The American Scripture

In the empty restaurant, there were only two people. Kristen exclaimed at Zhen Fan: "Dad? Where did Dad go? Zhen, where did you hide him?"

Zhen Fan smiled at her: "I really want to know?"

"Oh, God, please, he is my father, although sometimes, I really want to kick his ass, but... tell me, or get him back, please, Zhen!" Christine said. Gently walked over like a cat, and then wrapped it around the identity.

"Now... no one can bother us, right?"

"Of course, baby!" Zhen Fan struggled from Christine's kiss, and then took a breath, "Are you going to kill me? Christine, I really like this way of death!"

"Of course, but we can extend this method of death a little bit!"

"Really? Of course, I think so too." Zhen Fan said with a grin. "But if Mr. John Stewart stays here alone, he will definitely feel very lonely!"

It's still the white paper, or those dining tables, as if transplanting the entire restaurant into the white paper, forming a special picture on a white background. But now...more importantly, beside the dining table, a person is sitting in the middle, with his mouth wide open, looking towards the sky, his arms open, his expression is very exaggerated.

"Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god..."

Kristen covered his mouth in disbelief, then glared at the painting, bent over, and made a series of incredible exclamations. Obviously, this is beyond her cognition.

"God, did you kill him?" Christine bent over. Holding this kind of paper cautiously, "You sent him inside, my God, it's... crazy, by the way, Zhen, is this his permanent residence? Although I hope so. But... …Zhen, he is my father!"

"I know!" Zhen Fan said with a smile, "I promised him a rich dinner. Didn't you see him sitting at the table? He really wants to have a good dinner!"

"Okay, okay, his dinner can be satisfied, so... honey. Where is our dinner?" Kristen relied on Zhen Fan. Slanted eyes and said to him.

"Of course it was with John!"

"Really?" Christine looked at the white paper in his hand, blinked and smiled at Zhen Fan, "Are you going to let me stay here too?"

"What do you say? Honey, close your eyes, okay?" Zhen Fan gently hugged Christine, "Don't worry, don't worry, everything will be perfect, close your eyes, okay? Now!"

"Okay. I believe you, but don't let me be like John. With his mouth wide open, the posture is... ugly." Kristen closed his eyes lightly and said softly to Zhen Fan. Then she heard a soft high-five sound from her ears.

"Fuck!"

Kristen's ears made three soft high-five sounds, and then suddenly felt the whole body attracted by some whirlpool, and continued to fall down. She tried to open her eyes, but it didn't work, it was just blind. He stretched out his hand to hold it in the night sky, and then he grabbed a hand, a warm hand.

"Zhen!" She finally opened her eyes, and at first glance she saw Zhen Fan in front of her, and... her hand held Zhen Fan's hand tightly, and she couldn't help but reveal it from the bottom of her heart. Smile.

"We are here, we are not late!" Zhen Fan smiled and turned to look at the opposite side. There was an old guy sitting opposite. He grew his mouth and stared at Zhen Fan in surprise. There was a stormy sea in his heart, not for a long time. Speaking a word, the time that has just passed seems to him to be frozen.

"Hi, John!" Zhen Fan said hello to him, "Are you a little uncomfortable? This is our new dining place, completely brand new, but we are still there, and the food is still there! Of course, Chris Ting is still there!"

"It's... amazing!" John looked around this so-called new place. It was all white, just like that piece of white paper. He stammered a bit because he couldn't believe it. We...I mean we are all in this blank paper?"

"Why not?" Zhen Fan stood up and opened his hands. "Look at us, all around us are white, and the whiteness makes people not feel any flaws."

"This is true, not a fairy tale, John!" Christine next to him also spoke. After all, after personally experiencing the shock of the Spring Festival Gala, Christine has some adaptability to the magic that Zhen Fan showed. Shot, hold John. Stewart's hand, smiled, "Well, let's enjoy this dinner!"

Dinner for three people, completely different venues, but indeed exactly the same table, tableware and food. Zhen Fan ate very happily, and Christine ate very happily because of Zhen Fan. Only John was absent-minded and looked around from time to time, but he couldn't see anything except a piece of white.

"Crack!" Suddenly a discordant voice came out.

Zhen Fan and Christine both looked at John. John shrugged his shoulders with regret: "Sorry, the steak flew out." A steak was lying quietly on the white ground, and the oil stains had spread on the ground.

"It's okay, let's continue!" Zhen Fan raised his glass, "Come on, to toast to today's special dinner!"

"Dad—" Christine also raised the cup and called to John. Obviously, the absent-minded John didn't hear what Zhen Fan was saying.

"What? Okay, let's have a drink!" John finally reacted, and raised his glass. The three of them touched their glasses with a crisp sound.

The dishes made by Zhen Fan taste very good. Christine eats very refreshingly. When she put down the knife and fork, she was still licking her mouth and exclaimed: "I haven't eaten your own dishes for a long time. I feel very full. . Now I have a worry. I don’t know if I will get fat if I stay at home for a day.

"Of course not. Do you know how I gave Fisher to lose weight?" Zhen Fan smiled slightly at Christine, put the last piece of cattle into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

"Talk about it!" Christine put a hand on the dining table with interest. Holding his chin, with a very ambiguous smile, he looked at Zhen Fan obsessively.

"I asked him to try his best to eat every day, don't worry about dieting, eat whatever he wants, the result...you can guess it, can't you?" Zhen Fan blinked at Christine.

"Don't think I didn't see your little movements!"

When Christine was about to speak. A very discordant voice broke their conversation. It was John, and he had gradually calmed down. Start thinking about how to leave this place.

"Okay, Zhen, you have to let us leave this place. I still don't believe that we really broke into the blank paper. Tell me. What is this place? You are in Christine's restaurant or Did you dug a hole in the villa? It's like a scene in the'Devil Thieves Group'. You hypnotized us and brought us here?"

"Your imagination is really rich, but... do you think I will use the old-fashioned tricks that others have used?" Zhen Fan looked at John with a smile.

"Okay, then how do you let us go back?" John spread his hand, "Can you not let me close my eyes? If you don't let me close my eyes, I believe you have not let others' creativity."

"Whatever you want!" Zhen Fan shrugged her shoulders at Christine, "Kistine. You don't have to close your eyes, anyway... it doesn't make much sense! It's just a gimmick. In order to make yourself more. It's like a magician's little trick. Are you ready?"

"Yes, I'm ready!" Kristen smiled and looked at Zhen Fan, then took his hand and took a deep breath. She watched Zhen Fan pull out a horse from the painting. Coming.

"Are you ready? John, we are going back to the original place! When I count to three, it's time to witness the miracle!" Zhen Fan shouted loudly to John.

"I'm ready!" John also responded loudly.

"three!"

Zhen Fan snapped his fingers and immediately counted to three. Then everyone's eyes were dark. The restaurant without white contrast, the light was much darker, but it still looked bright normally.

"Oh, God!"

John couldn't help but screamed out again, because he found himself sitting in Christine's dining room, and the position of the table had not changed a bit, but the difference was that there was a blank sheet of paper on the table. Therefore, John couldn't help but shook his heart again and cried out.

This time it was a scene that changed directly without closing his eyes, and he didn't even blink. He knew that the "devil band" in the movie absolutely couldn't do all of this. Without anesthesia, without moving people around, it just changed directly.

"Boom boom boom!" John stamped his foot on the ground very solidly.

"Dad—I promise, I don’t have a basement or a rotating stage here!" Christine was a little dissatisfied. She thought it was because her father was deliberately looking for trouble~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Even if there is, who can be Change the scene in less than a second? I believe you have also seen the magic show that night, Zhen can do it. "

"I know, I know!" John. Stewart moved his lips and finally settled his mind, and said to Zhen Fan, "My dear, don't you think about it if you are stumped? Even if it's not for yourself, you can think about it for Christine..."

"John, I won't force Zhen to do anything he doesn't want to do."

Christine spoke to John dissatisfied again.

"I'm sorry, John, I really can't waste my career on magic!" Zhen Fan looked at him and said seriously, "Do you know how much money I can only make for a single patient?"

"Ten thousand dollars? Fifty thousand? Or more... one hundred thousand?"

John shrugged his shoulders. Obviously, in his opinion, the price of a patient cannot exceed this. Although being a doctor is also a high-income earner in the United States, it costs a lot of money to fill a tooth in the United States. ! And very decent, but the point is that Zhen Fan is a Chinese medicine practitioner, not the mainstream of the United States. He exaggerated the figure just now. (To be continued...)