Almighty Star Daddy

  Han Mo lifted his fingers and gently swept Xuan Xuan's small nose, and said softly, "Okay, today we tell a new story, but Xuan Xuan is going to lie on the bed and listen."

  When the little guy heard that his father was about to tell a story, he crawled into the bed by himself.

These days, Han Mo has actually been thinking about which story from the original world should be moved to this world. He suddenly thought of a movie he had watched. Although it was presented in the form of cartoons, Han Mo had seen it very much. Infection, maybe the meaning of the story itself is a bit difficult for the little guy to understand, but Xuan Xuan must like the weird storyline.

  Xuan Xuan got into the bed long ago, showing only a cute baby face, her big eyes blinking flickering, obediently waiting for her father to tell the story.

  Han Mo sat on the edge of the bed, leaning against the head of the bed, and stroked Xuanxuan's hair in a petting way.

   "Today, my dad tells you the story of a 12-year-old boy from Mexico, Miguel. The name of the story is "Dream Traveling"."

  Xuanxuan's inked eyes flashed with surprise, her pink mouth made a "wow puppet" mouth shape, she pulled the quilt, and listened carefully to her father's continued talk.

  "Xiaoge lives in a lively and noisy Mexican village and has had a musical dream since he was a child. However, he was born in the shoemaker family "Rivelas", which is the only family in the town that hates music."

  The little guy stretched out the quilt with two small hands, and said puzzledly, “Why don’t they like music? How good music is. Mom, Dad and Xuan Xuan like music very much.”

Han Mo smiled and continued preaching, "Because the Riveras family believes that they are cursed by music, their grandparents have abandoned music for generations. It is said that a long time ago, Xiaoge's great-great-grandfather abandoned his wife in order to pursue his own music. Performing dreams. Xiaoge's great-great-grandmother, Immel, became the patriarch and raised Xiaoge's great-grandmother Coco through the shoe-making craftsmanship, and announced that the Riveras family would never have access to music."

  Xuan Xuan nodded her head as if she didn’t understand, her two little hands grasped the little quilt, and whispered a little disappointed, “But what about Xiaoge’s musical dream?”

   "Of course he will not give up his music dream." Han Mo first answered Xuan Xuan's question, and then squeezed her little face.

  Hearing what Dad said, the little guy's disappointment disappeared instantly, and his face showed an innocent smile again.

Hammer continued, "In faraway Mexico, the annual Day of the Dead is about to begin. According to legend, on the Day of the Dead, the family members who died will return to their families, but there is a condition that they must enshrine their photos. ....."

Han Mo recovered Xuan Xuan's small cup. The little guy was already asleep, with a sweet smile on her pink face. Han Mo looked at Xuan Xuan's cute little appearance again and walked out quietly. The room closed the door.

Talking about audio copyright matters went well today. According to Hu Ye, their show is in urgent need of a good story. In the latest issue, "The Frog Prince" will be released first, hoping to recover the popularity. Han Mo is still very concerned about his own story. If you are confident, just wait for the copyright fees to arrive.

  Turn on the computer, Han Mo searched the space-time forum. Space-time forums are very popular in this world. They include elites from all walks of life. People often open some topics for discussion. Everyone will fight wits together, and the scene is very lively. There are often small competitions where everyone can meet friends with skills.

The homepage of   Time Space Forum just put a hot post on the top, and Han Mo clicked on it.

   is a modern poetry competition. The moderator has already counted the poems that participated in the contest and placed it on the top of the post. The registration deadline for the contest is one hour away. At this moment, netizens are commenting on the poems in the contest.

  Han Mo glanced 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 contest according to their preferences.

  Han Mo is not willing to watch some entertainment gossip, but likes to visit the forum, just come in with the mentality of watching the excitement and be a melon-eater.

He clicked on the entries in the competition, some about love and some about life. In fact, most poets are sentimental and perfectionists, so they always hold negative emotions about things around them, complaining about injustice, and complaining about their unsatisfactory talents. There are many people, and the poetry of this world has become a means of venting, and the content is very negative.

  Netizens evaluate the poems and express their opinions.

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

   "Yes, the girl is too realistic, and the target can't be found."

   "Close your eyes every night to reenact the misfortune of the day. Happy people are similar, and unfortunate people have their own misfortunes." Then he sighed.

Han Mo couldn't help but frowned and read all the poems in the competition. No one was positive and he was talking about how unfortunate he was. Although Han Mo agreed that poetry is a tool for poets to express their emotions, they should not be too pessimistic. Got it.

  Suddenly he thought of a poem in the original world. He still remembered that when he read this poem for the first time, there seemed to be a happy and beautiful scene described by the poet. He could feel the poet’s kindness from the poem. The poet sent blessings to everyone, lover, friend, Even if it is a stranger, the poet's positive and high-spirited emotion is reflected between the lines.

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

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

   "What, someone has signed up again."

   "It's good to dare, this is a bit stuck in registration."

  Everyone has read the previous poems, and the netizens are ready to vote. Suddenly Han Mo’s poem popped out and hit the top of the web page.

  "From tomorrow on, be a happy person.

  Feed horses, chop firewood, travel around the world.

  From tomorrow, I will care about food and vegetables.

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

  From tomorrow, we will communicate with every family member.

  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 finally get married.

  May you be happy in this world.

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

When   Han Mo’s poem came out, the page that had been scrolling the latest comments suddenly became quiet, and no comments popped up again, because at this moment, everyone was watching the poem on the screen.

  Time seems to be static, one minute, two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes...

  I don’t know how long it has been, suddenly a comment jumped out, "Oh, good poem, good poem."

  "Stop talking, you interrupted my reading of poems."

   "Look at who the author is."

   "Horse Knight? Haven't read his poem before."

  "This is the life I want, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming. It's so beautiful, every word is so beautiful, suddenly an inexplicable sense of happiness, I 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, willing to tell everyone the "lightning of happiness", even if it is a stranger, he will sincerely wish him "happiness in the world." ". This is a poem by Han Mo, the world-famous poet Haizi, "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms".