"I understand, please step aside." The man sitting on the magpie family's chair had cold eyes and his face was slightly twisted with a frown.
The dark green patriarch's outer robe is inlaid with sky blue diamonds, and his deep eyes reveal his longing for the future of the Magpie family. Que Miaochun, the intersex person who was raised as a girl by the clan, finally put on the garb of the Que clan patriarch in his dream.
Dressed in white, not stained by dust. Holding an apricot stick, dressed in white, with a serious expression, he looked like a statue carved from white jade, isolated from the world. He - he is the head of the Magpie family and the god of medicine.
The Que family is a medical clan, and the medical clan has inherited medical skills for thousands of years, starting from the god of medicine. As the god of medicine, he must pass on his medical skills, so he had to take over as the head of the family. Because of him, the people of the Que tribe can cure all kinds of diseases. The god of medicine is the glory of the Que tribe and the hope of the Que tribe. However, since he took over as the head of the family, he has never been seen again. The medical clan needs him, but the god of medicine cannot appear. He has already shouldered too much glory and cannot bear more responsibilities.
However, his heart was not at peace.
Since he took over as the head of the family, he has been busy studying medical skills and wants to bring more benefits to his people. But he also knew that he needed to do more for his people. There is a barrier between him and his tribe, and he cannot do more for them.
Still, he made his decision.
"My tribe, I have decided to put aside my glory and become the head of your family."
He stood on the magpie tribe's sacrificial platform, facing all the tribesmen, and said these words.
The white clothes on his body were stained red with blood, but he didn't care. He just wanted to do more for his people, even if he might die.
"My tribe, I am willing to dedicate everything I have to the Medical Clan, as long as the Medical Clan is prosperous."
Although his voice was low, it was full of firmness and determination.
His voice echoed on the sacrificial platform, like a clear spring, making the tribesmen feel a warm current rushing into their hearts.
His voice became firmer, as if he had already made a decision.
"My people, I will lead you to prosperity."
His voice sounded again, as if he had already made up his mind.
He stepped off the altar and returned to his seat.
From then on, he was no longer a lonely god of medicine, but a family leader who led his people to prosperity.
I am not a monster, I am Que Miaochun
The cold wind howled, blowing away the fallen leaves, which flew like butterflies. I sat in front of the window and thought about my past. I am not a monster, I am Que Miaochun.
Growing up, my name was always the object of ridicule. I hated this name and it brought me too much pressure. I even thought about changing my name.
But from the day I was born, my parents told me that I am not a monster, I am Que Miaochun, and I want to be myself. So, regardless of the ridicule of others, I embarked on my own journey.
My journey was full of thorns, but I didn't give up because I believed that one day, I would see that brilliant dawn.
My parents always gave me endless love and gave me confidence. They never beat or scold me, but gave me warm hugs and comforted me.
I remember when I was a kid, I would always cry secretly at night, but I didn’t dare to cry out for fear of disturbing my family. They have sacrificed so much for me and I cannot live up to their expectations. I can only cry silently in my heart and wait quietly for the arrival of dawn.
When I was in elementary school, I was used to being laughed at and looked down upon by others. I learned to hide my emotions and become aloof. Although I don't like this kind of myself, I have to do it because it is the only way to protect myself.
When I entered junior high school, I became rebellious and even started to talk back to my parents. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. I turned a blind eye to their kindness to me and took it for granted.
It wasn't until one day that I saw my parents' gray hair and wrinkles covering their faces that I realized that I had grown up and I needed to learn to be independent. I am no longer the child who relies on my parents. I want to support them.
Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, you will face the disgusted eyes of others, the incomprehension of your family, and the alienation of everyone. I still have to choose my own path, and I only want to be myself.
