"Haha, Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao, happy and happy! Let's call our son Xiaoyao! Haha!"
The middle-aged man said while holding the newly born little boy.
The woman lying on the bed smiled and shook her head, "You old naughty boy, your surname is Xiao, our son's name should be Yao, you idiot."
"Haha, it's okay, doesn't it mean you are happy together? Hahaha..."
The original meaning of yao is far, like duckweed floating far away. This name destined his life.
Ten years later
"My little friend, you are in trouble today! But this trouble may be a good thing for you!" An old Taoist priest pulled a boy and said.
"What kind of disaster are you talking about?"
"The secret must not be leaked, but don't get close to the 'wood' today. Hahaha!" After saying that, the old Taoist walked away. ． ． ． ． ．