God's Daughter

Ling Xi, as a passing god who had slept for tens of thousands of years, woke up and found that the world had become so magical. The small box is called a mobile phone. The big box is called a computer. The box hanging on the wall is called a TV. The door can be touched but cannot be seen. … Even the hair can be colorful. Seeing this, Ling Xi touched her ankle-length black hair and decided to get green hair like the doll given to her by the girl from the technical department next door. Just as she stepped out of the gate of the yard specially granted to her and asked her neighbor's grandmother where she could get a haircut, the rolling shutter door across the street suddenly opened, and the man who walked out had long legs and a narrow waist, with an unknown shape tattooed on his hand, and a stick-like object in his mouth. His eyelids were lazily raised: "Panxi (dialect), don't you know that I own the entire street?" DeminingStories from past and present lives. Intention: love