Gu Xichao still remembered the time when her mother was drunk and lay on the table and acted mean to the master. The master did not get angry. Gu Xichao frowned and saw the master sigh and put down his hookah pipe and slowly walked towards him. The last pair of palms rested on his shoulders, and the thick calluses could be felt through the clothes.
"Let's go out first"
"Mom thinks you are dad again?"
"This is a good thing, at least she feels like she has something to think about."
"Oh"
Gu Xichao nodded, deftly took out a book from his sleeve, found a step by the back door and sat down. The old Taoist priest glanced at him and sat next to him, smoking a hookah.
"Xichao, do you know what kind of person your father is?"
"Mom said my father is a hero."
"Hmph, this woman just likes those imaginary things, what kind of hero is she?"
"Master doesn't like heroes either?"
The old Taoist priest pulled out his hookah pipe and suddenly put his face next to Xi Chao's nose. His hard beard hit Gu Xi Chao's face, and Xi Chao giggled as he held a book.
"Xi Chao, listen carefully, heroes are not good things. From now on, you should be a good man like your master, and don't be a hero like your father."
"What makes a good man like Master?"
"I'll tell you when you're older."
"Bad old man"
Many years later, when Gu Xichao was dragging a box of books with him hungry and holding his forehead, pouring tea residue into his stomach and sighing as if he was looking back on his life, he looked at the clueless hero sitting across from him who was grinning at him, and then he suddenly remembered the last words his master said before leaving.