Chen Qieqie started cutting paper with plastic hand scissors when she was three years old. Under the guidance of her grandmother and mother, she perfectly learned all the skills of paper-cutting. She also believed that she could also be a proud inheritor of intangible cultural heritage in the new era.
But when her grandmother's old illness relapsed and the family struggled to raise the medical expenses, Chen Qieqie began to reflect on the significance of inheriting paper-cutting. Are the so-called inheritors of intangible cultural heritage really glorious?
Before the question could be answered, Chen Qieqi accidentally entered the world of immortality. Novelty, confusion, and fear filled her brain.
She doesn't have the peerless spiritual root as imagined, nor does she have the attention of the people in the fairy tales, nor does she have a meteoric rise, because she is a system! ! ! !
Yun Zhihui, a lazy and casual spirit root host who always lay flat and would not untie once bound, was set up by her. In order to complete the task, Chen Qieqi tried his best to use soft and hard tactics, but Yun Zhizhi remained unmoved.
Chen Jieqie (impatiently): I don't know Yun! ! ! Can you look like a cultivator of immortality?
Yun Zhizhi scratched his head: Hahaha, I don't know, what should a cultivator of immortality look like?
Chen Qieqi: Ahhhhhhhh! What are you pretending to be? Forget it, forget it, don't be angry or not, if you are angry, there is no one to take care of you...
Intention: What is the difference between being a human being without dreams and being an idle fish?