The Woman who Became the “Male” God

An Xian pulled away He Lin, who was blocking the door, and walked into the kitchen with a tray. He Lin swayed around her like a butterfly, flapping a pair of invisible wings, brushing her presence.

After watching him be stupid for a few minutes, An Xian held back a smile, took out a red envelope from his arms and stuffed it in his hand.

He Rin opened the red envelope and took out a petty card exclusively for children. The monthly limit is 10,000 points (can be changed). A parent verification code is required for a consumption of more than 1,000 points, and transactions can be made without a password for less than 1,000 points.

"With this card, you can buy whatever you see delicious and fun in the future." An Xian looked kind as a father.

The innocent He Dabao happily kissed the card, and then the baby had to put it close to his body. Then, he turned around and ran upstairs, but he ran down again for a long time, with his hands behind his back, rubbing against An Xian, and said mysteriously: "Dad, I also have a gift to give you."

"Really?" An Xian asked casually, "What gift?"

He Lin held the things in his hand in front of her like a treasure, and said with a smile: "Give it to you."

The first thing An Xian saw was a gift bag made of rags. After carefully distinguishing it, you can probably guess that these rags are mainly from security uniforms, hospital gowns, handkerchiefs, curtains, and so on. The middle of the bag is made up of a smiley face pattern with different colors, and there are obvious stitch marks at the stitching. The mouth of the bag is worn with a red braided rope and tied into a bow. Although the handwork is rough, it is very individual.

An Xian took the gift bag, unwrapped the bow, and took out the contents. It was soft and looked intently. It was a pair of socks woven with woolen thread, with a large blue flower pattern sandwiched between them. The color is gorgeous and the workmanship is Exquisite, except that it is not suitable for people with normal aesthetics, it is hardly faulty.

Seeing these socks in silence for a long time, An Xian asked uncertainly: "You knit it?"

"Yes." He Lin nodded again and again, looking forward to Anxian, "Does Dad like it?"

"...Well, not bad." I can't imagine someone mending with a needle and thread.

"Great~~" He Lin immediately opened his eyes and smiled, and then took out a pair of socks from his pocket, the same style as An Xian's hands, but the color is red and blue, "Look, I also have a pair, Bobby said. This is a loving'father and son costume'."

leisurely:"……"

It's so silly...cute.

Rubbing the socks on the hand, although the color is a bit dazzling, but the material is good, obviously not comparable to the gift bag spliced ​​with leftovers on the outside. Anxian was surprised that He Lin didn't have any money on him. Where did the wool for knitting socks come from?

An Xian didn't hold back, so he asked when he thought of it.

He Lin thought for a while, breaking his hands and saying: "Helping Xiangfei organize the library and earn 101 points; listening to Bobby's recitation of poems, earning 30 points; working as Professor Donald’s assistant, earning 62 points; playing with Bi You In the game, I earned 15 points; I helped Hong Chen make up and take pictures, and I earned 444 points..."

An Xian listened with a smile.

"...I made a total of 2669 points, ordered two sets of woolen yarn, and spent 2888 points." He Lin continued, "Xiang Fei helped me make 219 points, so I helped the chef cook for another two days. I got 220 points and gave it back to Xiang Fei, and finally saved 1 point."

Listening and listening, Anxian slowly reduced her smile, and an inexplicable touch faintly appeared in her heart. In the past, he could give away tens of millions. Now he, for a pair of socks, is driven by others and does his best.

Fame, wealth and wealth are like clouds, and the heart of a child is as heavy as a thousand catties.

He Lin, who has forgotten the past, really loves Anxian.

In the evening, An Xian took a shower and put on those brightly colored socks under He Lin's gaze.

Two pairs of socks, one blue and one red, stood together with four feet, full of joy.

He Rin took photos of them happily and stored them in his photo album for permanent collection.

The next day, when He Lin woke up and saw the socks with red eyes on his feet, he immediately tore them off and threw them to the ground.

Turned over and jumped out of the bed, inadvertently caught a glimpse of the photo album that was opened on the bedside table. After a while, he picked up the socks he had just thrown away and put them on his feet again with a dark face.

I don't know why, but I am a little bit reluctant. Obviously vulgar is unsightly, and hopelessly stupid.

After washing, He Lin went downstairs and found An Xian who was busy in the kitchen. He subconsciously looked at her feet. In the gray-blue slippers, a dazzling blue could be seen faintly.

There was a happy smile on He Lin's face that he didn't even notice.

"Come here for breakfast. After eating, go trace the source with me." An Xian greeted her without looking back when she heard the movement.

"Okay, Dad." The sweet voice responded cheerfully.

In recent days, patients have been taken away by their families one after another, and the rest are patients who have no family members or have been abandoned by their families. As the patriarch of the traceability, An Xian also prepared New Year gifts for them.

However, when An Xian came to the mental hospital, she was surprised by them first. Two evergreen trees decorated with joy were placed on both sides of the gate, and two self-made beast head lanterns were hung above the doorpost. In addition to the hideous appearance, the meaning of the beast head was quite appropriate.

The trees in the courtyard were covered with fringed bells, and the breeze blew through, and the jingle sounds immediately rang. Various paper-cuts are pasted on the glass windows. The walls were also filled with various graffiti.

Overnight, the psychiatric hospital was like being splashed with a few pots of dye, and then ransacked by different breeds of animals. It became completely unrecognizable and terrible, and it was filled with the carnival atmosphere of Fauvism everywhere.

An Xian silently lit a wax for the heavy-duty cleaning staff, and then calmly accepted this group of crazy and crazy celebrations.

Gather the patients, Anxian asked the staff to distribute gifts. Each gift has the patient's name, and each patient's gift is different. Anxian carefully selects them according to their personalities and preferences.

In contrast, the gift Anxian gave to He Lin was the most careless one.

"Huh." He Lin leaned back on the chair, folded his arms, and coldly glanced at the group of ordinary people, and then moved his gaze to An Xian who was aside.

He stood facing the wind, extraordinary, exquisite side face, with a slight smile, the expression in his eyes, like winter sun and spring rain, moisturizing things silently.

He Lin stared at him dreamily, as if there was a feather moving in his heart, numbly crisp and pleasant.

Touching his hot chest, He Lin's eyes darkened, suddenly turned over and disappeared in place.

After Anxian sent the gifts, he turned around and found that He Lin hadn't seen him at any time. She didn’t care. She returned to her office, logged in to Huahua World, and immediately received New Year’s blessings from all over the world, as well as a lot of red envelopes, raining all over the sky, and the entire screen was about to be fired by everyone. Spicy enthusiasm maxed out.

An Xian realized that he should also prepare a New Year's gift for the pollen.

After thinking for a moment, Anxian decided to make a live video compilation of the new drug. However, before the implementation, she discovered that pollen had already produced the compilation, and the editing was excellent, the climax was repeated, and bgm was added, and the number of clicks had reached more than 200 million.

An Xian believes that if she edits, the effect will not be better than that made by the pollen.

The compilation plan was aborted. What Anxian can think of is probably discounts and gifts, but these are originally holiday strategies commonly used by merchants and are not considered gifts.

In the midst of distress, Bai Houchu called, the first sentence was: "Leader, do you have any gifts to give back your pollen?"

An Xian asked, "Do you have any good suggestions?"

"Do you still use my proposal?" Bai Houchu said directly, "What do they like your most?"

An Xian: "My medicine?"

"Fart!" Bai Houchu retorted unceremoniously, "What they like most is your beauty and compulsion."

leisurely:"……"

My pollen cannot be so superficial...

"You (showing your face) show too little to satisfy the hungry pollen. Have you seen the compilation they made? In just 30 minutes of video, they licked the screen hundreds of millions of times."

leisurely:"……"

"Let me say, you should have a live broadcast in the past two days. It will take a longer time to broadcast a comprehensive live broadcast of cute pets and drugs. In addition, don’t pollen always want to see your 18X? If you are not afraid of the cold, you can do it once and a half. luo winter swimming."

An Xian said, "Then live broadcast once."

"I think the second proposal is more gimmicky, do you really not think about it?" Bai Houchu just said casually. He didn't expect Anxian to refuse directly. He immediately felt that there was a play and continued to agitate, "Neither are the pollen I really want to see your dew point, I just want to see you constantly refreshing your appearance, using various postures that break through the limits of humans, and take them to pretend to be forced to fly."

An Xian was silent for a moment and replied: "I will think about it."

"Are you good at winter swimming?" Bai Hou Chu asked suddenly.

Although people in this era have generally good physical fitness, not everyone dares to spend dozens of minutes in the cold water.

"No problem." With a peaceful cultivation base, it will basically not be hurt by extremely hot or cold temperatures, unless it is flame and ice with special attributes.

"Then why do you hesitate? It's not that swimming has not been broadcast live."

"I see, thank you." An Xian ended the communication, lowered his head and thought for a while, and finally decided to accept Bai Houchu's proposal to broadcast the winter swimming.

She opened the electronic map, quickly searched for a circle, and locked her eyes on a spot-Bingyan Lake. Located in Jiding territory, more than two thousand kilometers away from the city.

An Xian immediately booked a flight ticket online, and set off tonight without any cues.

Before departure, He Lin had not returned, so An Xian asked someone to leave him a message.

When He Lin finished thinking about it quietly, he came back with a deep face, and found that An Xian had disappeared. The stability that had been built up for a few hours collapsed instantly, and once again transformed into an aggrieved big baby, staying in front of the screen, waiting to watch his father pretend to be forced.