Flowers Blooming in America

I have never believed in the existence of gods. Even if someone told me that the Loch Ness monster was a pet raised by Martians, it would probably be more believable than Jehovah or Lao Tzu.Perhaps this idea of mine really offended the gods, or perhaps a certain god wanted to use a way of enlightenment to make me believe in their existence.Obviously, they succeeded.I began to be suspicious of gods and ghosts. When I go to church, I will bow my head devoutly; seeing monks, I will put my hands together; if I can go to a Taoist temple, I will probably also light a stick of incense and then make a wish.It could also be the masterpiece of aliens. They saw me as a "loyal atheist" and gave me an experience opportunity. The Somali star gate should probably really be closed to prevent those aliens from coming to Earth to play pranks – if that thing really exists.In 1948 in New York, a little girl named Catherine was born.Catherine: My goal is to earn enough assets in the first 20 years of my life to squander for 200 years, and then spend 50 years to spend them!This article is a metamorphosis novel, with content that ordinary people cannot accept, please consider carefully before reading.Novel keywords: Flowers Blooming in America without pop-up windows, download the full set of Flowers Blooming in America txt, read the latest chapter of Flowers Blooming in America