They were all so into the drama!

The three little girls sitting at home were easy to take care of. Huo Mingjie entertained them distantly and politely for a while, and then the three little girls could only leave with a little sadness.

Huo Chengyin, on the other hand, went out after lunch and didn't come back until the evening.

After Huo Chengyin returned home, he sighed softly and said to his second uncle:

"Anyway, I just borrowed five thousand yuan. And you asked me to apologize to you again and again, saying that I caused you trouble!"

Half of the reason why Huo Mingjie dropped out of school and went to Hengdian was because of this incident.

That family was also an honest person, so even though they knew that Huo Mingjie was rich now, they still didn't have the nerve to come to the door and ask for a loan.

Huo Mingjie nodded and asked again:

"How is the little girl?"

"I haven't seen him, but he said his condition has become serious again, and he has started to self-mutilate. My father and brother who are working outside have come back early, and the family is now taking turns watching all day and night, for fear of any accident..."

Huo Mingjie sighed and did not continue to ask.

After dinner, Huo Mingjie said hello thoughtfully and said he was going out for a walk.

Thunder Bay Town is such a big place, and after walking for about ten minutes, he came to a bungalow.

The bungalow is very new. It was just built not long ago. It is considered beautiful among the houses in Thunder Bay Town.

The window in one of the rooms was nailed with wooden strips from the outside, which looked a bit awkward and ugly.

There was still a dim light on in the room, and a figure could be seen through the cracks in the wooden bars, walking back and forth in the room. Even if he couldn't see clearly, he could still give people a very anxious feeling.

If you listen carefully, you can still faintly hear the sounds of men sighing and women sobbing in the room.

Huo Mingjie felt the Quanzhen inner power reborn in his body in the past few days, and recalled the way Yin Lingzi used music to soothe people's hearts in the play, and said to himself:

"After all, it's an advanced skill for gods and demons. It's good to use it a little bit..."

After that, Huo Mingjie looked around and found that he had neither musical instruments nor green leaves that could be blown, so he simply started whistling.

The tune that was played was played randomly, it sounded very casual, but it was also melodious and brisk.

The true inner force in Huo Mingjie's body was slowly consumed with the sound of the whistle, activating the [Psychedelic Spell] skill.

The whistle was regarded as the exclusive whistle for second-rate people. However, the sound did not sound frivolous at this time. Instead, it sounded so light and free, reverberating, and full of strange power to soothe people's hearts.

The sound spread into the room, and the tune was high and low. It couldn't be said to be very pleasant to the ear, but it was particularly moving.

The little girl, who was originally anxious and depressed, was suddenly startled and felt a sense of peace and calm inexplicably.

The heart filled with despair, under the comfort of this strange power, seemed to suddenly lift away the thick fog, and see the bright sunshine again...

A few minutes later, all the true internal energy in Huo Mingjie's body was exhausted again.

He puffed up his sore cheeks, looked at the little girl who had become quiet in the room, couldn't help but chuckled, and laughed at himself:

"Okay, I won't be able to film anymore, so I can make a living by becoming a psychiatrist and saving people!"

Huo Mingjie stood outside, took another look inside the room, then turned around and left slowly.

There was a sound of opening the door in the bungalow behind him, and the little girl's brother quickly chased out. He only saw Huo Mingjie's leaving figure from a distance...

——

In the 2005 Spring Festival Gala, Uncle Benshan was still active on the Spring Festival Gala stage.

Uncle Long is not old yet and can still perform martial arts on stage.

Teacher Pan has not been ridiculed by netizens because of his "Gapan acquaintance" and is still very popular.

"Mouse Loves Rice", which some people denounced as a vulgar song, was featured on the Spring Festival Gala because of its popularity, once again proving that "good art is what the common people like."

…

In short, the current Spring Festival Gala is still very interesting!

Huo Chengyin was sitting cross-legged on the kang, watching all the celebrities on TV paying New Year greetings to the people across the country. Suddenly he turned to look at his second uncle, and said with high ambition:

"Let's work hard. In five years, Uncle Er, you will definitely be able to show up on the Spring Festival Gala!"

The current Spring Festival Gala has the highest ratings at home and abroad.

No matter how big a celebrity comes, the appearance fee is so small that it may not even be enough for a plane ticket.

But even so, countless celebrities still begged to appear, and the program crew still showed a arrogant attitude of ignoring them.

Because everyone knows that as long as you show your face on it, people all over the country will know about you.

Isn’t that how Uncle Benshan’s apprentice became famous in the future?

When Huo Mingjie heard this, he was more confident than Huo Chengyin, and said with a smile:

"Five years is too long. It is challenging to set a goal of attending the Spring Festival Gala in three years!"

Huo Chengyin, who had been so high-spirited just now, hesitated slightly when he heard this, and then said with some lack of confidence:

"Second uncle, you are too radical!"

Huo Mingjie raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile:

"Young and frivolous!"

Mr. Huo on the side was holding a wine glass, smiling as he watched his youngest son and grandson chatting. From time to time, he would take a sip of the Maotai liquor, which he heard was not cheap.

Tsk, it’s not as good as Xifeng wine…

——

After the New Year, the uncle and nephew stayed at home for more than a month to have a good rest before packing up and preparing to return to Zhejiang Province.

After bidding farewell to the old man, the uncle and nephew got on the bus again carrying large and small bags.

Because I deliberately missed the peak period of Spring Festival travel, there was still no one on the bus. And what is extremely coincidental is that the driver driving this time is still the same driver as last time.

Huo Chengyin continued to chat with the driver, while Huo Mingjie sat by the car window and looked out.

Naturally, there was no sandstorm on the road this time, and the sight was pretty good, and we could see into the distance.

After leaving the town, there was no longer any shelter from the houses. When we looked on both sides of the road, everything we saw was earthy yellow. Only a few places in the distance can vaguely see a little bit of vegetation.

There are several patches of desert shrubs planted by the local government and ordinary people, hoping to restore the local environment and block the wind and sand.

Unfortunately, the few patches of vegetation are too sparse to hold the land in place. As long as the wind blows, there will still be wind and sand flying far away, and it still cannot prevent the annual wind disaster.

But even so, local governments are still organizing people to manage water and soil. Every year, many ordinary people still participate in this huge project carrying saplings and shovels.

The common people are a very complex group. They are resigned to the situation, but they are unwilling to admit defeat.

Even if the environment in their hometown is so bad, there are still people who do not choose to escape and give up, but grit their teeth and want to compete with the sky!

Huo Mingjie stared blankly into the distance, suddenly feeling that he shouldn't put all his hopes of saving his hometown's environment on the skills extracted by Golden Finger.

After all, after several experiences, he also knew that this thing was unreliable!

The script describes such a powerful psychedelic spell that can distort the illusion of the world and cannot be broken by anyone. In the end, it can only be used to provide psychological counseling to people...

Anyway, I make so much money from filming and can’t spend it all, so why not do something meaningful?