Rebirth of the Father of Anime

During the Animation Festival, Cao Jun also gave himself a holiday.

For more than a year, in order not to let down his parents, but also to regain his dream, he has not slacked off for a day. Even a senior high school student will have a few days off, but he has been studying on his own to prepare for the adult college entrance examination. In more than a year, he has not had a day off - not even during the Chinese New Year, he has never been tired.

But it was an important day, and it was an important day for him—because it was how he was saved.

The hotel in Ping'an City was full, but luckily he had a relative in Ping'an City, and he stayed at his relative's house.

Here, feeling the dreamlike atmosphere flowing around him, he felt extremely calm.

On the first day of the animation festival, he went directly to his most important goal this time.

Tianman built a cemetery specifically for the two-dimensional characters. It was the wish expressed to Tianman by countless fans who mourned the characters and did not want the characters to leave them, so Tianman fulfilled the fans' wishes.

It was for this reason that Cao Jun came to pay homage to Mian Ma, who saved him from darkness.

Taking advantage of one of the several tourist routes specially added by Ping'an City for this event, Cao Jun drove towards the northwest suburbs of Ping'an City. There were many people on the bus, many of them foreigners, carrying bags and professional cameras, chatting excitedly with each other.

Cao Jun had seen this scene countless times before the opening of the animation festival. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my heart, as if I had experienced the feeling of the prosperous China when all the nations came to visit me thousands of years ago.

He lived quite far away and it took him more than an hour to reach his destination.

"We've arrived at Huayingzhong Station. Please be careful when opening the door. Please get off and walk."

Follow the flow of people. After getting off the car, the fresh air immediately made my whole body feel refreshed. The breeze blows, bringing the fragrance of flowers into people's chests. It gently soothes people's lungs that are scarred by exhaust fumes and all kinds of air pollution. Healing.

Even the scorching sun doesn't seem so hot anymore.

After getting off the bus, there was a river more than ten meters wide in front of us. Listening to the sound of rushing water, the air became cooler. On the river, there is a large bluestone arch bridge connecting the two banks of the river. The other bank seems a bit deserted. The few standing tombstones may make people who don't know feel gloomy.

But those who know it will feel a sense of warmth.

There are also some boats on the river, which are regarded as tourist projects. Those who don’t want to walk on the bridge can experience the feeling of ferrying.

On the other side of the river, there is a huge stone standing, as if to point out the direction for people coming and going. Three words are engraved on the huge stone - Huaying Tomb. The font is simple and elegant, vigorous and powerful.

Cao Jun heard that these three characters were inscribed by the master porter himself. If the boulder hadn't been so big, I'm afraid it would have been stolen the day after it was mentioned.

Many tourists are posing there and taking photos with the boulders.

"Hua Yingzhong." Cao Jun muttered this strange name. Then I took out my phone and took a photo of the boulder from a distance.

Cao Jun walked along the arch bridge. He didn't know what kind of material the arch bridge was made of. Under the baking of the scorching sun, it didn't turn hot. The warm feeling was mixed with a cold feeling, which was very comfortable.

Walking across the stone arch bridge, I saw a few tombstones in this deserted cemetery. Dotted with some small white flowers, it brings a touch of life and warmth to the place.

Cao Jun first asked someone to take a photo of himself with the giant stone.

"Do you only want this one?" The man took a picture. But it was strange to ask him.

Cao Jun discovered it only after being reminded by that person. This boulder has inscriptions on both sides.

The front is engraved with "Huaying Tomb" and the back is engraved with "Santu River"!

The words "Santu River" are painted in dark red, as if they were blood.

Cao Jun raised his head and took a few more glances at the river. If this was the Santu River, wouldn't the bridge he just walked over be the Naihe Bridge?

If we exclude the tourists around us, looking from here, this river and this bridge do have the atmosphere of "Santu River" and "Naihe Bridge". I wonder if it is the three "Santu River" on this huge rock. The effect of large characters.

Cao Jun chose a good angle here again, taking in him, the boulder, and the river, excluding other tourists.

Next to the "Hanaying Tomb" cemetery, there is a simple building. This is an ancient building deliberately made to match the style here. In addition to the general convenience store essentials, it also sells Something to commemorate and visit the grave.

The most abundant ones are flowers, not bouquets, but growing flowers.

And there is only one kind of flower, which is the small white flower that once appeared in "We Still Don't Know the Name of the Flower We Saw That Day" - "Forget Me Not".

Each person can only buy one flower here.

Cao Jun bought one, held the flower, and walked along the path paved with bluestone slabs to the tombstone over there. It was said to be a tombstone, but it was actually a sculpture. There were not many sculptures. Cao Jun recognized the face number at a glance and returned it. There is Makoto in "".

Mianma smiled at everyone with her innocent smile, exactly the same as when she disappeared.

A warm current surged into Cao Jun's heart. Like those who also came to visit Mianma, he carefully planted the "forget-me-not" in his hand.

"Forget-me-not" became one piece, with them as the center, spreading out, and behind every little white flower, there was a heart that loved them.

Cao Jun suddenly seemed to feel the meaning of the "Huaying Tomb". Looking at the "Huaying Tomb" that seemed deserted at the moment, he seemed to see the not-too-distant future, where countless people planted a field with "Forget-Me-Not" flowers. Reflecting the pure white ocean of "love".

Cao Jun stood in front of Mianma's tomb, clasping his hands, praying and blessing faithfully. Pray for Mian Ma’s happiness, pray for myself and my father’s happiness, and pray for the happiness of millions of people.

Forget-me-not - just like the flower he planted with his own hands, he will never forget the face code, because he planted his heart here.

…

Mo Mo and Xu Yiru spent the whole morning shopping, but not only did their excitement not fade at all, but they became even more excited.

"That's great!" while eating. Xu Yiru chatted with Mo Mo about her experiences. Tianman's crazy way of restoring all this in this city made her feel like she was dreaming.

"If this is a dream, I will keep dreaming for the rest of my life." Xu Yiru said with enchanted eyes.

"Let me see where we are going this afternoon." Mo Mo took out his cell phone. In Tianman's app, in order to make it easier for fans to participate in this event, an event column has been specially created, which lists all the activities and their hosting locations according to time, and even indicates which cars can be reached by car.

And for those who come to travel, in addition to these activities, Tianman attractions and all attractions in Ping'an City itself are also marked, making it easier for people to customize their own travel routes.

Morning. The two visited some of the attractions they most wanted to visit, and with a learning attitude, they went to the Golden Comic Awards screening venue and bought a few comics by foreign cartoonists with suitable tastes.

"Let me see, there is a four-wheel drive finals at noon, the first game..." Mo Mo said.

Xu Yuru bit the straw, drank the cool "Lingboli Ice and Snow Milk Tea", and shook her head: "No, I don't like four-wheel drive vehicles..."

"The first game of the Huaxia High School Boys Basketball 'Slam Dunk Cup' finals..."

"dont see."

"Oh, there is also the 'Tuna Cup' finals. The primary and high school finals will be held simultaneously today. Tomorrow is the junior high school finals..."

"Why are you looking at this, pass, pass..." Xu Yiru said impatiently. While grabbing Mo Mo's cell phone.

She has no interest in these activities at all.

"I remember there was a 'Pokemon' event today... I found it! The 'Pokemon Ruby Cup' competition is also this afternoon, in the Fantasy Pavilion, starting at three o'clock in the afternoon!" Xu Yiru quickly swiped on her phone After a few clicks, his sharp eyes saw his favorite thing at a glance.

Although it started at three o'clock in the afternoon, the two of them did not dare to wait until three o'clock. This time, lady luck did not happen to them - they might be able to find a hotel to stay in, and both of them used up their luck in the online ticket sales of some projects. Neither of them got a single ticket.

Fortunately, online ticket sales only sell a very small portion of the tickets, as long as they can get in line quickly. Maybe you can even get a ticket. After all, there are many projects today, and not everyone will only focus on this one activity.

The two quickly finished the food. Go straight to the Fantasy Hall.

After arriving at the Fantasy Museum, there was already a long queue in front of the square.

"Ah...why are there so many people?" Xu Yiru immediately grimaced when she saw it, and all kinds of negative emotions emerged.

Suddenly, a young man looked around and immediately came closer, frightening the two of them. They thought they had met a gangster and couldn't help but take a step back.

But the man's words seemed to have a magical power, attracting the two of them deeply.

"Girl, do you want a ticket?"

"How much!" Xu Yiru asked immediately.

The man stretched out his hand and made a gesture, then whispered: "One piece, two thousand."

During the animation festival, the ticket prices for all activities are not high. The most expensive ticket price for the Fantasy Pavilion (the seat with the best location) is only 200 yuan, and this person's asking price is 2,000 yuan... For the lion's big mouth Xu Yiru loves and hates scalpers!

Xu Yiru's family was well off, and after she and Mo Mo drew comics, although they were not very popular, they still had a little income from the serialized works, and the two of them also sold fan books at subsequent fan exhibitions.

Although this amount of money is high, for them, it is acceptable to endure it with their eyes closed.

"Let me see the ticket, and if it's real, the deal will be done."

"Look what this girl said, can I still sell fake tickets?" The man seemed dissatisfied with this distrust, but he still went to get the tickets.

This kind of aggrieved gesture made people believe him, but Xu Yiru didn't see the rabbit and didn't let the eagle fly - are there not many people selling fake tickets in this way?

Regardless of whether others believe it or not, she doesn't believe it anyway.

The man took out the ticket and held one end of it, asking Xu Yiru to check it. Xu Yiru opened the Tianman app, scanned the QR code on the ticket to prevent counterfeiting, confirmed it was correct, and was about to find a place to withdraw money.

But unexpectedly, two more people came out, and with a click, handcuffs were placed on the man's wrists.

"Come with us."

With that said, the man was escorted away, and the ticket... well, Xu Yiru didn't get the ticket either. The ticket was taken away by the police uncle.

"...My, my vote..." Xu Yiru was heartbroken.

In this kind of comedy scene, shouldn't the police arrest the person and keep the ticket in her hands?

Why!

Why not follow the script!

"Forget it, let's wait in line. The Fantasy Pavilion can accommodate tens of thousands of people. With this number of people, the queue is okay. If it drags on any longer, it will really be impossible to queue."

Mo Mo sighed helplessly and pulled Xu Yiru, who was in despair, to queue up. (To be continued)

ps: Unfortunately, there was another power outage.

Fortunately, the mobile phone I replaced can turn on the hotspot, and I uploaded it using the mobile phone's data traffic.

But I don’t know if the laptop’s battery can last until the next chapter, so I can only do my best!

Girls, updated!