Cui Mi realized that the "Zun Guang" mentioned by Shen Tang was not the same person as he thought, and his eyes fell on Lio Jia: "Are you also called Zun Guang?"

Shen Tang: "Yeah?"

Cui Mi pointed at the meat bun and said, "His name is also Zun Guang."

Liu Jia used Wenqi to dry the water stains on her body.

After the chaos just now, the tear-jerking part of the family recognition session could not be staged at all. Liu Jia just wanted to know a definite answer. He asked the young people around him: "Your name is Liao Qian, Liao Zunguang? Which elder in the family gave you this name?" Take it?”

Rou Baozi pursed his lips and said nothing.

Lio Jia asked a series of questions: "Is it your father or your mother? Or do you forget it? You should have an elder sister. Where is your elder sister? Is she with you?"

The real Liao Qian frowned: "Why do you ask these questions?"

Liao Jia spread out the palms of his hands, and two jade pendants appeared in front of Liao Qian's eyes. In Liao Qian's memory, there were only half pieces of the jade pendant, one was his own, and the other half belonged to Liao Jia. There must be something between the two.

A kind of connection: "Who are you?"

"From your mother's side, I am your uncle."

"From your father's side, he is also your uncle!"

"If you want, just call me uncle."

Liao Qian just took a step back, feeling ridiculous and said on guard: "You want to recognize your relatives with just a jade pendant without proof or certificate? What uncle and uncle? The relationship in your family is really chaotic..."

He has no memory of the past.

I only vaguely remember that I had a hard time when I was a child. With my sister holding my hand, the two siblings hid here and there. They were so hungry that they would pick up anything to satisfy their hunger. Liao Jia's dress and demeanor were no less than that of a man from a noble family. It really does matter.

, why did their siblings suffer?

Liao Jiadao: "..."

He was speechless at Liao Qian's evaluation.

He asked again: "Where is your sister?"

"at home."

"Your mother left your sister to me as an orphan back then without mentioning what happened to you. You have grown up and can barely protect yourself. I will not interfere with whatever path you want to take. If you have any difficulties in the future, just come to me.

.Your sister, I want to take her away."

Liao Qian picked his ears and thought he heard wrongly.

"You want to take away my sister? Why?"

Liao Jia said: "Just rely on this letter from your mother."

A letter that has been with him for many years is also his lifelong regret. The son of an old friend whom Liao Jia has always remembered is Liao Qian's sister, not Liao Qian: "Her lifelong regret is that it is difficult to realize her lifelong ambition, so that

Your father wasted his whole life and lost his life. What she missed must be grasped by her descendants."

Liao Qian said he didn't care, but in his heart he was eager to see what was written in the letter - he didn't have the concept of mother in his memory, there was just an elder sister who was like a mother, but it didn't mean that he didn't want to get to know that strange woman.

A few words.

When I opened the letter, I saw the scrawled handwriting.

It can be seen that the writer's wrist is weak and he writes in a hurry.

"Her life ambition?"

Liao Jiadao: "She has a fighting spirit to become an official."

Liao Qian returned the letter to Liao Jia: "But everyone has their own ambitions. Let's not say whether your words are true or false. Even if it is true, our mother is really her, it does not mean that my sister will take the path she wants to take.

Right? It's her business to have ambitions to become an official. My sister is not her substitute. What I am most comfortable with is a mallet, not a sword or a pen."

When the current king came to power, he thought about the possibility of my sister cultivating. He did not seek to be strong, but only wanted to strengthen his body and prolong his life. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, it is worth trying, but my sister said: [Your world

It’s too complicated, so I won’t go. Aren’t they all human beings, whether they are brave warriors or literate scholars? Ordinary people are human beings too! We are all human beings, and there are no different levels.]

[Then my sister can only stay with me for another thirty or forty years.]

My sister hit him on the head with a mallet.

[It’s not that you have to be a person like you to be complete and complete in your whole life. I’m tired enough after living my whole life. The greed of ordinary people can be easily satisfied, just eat and drink enough, but becoming a person like you, how much do you get?

I will never be satisfied, and I feel exhausted just thinking about it. Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to give up...]

In her eyes, literary scholars/valiant warriors are just ordinary people. There is nothing noble about them, so there is no need to pursue them deliberately.

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I only slept four or five hours in 48 hours in two days, and I felt like I was going to ascend. Today was a funeral, and the sun was so strong and poisonous that I suffered from heat stroke... I felt nauseous and uncomfortable, and I felt like vomiting after watching everything at the banquet.
Chapter completed!