Me, the Wish-Granting Traveler!

The protagonist can open a blogger account of Wish Traveler. When posting a video, he can ask in the comment area to fulfill the commenter's wish, fulfill it on his behalf, encounter some interesting things in the process, and then publish one or more videos. Then those who write their wishes in the comment area can be old couples in the past, young lovers today, people who are sad because of the death of their partner or family member, parents whose children are sick and cannot go out, etc. I feel that if the author writes well, it will be very touching 🙂🙂🙂

I feel that the plot of pretending to be a boyfriend is really difficult. What boss would want such an employee? The employee has no sense of propriety at all.

I picked it up from an old book. The old book is too short, but this kind of writing is almost like this. It doesn't have an ending and the follow-up is all kinds of watering down. This book is quite good now. I personally hope it is not too heavy, such as life, old age, illness, and death, and less. I don't want to read and make my throat feel astringent Travel, for me, is probably very far away even if I have it. It's hard to say whether I have the energy It's rare that I'm not so busy today, so My wife and I talked about taking the kids out to have a meal together. We run a small shop. We have four children at home, 12, 9, 7, and 4. My dad left early and my mom helped take the kids to school. My husband and I looked after the store together and took our little son with me. Today, I was busy and I wanted to take my wife and kids to a neighboring city. I lived there for five or six years when I was a kid, until I went to work in another city, and I never did it again. I have been back. When I was a teenager, I walked around every day and played everywhere. I knew there was a game arcade in the corner. Now that I am almost here, I want to go back and take my children shopping and play. I was frustrated just after I started preparing. My wife said that my son was too young and she wanted to take her son to look at the store at home. She asked me to take the other children and my mother to go. I finally convinced her and went home. My mother said she couldn't go. She has high blood sugar and needs injections to control sugar before eating. I had been there for so many years and felt that there was nothing to do and I didn't want to go. Then I called the children to go. The eldest son said first that she wouldn't go and let us go at home. I knew that she was addicted to mobile games and didn't want to go. I persuaded her with threats and inducements, so a family of 6 set out. When I went to the place where I used to live, there were lots of cars. I parked the car in a remote place and got out of the car. After walking for about ten minutes, my wife started to look unhappy. Then a few minutes later, the kids started to make noises. I found a restaurant that had a good reputation before and wanted to go in to eat. My wife was very unhappy and said something weird. Then there was no space in this store, so I went to look next to it. This is a chain store that has seven or eight nearby stores. I found a table across the street and found an empty table. Then the children started making noises again and said they didn't want to eat and wanted to go home. My wife also said that the environment here was not good. I just bought some food and went home. We walked forward for a while. There was a shopping mall in front of us with a golden arch. I said we should go to eat at the M's Bar. Then when I passed by, I saw so many people inside. My wife said that there were so many people inside. My temper got worse and I didn't want to eat. I went back to get the car and go home. So I left I went back to the parking place and drove out to pick them up and went home. At this point, after driving back and forth for several hours, I didn't eat a bite or drink a mouthful of water. I didn't even walk around carefully when I arrived. I'm deeply sorry, but I guess I won't have a chance to go shopping in the future I miss the old days so carefree. I walked around and played everywhere every day. I only had one or two yuan a day to have fun. At that time, a girl who went to school with me chased after me. Although We didn't say it explicitly but we did come to our house for dinner several times. My parents thought we were talking at that time. Unfortunately, I was young and ignorant at that time. In addition to playing games in my mind, I only had a secret crush on the school beauty. Although I noticed that she liked me at the time, she didn't look as good as the school beauty. She was barely the class beauty and was not my cup of tea. So I stayed alone until more than 20 friends introduced me to my wife. Now I'm married, love? No, it doesn't exist. She was more active and I was more passive. I happened to be having trouble with another girl when I came and went. My family also respected this, so we got together in a daze, and we got married till now. To be honest, I don't have comics. This is my personality. I am a homebody. I either play games at home or read books at home. I used to go to bookstores and read novels during my breaks at work, or play games at home without going out. Now, even if I want to go out, I can't. Going to the store and looking after my children has become my daily routine. Do you want to be free? It is estimated that it will be at least ten or twenty years later. Will people in their fifties or sixties still have the vitality at that time? I'm not sure. I've felt that my health has deteriorated a lot in the past few years. I often stay up late and sit for long periods of time looking at shops. I don't exercise much. I have obesity, high blood pressure, fatty liver, neuralgia, and various other problems. Sometimes in the dead of night, I wonder how long I have to live. Alas, it would be great if I could start over. Life is not like a game where you can't save and load, and what you lost can never be recovered. I hope I still have time to go back to the city where I lived before and then go back to the city where I worked for many years.

The author doesn't know what he has written and often swallows his writing. Everywhere you go, a beautiful woman will fall in love with the protagonist. Are you traveling or sowing seeds? Isn't it good to heal quietly?

Before this, I liked various people's wishes and lives, but I rarely wrote anymore. I started commercializing. I completed 25 letters, but they were not ranked first. It took 2 months to edit, and no new characters or stories were triggered. It was just a daily routine, old-fashioned live broadcast commercial filming and the like.

When I read Chapter 8, I felt like something was stuck in my throat and I couldn't spit it out. When someone misunderstood someone in the village, they asked the protagonist to go to dinner. Why not clarify the relationship between the protagonist and the target person smoothly? You could also set up a loving relationship for your friend named Zhou, what if they reconciled? As a result, when people asked about it, you deliberately kept it vague and ambiguous. This is not how a mature person should behave, unless you have ulterior motives.

After traveling through the world and fulfilling countless wishes, Luo Yanxing opened a small "Wish Inn" on the left bank of the Seine River. This is both a painting studio and a photography studio. The walls are covered with postcards sent back from all corners of the world - each one is a life that has been illuminated. The wind chimes rang on a lazy sunny afternoon. The young man who walked in was carrying a piano case on his back, and his smile had the sunshine of the prairie - it was Terigul. He graduated from the Southern Yunnan Conservatory of Music for Nationalities and is on his graduation trip. "Brother Luo," he patted the piano case, "I'm here to 'add some sound' to the inn." He sat by the sunny window and played the matouqin. The song "Walking Horse" seems to bring the boundless grassland and wind into this Parisian cabin. The sound of the piano flowed to the street, and several pedestrians slowed down. In the cafe next door, an old French gentleman with gray hair slowly closed his book and listened. After a long time, he followed the sound of the piano and walked into the inn. He did not interrupt the playing, but stood at the door until the last note dissipated in the air. "Sorry," he said softly, his voice a little hoarse. "Many years ago, I got lost in a snowstorm in Outer Mongolia and almost gave up. Finally, a similar sound of the piano led me to a yurt with lights on. Your piano brought me... Back to that night again. Thank you." Luo Yanxing did not speak, but just raised the camera. In the view frame, there are the slightly closed eyes of the performer, the reddish eye sockets of the listener, the flowing Seine outside the window, and the invisible but deafening past events and echoes in the air. He pressed the shutter and suddenly realized: a wish never arrives unilaterally, but takes its final shape in this resonance. A new story has begun. And his journey is always towards the next ray of morning light.

It's a little hard to accept this part of pretending to be your boyfriend. You won't really get together with your assistant later, right?

Before, I felt very comfortable and free when traveling domestically to fulfill my wishes, but why did it start to suck when I went abroad? What you wrote was about wish travel, not urban entertainment. These days I have no idea of ​​​​subscribing at all.

Why is it that you are delivering food for 7,000 to 8,000 yuan a month, but you are not married at 27, and you are not looking to buy a house. You are still in the local area, and you will most likely not have to rent a house, and your savings are only 7,000 yuan? Is this right?