The cold wave intensified. In the little beggar's den, Song Nanzhe's consciousness was trapped in the quagmire. This winter's cold wind seemed to be more biting than before. He had to save the energy to shiver. The person who changed Song Nanzhe's life came just like this.
It turned out that it was Luo Zaichi who was passing by this place for the first time in his seventeen years of life. He was holding a broken water tank in an empty alley behind a madman's house. He came across a nine-year-old Song Nanzhe curled up in it. He shouldn't have cared about it, but when he saw this child, he unconsciously became dizzy, as if he was being pulled. In the end, Luo Zaichi took the child into his arms.
The elders allowed me to take him as my disciple and educate him carefully.
"Disciples must remember their teacher's kindness and never forget it."
I should keep Master's words in mind, but I can't figure out why.
I don't have anything against this thing, it's just that I've been having bad luck lately.
"Master! My disciple glued the wood carving back on!"
How could I talk back to Master?
"It was my teacher's fault. I knew I was wrong, I knew I was wrong..."
Purpose: To embody the cultural heritage of respecting teachers and respecting morality, and also to show the emotional tenacity of the protagonists.