When I was young, as long as I turned my hand slightly, the bamboo dragonfly in my hand would fly into the sky.
When they grow up, they realize that they are all bamboo dragonflies in the hands of others, and their destiny is in the hands of others.
After a short flight, it will fall into endless darkness.
An Xiaoer's first name was Xiaoer. He was born in Guanyun City. His parents were mediocre in talent and were well-established. They sold wine in the tavern under An's name all year round.
Everything about his talent and family background is ordinary. The only thing that can be considered extraordinary is probably his appearance and birthday. It is said that the day he was born was October 16th, the same birthday as Chu Tang, the Lord of the Underworld.
It is precisely because of this that he has the opportunity to encounter the only color in a dry life.
That year, An Xiaoer was just nine years old and had reached the first level of Qi cultivation. The heavy rain that had lasted for several months paused for a moment. The weather was extremely gloomy and bright. Eye-catching lights were hung up on both sides of the tavern early to signal the drinkers that the tavern was open for business.
He stood in the corner, awkwardly holding a large jar of worry-free wine brewed by his father, thinking about how to sell the wine at a higher price.
Wuyou Wine has a good reputation. It is said that this wine can relieve worries once it is drunk. It is a specialty of Wuyou Town at the foot of Qingyang Mountain.
Therefore, as soon as An Xiaoer stood there for a while, many drinkers asked him, "How old is today's wine? I won't drink until it's a hundred years old."
An Xiaoer secretly drank this wine once, but he could only taste the spiciness. He felt that the wine his father brewed must be fake and that he stole the name of Wuyou Wine, so he couldn't help but feel jealous when he recommended the wine to others. Feeling a little guilty.
He was about to reply to the drinker when he heard a commotion outside the tavern, vaguely mixed with his father's voice.
My father had no other hobbies except wine making and gambling. My father was destined to lose every time he gambled, but he didn't believe in fate. Whenever he had some spiritual stones in his hand, he would enter an underground gambling house and gamble all night.
My father didn't come home all night last night. He must have lost a lot of money again, so the people in the gambling house kicked him back.
An Xiaoer put down the wine in his arms and relied on his thin body to move nimbly among the crowd. Soon he arrived outside the tavern.
Outside the tavern, a burly monk was holding his father in one hand, looking around fiercely and asking, "Who is the waiter?"
An Xiaoer knew in his heart that his father was using him to pay off debts again. This time, he would have no time to spare for at least three months. But he had no choice. As long as he didn't leave Guanyun City, he would be captured.
An Xiaoer lowered his head and said nothing. He faced the fierce gaze, approached his father, and said to the people in the gambling house in a slightly hoarse voice, "It's me."
There are a lot of thugs in the gambling den, and I heard there are more people than An's sent to fight off the beast tide.
Among the great families in Guanyun City, An's family was the most evil-minded. They were all lazy and just wanted to make money from their own people.
The thug recognized An Xiaoer, threw his father aside with disgust on his face, and said to An Xiaoer, "It's you again?"
An Xiaoer said "hmm" calmly and said nothing. Such things would happen from time to time. He was used to it. At most, he just worked to pay off his debts. What else could he do?
When the thug saw his expression of "Do whatever you want" and "I will do whatever you say", he no longer wanted to tease him and only said three words: "Follow me."
An Xiaoer lowered his head and followed the thugs away obediently. Before leaving, he looked back at his father who was bowing his head and his father said to him:
"Last night was an accident. You have to believe in me as a father. Next time! I'll do it next time! Remember to work hard after you go, and don't even think about running away! Once you leave, the money you have to pay back will be doubled. !」
He still remembered that when his father went to the gambling house last night, he said to him: "You are lucky today! I will bet this time! I will win this time! When you win, you won't have to sell wine tomorrow! I will take it with you Restaurant!"
Although he has long been accustomed to his father's two faces and his father's lies, he still longs for something in his heart.
An Xiaoer moved his lips and turned around as if accepting his fate.
Just as his expression gradually became numb, a childish voice suddenly came from behind him: "Wait a minute."
An Xiaoer slowly turned around and saw that
The owner of the voice looks like eleven or twelve years old, dressed in red brocade clothes, with a touch of heroism between his eyebrows. He is at a good age when he is young and has no worries and is high-spirited. Z.br>
When the thug saw the little girl, he immediately saluted respectfully and said, "How dare you trouble the young lady with such a trivial matter?"
Miss? An Xiaoer couldn't help but look at the girl a few more times. She had An's wooden sign hanging around her waist. On the wooden sign was written the three words "An Muwan", which was the name of the eldest lady of the An family.
An Muwan ignored the thug, walked straight to An Xiaoer, looked at him carefully, and asked, "Is your birthday on October 16th?"
Even his father, who was closest to him, couldn't remember his birthday. How could she, the dignified eldest daughter of the An family, know the birthday of an ordinary person like him?
Although he was confused, he nodded and responded, "Yes."
"Well, from now on you will be the one I make my home with. Come with me."
With that said, An Muwan turned around and walked in the other direction. An Xiaoer was stunned on the spot, not yet digesting the meaning of An Muwan's words.
It wasn't until the thug threw a bag of spiritual stones to his father that he suddenly realized that he had been bought by An Muwan, the eldest daughter of the An family.
After months of heavy rain, the sky finally cleared up. Along the way, he chased the eye-catching red figure, his heart beating wildly uncontrollably.
When they walked to the gate of the inner city, An Muwan, who had been silent for the whole time, suddenly turned back, stared at An Xiaoer with a pair of bright eyes, and said to him:
"You haven't signed the contract yet. If you don't want to follow me into An's home, just leave now. I promise that An's home will never embarrass you."
That bag of spirit stones was not important to An, but to An Xiaoer, it was very heavy.
An Xiaoer stood motionless, without the slightest thought of leaving.
On one side is the father who never takes him seriously, and on the other side is the rich young lady who bought him at a high price.
Even a fool knows how to choose.
Although he didn't understand why the eldest lady of the An family wanted to buy him, after all, he had nothing but his appearance.
Walking to the door of the An family, An Muwan turned around and said solemnly: "The An family has a bad reputation. You must have heard about it. Once you enter this door, you will not be able to betray the An family in the future. I will give you another chance to choose."
The setting sun is isolated outside the vermilion door. Behind the door, there seems to be a strange light and countless treasures hidden. It also seems to be a bottomless abyss, which can eat people without spitting out bones.
An Xiaoer shook his head firmly. He had imagined a new life countless times, but now that the new life was right in front of him, he would not give up.
