The old man died and asked Gan Ning to go back to his clone's house.
With tens of billions of assets, Gan Ning received a shabby shop.
——There is no business, the location is in the suburbs, and the house is a shack.
Gan Ning is as pale as a chrysanthemum, and she goes on playing music and dancing, without any intention of becoming the heroine of a house fighting novel.
On the day when the old lady was buried, there was a heavy rain and a UFO hit Gan Ning on the way back from visiting the grave.
A girl came out, wearing a white dress and looking about fifteen or sixteen years old.
Her grandmother's knees went weak: Mom...
Her mother cried with joy: Milk!
Gan Ning's head was full of questions: Grandma?
My wife is a foreigner, and she is younger than me.
The ancestor's eyebrows are crooked, his lips are red and his teeth are white, but they are tempered with poison: You are really the most useless generation I have ever seen, even more useless than my scrap metal.
Gan Ning had an ominous premonition.
The ancestor said word by word: I am back. I want to take back everything that is rightfully yours.
Gan Ning: ... Actually, I won't take it away...
Ancestor: Huh?
Gan Ning: ... I will listen to you.
The ancestor raised his fingers to the sky: First step, I want to teach you to bask in the sun.
Gan Ning:? ? ? ? ?
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① It is semi-fictional and has no prototype of the character. Any similarity is purely coincidental. Please do not take it personally.
② All intangible cultural heritage crafts or products in the article (including but not limited to Xiangyun yarn) belong to human beings, and the appearance of the ancestors is just an accidental event over time.
③ Non-serious and refreshing article, positioned towards healing, growth and management passion~
I wish you a happy reading and may your collection make you rich~
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Purpose: To pass on a belief, an impulse, and a quality.
