way journey...

and many more!

Why is there a girl sitting next to him?
He Yihui, who hadn't even bothered to put on shoes in order to get to this date, closed the taxi door and simply left them behind. Carrying her shoes, she stepped barefoot onto the soft sand, her face, more beautiful than the sunset, showing no sign of displeasure.

It has nothing to do with temperament.

Who would get angry with a child?
That's right.

Sitting next to Boss Jiang was a young girl, a little girl with dark brown curly hair that fell over her shoulders, and a brown leather jacket over an embroidered cotton dress. As He Yihui leaned closer and tilted her head, she realized that this little girl was not from China.

The little girl also noticed her, her quiet brown eyes looking at her before quickly looking away, returning to the horizon with an unusual indifference.

"Nadia".

Jiang Chen took the initiative to introduce himself.

"Can't I become invisible?"

Miss He replied, "How could she see me?"

Jiang Chen remained expressionless. The little girl was sitting to his left, so he patted the seat to his right, saying, "Because she is not an ordinary person; she has opened her third eye."

He Yihui sat down, placing her high heels aside, as if the madness of last night had never happened.

"Where are you from?"

"North Africa, Morocco."

Whose child is this?

He Yihui's question was understandable, but Comrade Jiang Chen's response was utterly absurd. Letting the setting sun shine on him, he put one leg flat, bent one arm, and shook his head, "I don't know."

"do not know?"

He Yihui was surprised, then lowered her voice, "Abducted?"

Jiang Chen smiled dismissively, "She doesn't understand Chinese, and she can't hear it either."

"Can't you hear me?"

"Hmm, I think she is probably an autistic child."

He Yihui was surprised again and couldn't help but look at the little girl who was silent and seemed to have nothing to do with the world. She began to understand what the other girl meant by "opening the third eye".

In short, autism is about closing oneself off from others, separating oneself from the chaotic objective world, building a stable internal order, breaking away from worldly survival paradigms, and following one's own mental logic. They do not speak, do not communicate, and cannot understand the emotional symbols that are conventionally accepted by the world. They are like observers sent by God to earth.

How did you meet?

The appearance of a third party did not affect He Yihui's mood; on the contrary, she became curious.

The sea surface shimmered.

If you didn't know better, you might think that the people sitting in a row on the beach were a family of three.

"I was waiting for you here when her dad suddenly led her over and asked me to look after her."

"what?"

He Yihui's deep-set eyes widened.

"What do you mean, 'ah'?"

"You don't recognize me?"

"I don't know him. I've never been to North Africa."

"How could her father dare to entrust his child to a stranger?"

"Maybe they realized I'm a good person."

Not long ago, Boss Jiang, who had just suppressed the ancient demon lord and was exiled to Myanmar for his utterly depraved behavior, shamelessly revealed a smile.

"..."

He Yihui pursed her lips and did not argue.

If it's a stranger.

Judging from her appearance alone, she is indeed very easy to like.

For example, her first encounter with him.

Where is her daddy?

He Yihui looked around.

"I went shopping."

Why can't you take your child with you when you go shopping? Why risk entrusting them to a complete stranger like a foreigner?
"Is that man her father?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen subconsciously followed He Yihui's gaze and looked towards the sea.

A middle-aged man with brown skin and a stubble beard stumbled and staggered towards the sea as the last rays of sunlight shone through the water.

"That's true."

Without needing Yi Hui's reminder, Boss Jiang had already abandoned his lazy posture, propped himself up on his knees, and shouted loudly, "Hey! Nadia's here!"

Please.

Do Moroccans understand Chinese?

At least we should use English.

Nearby tourists looked on, but the Moroccan man did not react and continued walking towards the sea.

"Are you kidding me?"

Without hesitation, Mr. Jiang rolled up his sleeves and ran in that direction. The setting sun couldn't even catch up with his shadow. He was truly a man as swift as the wind.

"Hey!"

When the other person was only three meters away from the sea, Boss Jiang grabbed the other person's arm.

The Moroccan man, who was over 1.8 meters tall, turned around and saw that it was Boss Jiang. His gloomy face instantly showed a hint of panic. He then shook off the man and tried to rush into the sea.

really.

This isn't about seeing the sea or playing in the water; it's about wanting to commit suicide.

You came here for a date, and then this happened. Isn't that unlucky?
But what if you bump into yourself?
It's all about cause and effect.

Jiang, who had been suppressing the two ancient demon lords with the Heavenly Dao, seemed to have changed his soul. He grabbed the Moroccan who was trying to commit suicide and wouldn't let go, no matter how much the man struggled. The tall man, who was over 1.8 meters tall, was actually dragged to a safe place by the seemingly refined Jiang.

"!"

What are you babbling about?

Presumably sensing the other party's agitation, Boss Jiang remained remarkably calm and said in a deep voice, "Speak English."

"Let me die!"

The other party switched languages.

Is that so?

When I handed the child over to him, he was speaking English.

Morocco's native language is Arabic, and Mr. Jiang is not a foreign language major, so he certainly doesn't know it. But even if he didn't understand it just now, he could guess what it meant from the other person's body language.

He held on tightly to prevent the man from attempting suicide, while his other hand pointed steadily and clearly in the direction of He Yihui and the young girl Nadia.

"Your daughter is still waiting for you."

Your daughter is still waiting for you.

The Moroccan's pupils trembled as he looked at his daughter, then his emotions overwhelmed him, and tears streamed down his face.

Mr. Jiang had a headache.

Why is a grown man crying?
The sun gradually sank below the horizon.

Night began to fall.

He Yihui, holding the little girl's hand, walked over and said to the Moroccan:

""

Jiang Chen was shocked.

""

The Moroccan nodded while crying.

Mr. Jiang stood in the middle, feeling a bit awkward.

harm.

He still suffered from a lack of education. At Tunghai University, he was naturally a top student, but Miss He was a returnee from overseas, and not just someone who had studied abroad for a short time. Moreover, there's a saying that "reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles."

of course.

Mr. Jiang will certainly not feel inferior because of this. Everyone has their own unique talents and strengths.

For example, what about Lan Peizhi, who slipped through the net of nine-year compulsory education?
Did it prevent her from shining in an era?

Speak English.

He repeated.

"Excuse me."

He Yihui immediately apologized, realizing that she had neglected her lover's feelings. Arabic is a less common language, so it's normal that he doesn't know it.

Are you going to abandon your daughter?

He Yihui questioned the Moroccan; this is in English, please use your own interpretation.

The Moroccans dared not look at their children, bowing their heads and weeping uncontrollably.

"If a father commits suicide in front of his daughter, how would the child feel? Or would you think she is sick and unaware of anything?"

Compared to the Moroccan man, the little girl being led by He Yihui showed no reaction whatsoever, as if she were a soulless shell.

Tears fell drop by drop onto the sand.

Jiang Chen released his grip.

The Moroccan, exhausted, slowly knelt on the beach, repeatedly saying sorry.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Their eyes met, and Jiang Chen gestured for He Yihui to calm down. Then, he pulled up his trouser leg and squatted down.
"Didn't you say you'd pick Nadia up after you finished shopping? My friend, I'm here on vacation just like you. You can't expect me to take a child back with me, can you?"

The man did not shed tears, but he did not go to the sad place.

It's hard for people who haven't experienced it to imagine how difficult it is to care for autistic children, but they can at least have a general idea.

However, judging from the girl's clean, tidy, and pretty appearance, the man took good care of her, which shows that he is definitely not an irresponsible or weak father.

"What happened? Were you ripped off when you bought something? Which store was it? I'll help you get your money back."

He Yihui held the child's hand and kept quiet.

"Forgive me, I'm sorry to Nadia. After I die, please send her to a welfare institution..."

“Our welfare agencies here don’t accept foreigners, and besides, she has autism, right?”

The Moroccan cried even louder, "Nadia is a good child, she won't cause anyone any trouble, please..."

Jiang Chen stopped the Moroccan man who was about to kowtow, saying, "You've come all the way to China, not just to send her to an orphanage, right? Don't you have any in your country? Besides, the services in orphanages vary greatly. For an autistic child, over time, no caregiver can maintain patience except for the father."

The Moroccans gripped the sand tightly with both hands.

Jiang Chen pressed down on the trembling shoulders. "Since you're here for tourism, how can you leave alone? You should go together and come back together. So, if you really don't want to live anymore, take your daughter with you and leave. We won't stop you, so as not to leave her alone to suffer in this world."

The Moroccans were completely speechless, slowly curling up and kneeling on the ground, their heads resting on the sand, their desperate and sorrowful sobs swept away and washed by the waves.

Jiang Chen squatted down beside him and quieted down.

The moon climbed over his back, and then over He Yihui's face.

"Nadia had never been abroad, so I wanted to take her out to see the world, but I gambled away all my money, all of it!"

The Moroccan man hammered the sand in hatred and regret, crying out, "I have no way to get her medical treatment, nor can I take care of her."

He Yihui smoothed her wind-blown hair and looked down at her Moroccan father kneeling on the ground. "What is your profession?"

"doctor."

"Don't doctors earn a lot of money?"

Jiang Chen said it subconsciously, but as soon as it left his mouth, he knew he had said the wrong thing.

“I haven’t worked for a long time.”

The Moroccan man looked up, his face streaked with tears, gazing longingly at his daughter.

Children with autism cannot live without human intervention, let alone engage in normal work. Moreover, autism is basically congenital, and this little girl is at least eight or nine years old.

Where is her mother?
This question is meaningless.

"How much money did you lose?"

Jiang Chen spoke directly.

A father who raises his autistic daughter alone cannot be a gambler.

Therefore, the only thing that could have prompted him to go to the casino was the heavy financial pressure.

Mr. Jiang, who came from a humble background, could understand this feeling.

The Moroccan remained silent, clutching the sand, and began to sob again.

"Casinos are only suitable for entertainment, not for gambling. They can add to your success, but if you expect them to provide a lifeline in times of need..."

Finally, Jiang Chen ended with a laugh that carried a myriad of meanings.

After all, both he and He Yihui, who was standing next to him, were beneficiaries of this gambling city.

This is also why he didn't ask the other party which casino they lost money at.

If it were his venue or the He family's venue, wouldn't that be awkward? And there's a 60-70% chance that would happen.

"Alright, stop crying. It's not a big deal. Wipe your tears. As a father, you must always stand tall in front of your children. They're all taller than you now."

Jiang Chen patted him on the shoulder, then stood up, took out his wallet, randomly pulled out a bank card, handed it out, and held it above the Moroccan's head.

"Take it."

The Moroccan looked up, momentarily stunned.

"There's $100,000 in here, the extra is for the snacks I bought for Nadia."

The Moroccans were stunned.

"Don't tell me you lost more than $100,000."

"W...Why?"

The Moroccans were shocked and at a loss.

Of course he couldn't have lost that much money!
It's worth noting that Morocco's per capita annual income is less than $5,000.

One hundred thousand US dollars is an astronomical figure for most Moroccan families, let alone for someone like him.

"Haven't you heard? Everyone in China is rich and powerful."

Jiang Chen held the bank card between his fingers—a card that could change the fate of a father and daughter—and asked, "Should I take it or not?"

"Thank you! Thank you!"

The Moroccan didn't freeze or act foolishly; he took the bank card with both hands and kowtowed to Jiang Chen again.

This time, Jiang Chen did not stop him.

It's no exaggeration to say that this is a life-saving grace.

"Take the child out for something to eat. Macau has more than just casinos. You can also take her to see other places in China later."

May God bless you.

The Moroccan stood up, performed the highest Islamic ceremony for Jiang Chen, then hastily wiped his face and took his daughter from He Yihui's arms.

"Bye-Bye."

Jiang Chen waved and smiled at the little girl.

"Bye."

To the astonishment of the three, the autistic girl responded in an unbelievable way.

Tears welled up in the Moroccan's eyes again, but this time they were tears of joy.

The father and daughter walked hand in hand, gradually disappearing into the night.

Mr. Jiang, whose parents had both passed away from illness, patted his trouser leg and said, "Do you think they're just putting on an act?"

He Yihui looked at him intently.

"You are a good man, and you will be a good dad."

Jiang Chen smiled.

"Actually, they were actors I arranged."

"That would be even better. That way, there would be one less tragedy in the world."

Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback, then burst into laughter.

Who says only the poor understand human suffering?
Who says dating needs a grand surprise?

On the black sand beach, the sea breeze blew, and their reflections overlapped, their souls growing ever closer and more intertwined. (End of Chapter)