My name is Ah Qi. No surname, no origin, no one waiting for me at the mass grave.
The old beggar who picked me up was called Chen San. He said that unwanted children understand people's hearts best.
Later, I traveled around the world carrying the sword left by my father and met many people. Some people helped me because I looked like my father, and some people killed me because of the debt my father owed.
Everyone says that I am Chu Moyuan's son.
I've been asking all my life: Why doesn't he want me?
Until the day I found the answer, I returned to the ruined temple and arranged seventeen copper coins on the table - sixteen were the New Year's money that my father had paid for sixteen years, and one was the copper coin that Chen San had saved all his life.
I broke the cold steamed bun in half, gave half to myself, and placed the other half in front of Chen San's grave.
It's so big, I'm finally home.
Is this okay?
