C8 Four Letters

In the winter of 1220, before the end of the Jin Dynasty, a funeral procession of the royal family of the Jin Dynasty made its way slowly to Liangzhou in the sandstorm of Gansu Province.

The troop was led by the cavalry of the Golden Kingdom, but most of them were elderly, women, and children.

They were Shuyue's ancestors, the clansmen of the Golden Kingdom.

The last years of the Jin Dynasty were filled with monsters. After the fourth emperor of the Jin Dynasty killed the son of Yan Ji, Cheng Yan Han, the remaining masters had a premonition that the Jin Dynasty was about to reach its end.

Therefore, the clan decided to move one of their clansmen along with the old tribe to Liangzhou in the name of Jianling.

Although the Jing Chuan had been the first major city in Chang'an since ancient times, it gradually became desolate as the capital moved eastward.

The wind and sand obscured the direction of the procession, and when they reached the catafalque, the first person fell ill.

After several days of watery diarrhea, his back muscles and veins were in disorder, his limbs were twitching, and his body was feeling weak and hot. After that, his Profound Qi ran out and he died.

Cholera, a disease that could be cured with a random injection of a vaccine in modern medicine, was incurable in ancient times.

As the epidemic spread, the number of people quickly fell by half, and even the son of the clan was infected.

The Shamans and Witch Doctors from the Great Prairie were powerless. The Grandmaster Elder knelt in front of the Nine Furnace Plum Blossom Mountain and swore that if the Heavens could give a sign of life to the Duke of Mystical Kingdom, he would definitely strike the drum and summon the spirit to pay tribute.

On the Nine Cauldron Plum Blossom Mountain, the Queen Mother of the West seemed to hear the pleas of this pagan nomad. In the midst of the sleet with hail, another group walked out from the other side of the mountain.

It was a group of fugitives.

The Tibetan leader cut his wrist with a scimitar and fed his blood to the bedridden and sickly Yan Zong's son in one night. At this point, the Warrick Family had retained their lifeline.

In that time of smoke outside, two teams of different nationalities made a vow in the secluded Nine Top Lotus Ridge.

A single force from the Yan family would forever be used by the Hidden Alliance. From now on, regardless of prosperity or the fires of war in troubled times, the two races would always protect each other and survive. The eldest daughter of the clan will marry the eldest son of the Tibetan for generations to come, in order to have a good relationship with him for generations to come.

However, this Tibetan team didn't explain where they came from nor why they were fleeing. The leader of the group told Yan Zong that they were the direct descendants of the God, and that they had the closest blood to the God.

They had no last names, but their names were the same as their ancestors': Turgu.

After hundreds of years, the Turgu tribe gradually became Han, and the two tribes moved to Jiangnan gradually in the late Qing dynasty.

After the Republic, the Turgu tribe gradually changed their name to disciple.

"Your father's surname is Disciple."

I didn't say anything.

First of all, I think feeding blood or something can cure cholera, just like indigowoad root can fight cancer.

Secondly, due to a few mouthfuls of blood, the ancients were able to easily arrange the marriage of their descendents that they were unable to achieve anything on. On what basis? If you want to screw yourself, then just do it. Why do you still need others to take the blame for you?

Especially if the eldest son of another clan looks like Wu Dalang, then I'd rather be exterminated at that time.

When you made that vow, did you ever think about the feeling of a fertilized egg in five hundred years?

If I'm not wrong, my father should be the one who married Yan's parents. My mother said he was the eldest son.

If it's my mom, then Zhang Zhonghua is a fake. My mom should at least be called Wang Zhonghua or something.

I quickly asked, "Then is my mother's surname Wang?"

As expected, Shuyue shook her head.

She walked over to the photo, pointed at the woman in the white qipao and said,

"She's your grandmother. Her name is Wang Yumo. Back then, she received a new wave of thought from the Republic of China and fought back with all her might to marry your grandfather and disciple, Ji Yinian."

Shuyue pointed to the man dressed in Tibetan robes on the right of the white cheongsam:

"Later on, when he couldn't withstand the coercion from the two families, he gave birth to your father after marrying your grandfather, so it could be said that he completed his mission. Your grandmother divorced as soon as New China was established, and in 1970 she married your father to this foreigner in the United States. "

Needless to say, I know this foreigner is the white suit on the left side.

I don't know why, but I understand my grandmother's choice.

Any woman who, for the sake of an unscientific and persuasive legacy from their family, wanted to marry this country bumpkin from next door would have risked their lives to resist.

Furthermore, looking at the clothes, my grandma is an exquisite beauty from the Republic of China. My grandpa seems to be a farmer who cultivates farmland, and his thoughts and values are not the same as Level's.

Chinese people always say that the words of the matriarchal matchmaker, the moral integrity of the couple, are actually thousands of years on the road to women. Even if tomorrow the Earth is going to perish, it's not worth for us women to sacrifice ourselves, OK?

Although the foreigner next door also had a beer belly, few hair, and a face that didn't look much better.

But history books are taught that in 1970 they were unable to eat at all in China.

If I follow a foreigner, at least I'll be able to eat my fill. I don't think there's any problem.

There was no love. It's too bad for a beautiful woman to have no love and no steak.

Shuyue said that she was five years younger than my father and the first time she saw him was when she was four years old.

The family led my father to the Wang family for an engagement.

In Shuyue's memory, her father still had the Stick's hair like that of a countryside child, and had combed his hair into a braid with a red rope.

The two of them played in the courtyard for the whole summer, Shuyue called him Little Big Brother.

It was an era of scarcity, and the best games children could play were cigarette packs and slugs.

But the little brother has a pair of delicate hands, can follow the picture in the old picture newspaper, with the waste newspaper paste a kite. The two kids ran in the wind for the whole afternoon and finally the kite crookedly flew up into the sky.

"When can I be as free as it is?" said the little brother.

The summer in the south was long, but there would be a cool day no matter how long it was. I heard that my little brother is going to take a boat to the most evil capitalist country.

Shuyue hugged the paper kite, and said to her little brother: "Remember to write me a letter."

Afterwards, Shuyue received a total of four letters from my father.

In 1982,

"Yue, I have returned to my country. The country has fully recovered the university entrance examinations, so you and I should break free from the constraints of family folly and use our knowledge to change our fates. I'll be waiting for you in Beijing. "

That year, Shuyue disregarded the objections of her family and exchanged five roosters for two yuan. She bought the study materials and exercise books, cooked a bowl of porridge for one night, and paid fifty cents for the college entrance examination that year.

In 1984,

"Yue, these few years I have been studying the origin of my family in Tibet. They don't seem to have come from any known place on Earth. What was even more frightening was that it wasn't by chance that they chose the Warranty Family as their candidate for marriage.

But China has just experienced a cultural catastrophe, and there is so little literature. I've applied for a project on Asian History at the University of Philadelphia. The atmosphere of academic research here is very strict, and you will definitely like it. "

That year, Shuyue had majored in Ancient Chinese, which was why she had turned to studying biology. It was because the top students in the biology department of the school were allowed to study in America.

In 1986,

"Yue, how are you doing in New York?

Presumably you have also received the culture of freedom, we should not be bound by the feudal family traditions.

I can't wait to share a good news with you.

The wedding is simple, but please be sure to come at Christmas. She is also a Chinese student and is not from the same hometown. I see you as my only sister. I'll move to California after the wedding.

I felt that the family curse had ended when I met her, so I didn't mention it to her.

As a future husband, it was time to leave the past behind. And now that we're abroad, we're free. "

That year, as a biologist, Shuyue participated in the archaeology of the Indian site in Arizona. She discovered that the stone tablet at the site contained a record of the year 225 of AD, which coincided with the clan's legend. She bought a plane ticket for the following week, wanting to tell him personally about it at Christmas.

The winter in New York City was very cold. Shuyue wiped her tears and went to the wedding shop to choose a bridesmaid outfit.

The wedding was seven years away.

In 1993,

"I know the source of our family, but I paid a huge price for it.

There was a change in my body, a limited time, and I had to go back where they had come from.

My wife and I have a daughter who wants to entrust her to you. If anything happens to us one day, please treat her like your own daughter. "Let's talk about it in detail when we meet."

I had just started primary school that year.

Shuyue raised his hand and gently brushed off the dust on the photo, as if she was cleaning a precious treasure. It was the only picture of her and my father.

She was crying.

Although only 15 years old, but every day must see Zhugege and TVB 8, I can also know that this is a heartless one-sided wish.

Sigh, having a lover to eventually become siblings is the most unrequited outcome of a single love affair in real life.

At this moment, I couldn't help but complain.

One had to know that my father's appearance was ordinary. He had a square face with a long waist and a thick neck. The only things he could take out were his height and intelligence.

But my mom is a beauty. She can eat at a five-star hotel just by relying on her face, but she wants to drink cold water with my dad.

I have never counted Shuyue's pursuers before, only twenty to thirty of them per year. After all, they are an important economic source of many years of improvement in my diet.

Even though both beauties have taken a fancy to my father, they are still determined to do it. This is something that I, as the president of the Appearance Association, cannot understand.

But I wasn't in the mood to think about it at the time:

"The complete version of the solution to the Maze of the Seven Paths has already been lost. Why are you purposely laying down such a suspicious array?"