[Fantasy, farming, life's bitter, sour, sweet, spicy, and salty moments, sorrow, household gods, rebellious streaks, comedy, extremes of fire and ice] No CP, important things said three times: no CP, no CP.
My name is Ren Xinyuan. My family has a household god. My father studied history from elementary school onward. He's a Taoist priest, but also not a Taoist priest. Our family is different, and that's probably why my father is so unusual, too.
I was born in 1996. My mother died when I was two, and I have an older brother and two older sisters.
My father is a little like Tang Monk: kind to everyone except his eldest disciple. My father is a good man. He never wronged anyone in his life, except his wife and children.
What I mean is, my father was both unfortunate and fortunate. His two older daughters are very sensible.
But nothing in this world is perfect. Maybe this is his comeuppance: his son and youngest daughter are both rebels, and the most unfortunate part is that I'm the youngest rebel of them all.
