"Miaochun, do you have any ideas?" Dai Chen leaned his head curiously.
"Originally, there was, but you interrupted Miaochun's train of thought." Que Miaochun curled his lips.
"Okay, Dai Chen is wrong. I won't disturb Miao Chun's writing ideas from now on." There was a little grievance in his black eyes.
"That's pretty much it." Que Miaochun relaxed.
"Sensible children always don't get candy, so don't stop me from becoming immoral. Life will continue to be miserable, and starting from tomorrow, it will continue to have ups and downs. I can laugh and cry with it, be sad or fragile, I still love every moment. Instead of following the rules in this life, it is better to boldly follow your own customized rules. If the center of the circle becomes yourself, it will become simpler..." A song came from the headphones, with cheerful lyrics, which made the magpie happy. I couldn't help but ask.
"Dai Chen, this song is quite nice. What's its name?"
"Haha, enjoy the immoral life." Dai Chen stuck out his tongue.
"I think the lyrics of this song are quite consistent with my past. Thank you for bringing me inspiration for writing. Dai Chen, you are such a good roommate in China." Que Miaochun blushed and smiled.
"Haha, being able to help Miaochun as much as I can is what I, as your deskmate, should do." Dai Chen scratched his head in embarrassment.
Que Miaochun nodded and started writing on the composition sheet.
My family is one of the eight great medical families. My father died of magpie death and became a genius ghost doctor at the age of 4. My mother is Que Shenling, and she was familiar with medical books at the age of 3. Don't think what I wrote is ridiculous, because it is the truth.
One of the most profound things I remember is the disgust I saw my father looking at me shortly after I was born. That feeling of extreme disgust did not come out of his mouth, nor could it be seen on his face, but came from the bottom of his heart.
He showed undisguised disgust for me, his own child, and every time I met him face to face, I actually felt a little guilty when our eyes met. I feel guilty about why I was born in such a weird way, able to survive without breathing, which made my father doubt his original understanding of medicine. I feel guilty about why I was born so strangely, with two pairs of eyes, two hearts, two physical structures, and was called a monster, a four-eyed woman.
But I can see from my father's dark green eyes his guilt for me and the little love he has left. He felt guilty about why he did something so unethical and moral, and he felt guilty about why he didn't dare to face his heart every time he looked at me. That heart that beats warmly and is full of love for me.
Even though I was born into a family that is well-established in the medical world, I actually don’t want to study medicine. There is no reason, I hate medical skills, I don’t want to be as corrupt as the elders, and I don’t want to be a ghost doctor like my father Que Qishi and not be understood by people.
I want to stand on my own stage and shine with my own light.
However, I am not only Que Miaochun, I am also the young master of the Que family, recognized by the entire Que family as the successor to the clan leader. Then I can't just be the magpie Miaochun who does whatever he wants, I also have to be the patriarch of the magpie family who sits on the patriarch's chair, has excellent medical skills, has a serious expression, speaks elegantly, and is full of responsibility.
Therefore, I want my father, mother and elders to do something for me, Miaochun. That means stop manipulating my ambitions. I want to be myself, and I am willing to be your good boy.
