Painting Halloween Road

Fan'er, you have to write the word "Gu" of the Gu family carefully one stroke at a time, because it carries the glory of the bloodline. The candles in the ancestral hall were burning all night. When Gu Feifan stood up, he solemnly put the genealogy in his arms. He held the shiny iron nine tightly and looked at the rolling mountains outside the city. There was the path he wanted to take. Even if it was full of thorns and the world despised him, he would step by step and walk out on his own path. Later, someone asked him what made him rise from humble beginnings to become a powerful person. Gu Feifan just looked at the horizon and said softly: "I just don't want the names on the genealogy to remain just dust."