Chapter 274 Fighting for Destiny

Although Zhao Xiaoai was a little thirsty, he was not bold enough to share tea with the galaxy lord. Zhao Xiaoai didn't know that it was his cautious personality that saved his life and gave him a chance to revenge.

After the former lord drank the bowl of tea, his brows just frowned slightly, and then he said as if nothing had happened that he wanted Zhao Xiaoai to accompany him to find a book.

Of course, Zhao Xiaoai followed the order. The former lord ordered Wang Suzhi to wait outside, so he entered the inner room with Zhao Xiaoai.

As soon as he entered the inner room, the former lord's body trembled uncontrollably.

He held Zhao Xiaoai's shoulder and tried hard to not fall down.

This sudden change surprised Zhao Xiaoai, not knowing what was going on. He was about to ask, but was stopped by the lord.

Before Zhao Xiaoai could react to what happened, a powerful energy suddenly passed from the lord and entered Zhao Xiaoai's body.

The lord injected all his energy into Zhao Xiaoai's body, but he whispered in Zhao Xiaoai's ear, taking good care of my daughter, and then he died.

Wang Suzhi came to the inner room for some time. He looked at the former lord who was lying on the ground and snorted coldly, looking at Zhao Xiaoai coldly, waiting for his performance.

Zhao Xiaoai suddenly couldn't say what he felt in his heart. He remembered poems from many years ago.

Seeing the pleasure boats all enter Xiling, I am idle and have a half-year-old spring scenery in the lake.

Who opened the southwest road of Husi? The grass-green skirt is slanted.

Many years ago, Zhao Xiaoai was waiting for someone to appear and support him. It is as clear as it is. It is as clear as the sea and sky has not changed, and it is as smiling as the sea and sky.

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One summer many years ago, Zhao Xiaoai liked to sit alone under the pomegranate tree in the yard after waking up from a nap. The leaves of the pomegranate tree are green and the flowers are red. Under the shade, the wind blew the colorful curtains under the eaves, making a clattering sound.

Apart from this, everything was quiet. There was no one else in the yard, but the sound of flowing water from the neighbor's house occasionally came, which made Zhao Xiaoai feel at ease.

Once upon a time, Zhao Xiaoai liked writing so much, but Zhao Xiaoai no longer had time to read quietly and could no longer write a single word.

Just as Su Liuying said, she likes music so much, but she can no longer write or sing songs.

In the past, Su Liuying and Zhao Xiaoai played the piano and wrote poems under the moonlight, but now, looking at Su Liuying on the stage, Zhao Xiaoai was drunk and shed tears, for the youth at that time and the dreams of youth.

Once upon a time, the young Zhao Xiaoai squandered his youth and burned his dreams.

But in this world, it cannot tolerate people being young forever. It does not allow people to live in dreams.

Thirty, what a terrible dividing line, it forces you to be realistic and have to walk in this world according to the rules of this society.

Most people in the world take marriage and have children as their responsibility, and want to pass this responsibility on to those who have not been married.

Zhao Xiaoai has never liked such a person very much.

Su Liuying’s favorite thing is to buy records, just like Zhao Xiaoai used to buy books. Now, Su Liuying can still carry piles of records from the Capital Star, but Zhao Xiaoai no longer has the intention to buy books.

Zhao Xiaoai is no longer Zhao Xiaoai! Zhao Xiaoai doesn’t know why, Zhao Xiaoai is no longer Zhao Xiaoai as she was back then.

Zhao Xiaoai changed from the moment his former lord died. Zhao Xiaoai was a poor scholar living in poverty. In his life, no woman had ever given him a blue eye.

However, when Zhao Xiaoai was in poverty and miserable, Su Liuying appeared in front of Zhao Xiaoai, giving him hope, love, and the joy of life.

For Zhao Xiaoai, except for her elderly mother, Su Liuying is everything, so Zhao Xiaoai vowed in her heart that she must save Su Liuying.

However, Zhao Xiaoai also knew that he could not be impulsive.

Su Liuying has been robbed, and he must be calm and rational to save her.

Wang Suzhi was waiting for Zhao Xiaoai's answer. Wang Suzhi also admired Zhao Xiaoai's literary talent, so he hoped that he would be his own staff.

Zhao Xiaoai agreed, and the former lord sent all the energy to Zhao Xiaoai. Now Zhao Xiaoai has become a quasi-primary life form, but no one knows this.

Everyone thought that Zhao Xiaoai was still the weak scholar, which greatly weakened their vigilance towards Zhao Xiaoai.

So, without any investigation procedures, Zhao Xiaoai appeared beside Wang Suzhi.

Zhao Xiaoai also got the news from Su Liuying at the first time, knowing that she was going to be auctioned.

Zhao Xiaoai couldn't tell what it felt like, he was almost crazy. However, he had to portray a faint smile on his face.

Because he knew that the greater the earth numbs the people around him, he would have a greater chance of saving Su Liuying.

Standing under the stage and behind Wang Suzhi, Zhao Xiaoai naturally saw Su Liuying's gaze on the stage. The pain in the gaze stinged Zhao Xiaoai's star.

This made Zhao Xiaoai constantly remember the past when he was studying hard.

In some time ago, Zhao Xiaoai often stared at the sky in a daze. Zhao Xiaoai didn't know where was the boy who used to like reading, smiling, and loneliness and sadness?

Life is not as short as people imagine. There are so many days in a year, and so many years in a lifetime. What keeps you away from yourself in the long years?

Zhao Xiaoai can no longer laugh like a fool.

When the sun was setting in the west, the most precious time of the day had passed, the wind was getting colder and colder, and the sun was getting darker.

When you are close to thirty, you are no longer you.

Life is beautiful, the flowers and plants in spring, the bright sun in autumn, the wind sang in the forest, and the raindrops danced on the banana trees...

But if no one shares these beauty with you, it will only make you more lonely and painful!

When everything has been taken lightly, what else is life worth nostalgia?

The flowers in Jiangnan are in full bloom and are about to fall soon. The spring in life has passed, what else is left?

Sweetness and sorrow, smiles and tears, the sincere whispers between lovers, in the wind of the willow forest by the river, the grass on the hillside spreads in the ups and downs of the hillside, and then gradually fades and gradually dissipates, just like the flowing water under the blue sky and white clouds, and will never come back...

Zhao Xiaoai missed the time when he didn't know anything.

Then, let everything be revisited tonight.

On a certain day of a certain year, month and day, one winter morning, there was another Zhao Xiaoai in the world.

A year later, Zhao Xiaoai was sent to her grandmother's house.

In the winter of three years old, my mother held Zhao Xiaoai, and my father got up with her mother. The weather was unknown and went to a hospital far away to take blood tests for a month.

A month later, Zhao Xiaoai went to her grandmother's house.

At the age of three, Zhao Xiaoai likes to be in a dizzy place in front of the puddle. Grandma is worried that Zhao Xiaoai will fall in, so she carried Zhao Xiaoai home again and again, but Zhao Xiaoai stubbornly ran back again...

Sometimes when I go home, I will occasionally be put in a small car by my father's students and pushed around.

At the age of four, I took my younger brother to play under the willow trees in the fields... Sometimes I would cry, but for some reason, the two would cry together...

At the age of five, my younger brother died of illness...

When I was five years old, I woke up in the morning and saw that I couldn't see my parents, so I climbed the wall and searched for them. But later, according to my parents' recollection, they heard the cry of a child on the way home and followed the sound, so I saw Zhao Xiaoai, not found by Zhao Xiaoai. Their narratives were different from Zhao Xiaoai's memory, and I tried to verify the right and wrong...

At the age of five, my mother made fried eggs for my father. Zhao Xiaoai snatched them and ran away. As a result, she fell to the ground, broke the bowl, was beaten, and cried...

At the age of four, I learned to close the door when I went to bed...

At the age of five, he fell in love with a stick, but it belonged to another group of three-year-old children. So he designed a stick to deceive a group of three-year-old children at the market.

On that day, Zhao Xiaoai picked up a hammer that the blacksmith fell and knocked it on the wall. Someone came out of the wall, and Zhao Xiaoai hid in the corn pile.

The man found Zhao Xiaoai's family and told Zhao Xiaoai's family that he wanted to kill Zhao Xiaoai! It turned out that someone wanted Zhao Xiaoai to die a long time ago, and Zhao Xiaoai was not a pleasing child.

Still five years old, *child, robbed, deceived, pushed the furniture down. He was beaten by his elders and fled to his neighbor's house...

At the age of six, I learned to boil water, read clocks, and once again skillfully applied robbery and deception, deceived more than a dozen children of the same age and tricked Zhao Xiaoai into what he liked. (It's not that they are stupid, but Zhao Xiaoai is too smart) As a result, I was found at home... In the eyes of everyone, I snatched what he liked and ran away, but I was found at home...

The two failed experiences made Zhao Xiaoai understand a truth: When you want to do bad things, you must go far away and not let others find you...

At a six-year-old market, I fell in love with an umbrella and wanted to do it, my family would not buy it, cry, and be beaten... From then on, I learned to restrain myself and knew that some things would never be obtained...

So I understand that some things others will have, but you won’t have them, such as toys.

When I was seven years old, I went to a private school. On the first day, in the first class, the teacher asked me to write my name.

So he stood up bravely and asked Mr., what is Zhao Xiaoai's name?

...

The gentleman picked up Zhao Xiaoai's homework book and said that the one above was your name. Zhao Xiaoai then began to trace it. The gentleman probably felt a lot of pain in his eyes, so he told Zhao Xiaoai that your name is too complicated and you can remove a radical.

Remove a radical, or a word with the same pronunciation...

So, Zhao Xiaoai always missed a radical when writing his name...

One day, I didn't want to go to school, so I was beaten... and cried, so I went to school...

Later, the superiors came to an order that they could not go to a private school at the age of seven and could only enter the school at the age of eight.

Some students stopped lying and gave gifts to their husbands at home, so the husband agreed to Zhao Xiaoai to continue to go to school.

In the second semester of the first grade, I started to borrow my husband's collection of books and read the stories inside. Under the south wall, I read them with relish. The one that impressed me the most was an article "Little Hammer".

At that time, a piece of castor was planted at the husband's house. Zhao Xiaoai often picked a thick castor branch and leaned against it.

There was an old man near the private school who planted many roses. At that time, he envied his grandson for being able to know Rose...

At the age of seven, I started to read military strategies.

In the second grade, I represented a private school to participate in the provincial examination and forgot the name of the private school. The invigilator said, you wrote according to the private school of the classmate next to me, so I did it! That was a student from another private school...

At the age of eight, I started reading the general history of the mainland. It was indeed the original work of semi-classical Chinese. Don’t ask Zhao Xiaoai how to understand it... Anyway, it was a sunny afternoon, and Zhao Xiaoai sat on the dead tree trunk...

At the age of nine, my father passed away...
To be continued...