Ahem, to make a long story short, there is no grassroots counterattack here, no golden fingers, no piles of vests, and even less... Money. That's right, it's money, no money. At least that's the case for Zhao Quan, a very poor male protagonist who lives with his aunt and makes a humble living every day. In name, he is the young master of the general's palace, but in fact he is no different from a servant. For a little money, he does a lot of deception and abduction, but it is not harmful. Just living one day at a time like this, without any lofty ambitions, I thought life would just be like this...
Until...
One day, dark clouds rolled in and climbed up the cliff. Blood watered the thorns, and spears pierced the chest. When the warm liquid splashed on his face, he woke up as if from a dream. It turns out that death is like this.
"Xiao Quan, have you decided?"
"I've decided."
"Okay... I'll take you away."
I'll take you away. She said.
With support, the dry lake in my heart gave birth to such a wish for the first time.
This time, it wants to take a good look at the world.
Idea: If the moon has not come yet, the street lamp can also shine on the window sill. Embrace the ordinary and live well.