After just a look, Cheng Wuhui left the Taoist temple and did not choose to go in.

Sometimes, family affection is just a peek, and meeting is better than meeting without meeting.

Bored down the mountain alone, Cheng Wuhui stood at the dock, looking at the men and women who were picking lotus pods among the lotus flowers, with sincere and happy smiles on his face, Cheng Wuhui felt a lot of emotion: "Plain and light may be a kind of happiness..."

Once upon a time, I envied and yearned for the life of the upper class celebrities. And I have been working hard for this, and I dreamed of it.

Now, just debuted and famous all over the country, Cheng Wuhui realized that the life he had originally expected had too many constraints. A word, an action, who to eat with, and past love history were exposed to the public, without any privacy or freedom.

"I just debuted... I've been living like this from now on, what's the point?"

Cheng Wuhui was filled with emotion: "I should be an ordinary person, and my heart belongs to ordinary..."

"Yo Yu... The big singer Mr. Cheng Wuhui..."

Li He was only responsible for supervising the work of picking lotus, rowing around. Seeing Cheng Wuhui, he approached the dock and smiled: "Your agent has left. What are you doing when you come back here? You are already a celebrity now. When you come here, you will soon make the Taoist priest famous all over the world..."

"Brother Li, what a big singer, sir, I respect me, and call me Brother Cheng..." Cheng Wuhui didn't seem to be very happy and smiled bitterly: "Everything I have today is given by Taoist priests. I now find that this kind of life is not the life I want."

"This kind of life is good. Living under a flash, living in a luxury car, living in a famous house, living a life that ordinary people dare not imagine in their dreams." Li He's eyes rolled: "I just saw the big bull, but didn't the big bull go down the mountain?"

"Seeing the big dragon, the big bull rushed into the Taoist temple and I went down the mountain by myself."

Cheng Wuhui felt bored and jumped off the mountain boat: "Let's go, Brother Li, take me around..."

Standing on the boat, Cheng Wuhui and Li He were speechless. Cheng Wuhui had become famous, and Li He felt a gap between him. It was no longer the time when Cheng Wuhui was studying in Taoist temple. When Li He went to and from the lake island every day, the two of them could still have an equal conversation.

Cheng Wuhui felt that this former friend had become much silent and was a little alienated from him.

Li He's yearning is the same as his original yearning. He always feels that the life of the upper class celebrities is good. Only by contacting and reaching that level can he know that life is also very hard and he has too little time.

"When did these small islands come here?"

When he arrived at the northeast of the lake center island, Cheng Wuhui was surprised: "Is this an island made by blowing sand? This project is not small..."

"The island here grew overnight..." Li He smiled slightly: "It was normal that any miracle appeared around the island in the middle of the lake. Those who were unsightly always shouted."

Cheng Wuhui turned his head and looked at the top of the lake island, shocked. Don’t even think about it. This must be an island that only when the Taoist priest casts a spell. The island is not a plant, and it grows after it is buried in the soil.

The boat approached an island, and Cheng Wuhui and Li He were on the island, and Cheng Wuhui whispered: "Brother Li, I have something I need your help..."

"It's rare that you still treat me as a friend. If you have anything, I will definitely help you." Li He's eyes rolled: "Do you have to practice signatures? Why don't you give me a few signature cards first, and I'll make some money then?"

Celebrity calligraphy and painting are very valuable, while celebrity handicraft works are very valuable. The signatures of singers and celebrities are also very valuable. Li He once heard that a fan offered one million to buy the signature photos of his favorite singers.

Cheng Wuhui has just made his debut and is famous all over the country, but he is not as popular as a red one. He has never won an award and is not that high. Now he has obtained a signature photo, and Cheng Wuhui's reputation will increase in the future. If someone buys the signature photo, he will sell it himself!

Cheng Wuhui didn't know what Li He was thinking, and smiled slightly: "You can do as much as you want. I really have something to do and need your help..."

Li He nodded, with a happy face.

Cheng Wuhui shook his head, thinking that he would retire in two years, and it would be useless to ask for the signature photo, but finally he opened his mouth and did not mention this matter. Cheng Wuhui looked at the extra islands in the northeast and northwest and said, "When I was in the Taoist temple, I predicted that as the reputation of the Sanqing Temple increased, some Taoist practitioners would come to visit. The islands in the middle of the lake should not be developed. If they want to develop, they would not be built. Now that these islands are available, it is believed that the Taoist priest is willing to expand the influence of the Sanqing Temple. It takes a lot of money to build the Taoist priest. I want to secretly fund it, but I don't want the Taoist priest to know that I will give you the money, and you will find someone to be responsible for building the Taoist priest here..."

Li He did not respond and looked at Cheng Wuhui with a smile.

Cheng Wuhui was stunned and confused: "Brother Li, you are... Of course, I will not let you work in vain, I will give you hard work."

"Big singer, you are a fan of the authorities." Li He smiled inexplicably: "You think you wouldn't know that the Taoist priest wouldn't know that it was you?"

Cheng Wuhui was stunned and then smiled bitterly: "The Taoist priest knew before he knew it. The Taoist priest must not be hidden from it. This is just my attitude, and I am not suitable to show up in public to build Taoist temples now, which will add trouble to the Taoist priest."

"Brother Li came here, which actually caused trouble for the Taoist priest, so you have to deal with this matter well. Otherwise, I'm afraid that Jingchen, who was once, will be your fate."

Li He jumped onto the fishing boat: "I have to make money when I leave. It's not easy to take care of my family now. When my baby is born, I'll ask the Taoist priest to name it..."

Looking at Li He with a longing face, Cheng Wuhui suddenly felt a little proud: "You just want to ask for a name. My son is already the Taoist priest's boy..."

In the past few months in Sanqing Temple, Cheng Wuhui discovered that Cheng Yiyan, who was dry and thin and not tall, was white and fat at this time, and he grew taller. He had completely changed his appearance, and his whole body revealed a hint of agility.

However, thinking that his arrival might cause trouble to Zhang Daoran, Cheng Wuhui frowned slightly.

This is the trouble of celebrities. Every move is being monitored. This time I came to Huxin Island, I felt very secretive. Who knows if there were paparazzis following me in the secret? But looking around, there was no suspicious ship in the vast lake. Cheng Wuhui smiled slightly: "I just debuted now and I don't have that much influence yet, so there shouldn't be those paparazzis following me."

"It's time to go back..." Looking at the top of the lake island, Cheng Wuhui called Daniu, then sat on Li He's boat and said, "Brother Li, please send us to the shore. I happened to be going to get some money for you. Farming in spring and winter, building houses in autumn and summer, and now it's autumn. It's just the right time to build Taoist temples..."

After a while, Li Daniu went down the mountain and turned around reluctantly. Cheng Wuhui turned his back to the dock, and waited until the boat was far away, then he looked back. After just a look, Cheng Wuhui almost couldn't help but collapse in tears.

A small figure on the dock, wearing a Taoist robe, holding his fists in his chest, bowing deeply.

Without crying or making a fuss or shouting, Cheng Wuhui should have been relieved, but he felt his chest was blocked and his heart felt sour: "Xiaoyan, Dad, I'm sorry for you. Whether Dad succeeds or not, you will never have a mother..."
Chapter completed!