Xuan Huan: I Am an Ordinary Person!

The sea breeze carried the salty smell and passed through Yufeng Village, blowing the broken hair on Lin Xuan's forehead into a mess. The boy stood barefoot on the reef, looking at the sea level in the distance that was dyed purple by twilight. At the age of fifteen, he was slim but strong, with tanned skin acquired from fishing with his father all year round. At this moment, he was unconsciously stroking the fish bone pendant hanging around his waist - it was a relic left to him by his mother before she died. Xiaoxuan! A deep shout came through the sound of the waves. Ah Tie strode over with a fishing net on his shoulders. This young man who was half a head taller than Lin Xuan always looked like a burning flame. At his waist was a bronze dagger with faded red silk wrapped around the handle. It was said that it was his father's sword on the battlefield. Are you reading the fairy tales again? Ah Tie threw the fishing net on the beach, and the splash of fine sand covered Lin Xuan's trousers. Behind the two of them, the smoke from the village smoke curled up, and the voices of women calling their children home came from the bluestone road. Lin Xuan did not answer, his eyes fell on the faint flash of light where the sea and the sky met. Ever since I heard the storyteller tell the story of Yu Jian Feitian at the teahouse in the town three months ago, some kind of inexplicable longing has been there. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.