Chapter 1047
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Volume Eight
Immortal Soul Seal
Jiu'er was a very stupid person and had never figured out how to divide the volumes, so she could only use a very stupid method to inform her brothers that the book had entered the eighth volume and that Xia Fei had stepped out of the Cosmic Gate for the first time in his life.
As for what lay beyond the Cosmic Gate? What sort of fortuitous encounters would Xia Fei encounter? Forgive Jiu'er for not being able to reveal spoilers. Brothers, just take your time and read. Jiu'er will do her best to write.
There had been a lot of criticism recently. After all, the number of updates had not kept up, and the schedule had not been punctual. All of this was obvious. Jiu'er could not say anything other than apologizing to everyone. In short, it was all Jiu'er's fault, and she hoped that everyone would not abandon Jiu'er.
A while ago, she met a Nepalese woman whose husband was a chef from Chinese who worked in a local Chinese restaurant.
Occasionally, the woman would complain, "He only knows how to earn money, always saying that there's no happiness without money, but he already said this when we got married, saying that we can live happily once we earn enough money. Now that our children are all grown up, he's still saying this.
"I think it's fine as long as we have enough money to spend. I've been married to him for ten years, and he's worked hard for ten years. According to his logic, we should be very happy. Every day, we wake up at six in the morning and go home at eleven at night. Is this kind of life happiness?"
Jiu'er was speechless after hearing this. Jiu'er was shocked to hear such words from a simple Nepalese woman. She had never been to school and did not understand much, but this did not stop her from pursuing happiness.
Thus, Jiu'er began to seriously observe this impoverished country and the people living in it.
In Nepal, which was so poor that there were no roads, the most common vehicles were school buses! Yellow school buses!
Every morning and afternoon, the streets were filled with school buses picking up and dropping off students, their numbers even exceeding that of private cars and taxis! This country was truly too poor, so poor that only school buses were left! They bumped along the steep mountain roads.
Regardless of whether they were children from rich or poor families, all of them wore neat school uniforms and carried small school bags on their backs. There were no heavy books on their backs, only happy smiling faces!
Jiu'er suddenly understood why one of the twenty poorest countries in the world had such a high rate of English literacy. Even a child speaking English could stun Jiu'er.
That was because they were living happily! Poor, but happy!
When I meet an American, I ask them if they're happy! They're very happy!
Germans, happy! Indians, happy! That day, I met a Bangladeshi who was even poorer than Nepal, but he was still blessed!
Why the hell are the Chinese the only ones who aren't happy!?
In Nepal, when you say you are a Chinese, everyone's first reaction is money!
The people staying in this luxurious hotel are all Chinese! It was the Chinese who were clamoring to buy the most expensive Kashmiri wool! Chinese people were waving money everywhere, showing off the happiness of being rich. Jiu'er, who was staying in a small hotel that cost ten yuan a night, was too embarrassed to greet them.
Screw your China -style happiness!
Speaking from the bottom of her heart, no matter how poor Jiu Er was, she would still pursue happiness! No one could stop him!
She had always treated everyone as her friends, so Jiu 'er wanted to tell everyone her truest feelings.
I hope that everyone can find their own happiness!
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