[This is the first time for a newcomer to write an article, so you can give more suggestions. Wb: refers to the Sophora japonica forest]
When Zhuo Hua was four years old, his family sent him to Taiyin Mountain to become a disciple and became a demon hunter.
In the yard of the old wooden house, an old man was sitting leisurely on a wicker chair, sewing a winter quilt in his hands. The early autumn sun shines on the yard, coating it with gold, and the whole yard is warm.
"Zhuo Hua must study hard and protect everyone when he grows up." The master's hand movements did not stop, and the look on his face became a little softer.
Zhuo Hua sat on the ground, tinkering with the windmill he bought down the mountain yesterday. "Hmm" He raised his head and thought for a while with his immature face, "But Zhuo Hua just wants to protect the master." Zhuo Hua blinked at the master with big watery eyes.
"Then, Zhuohua must protect the master."
Master just lowered his head and smiled silently, feeling warm under the golden light of the sun, with unreadable emotions on his face.
Purpose: live a good life