That day, Kaeya was lying on the bed tossing and turning, remembering Xiaoluo's words, and felt that it was not unreasonable. He didn't believe in the curse in the first place, but he hadn't thought to look at it before.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, he opened the secret compartment in his room, and no one could have imagined that the dark compartment was the switch next to his wine cabinet, and others thought that the light was on. It can be turned on, but if you dim it for about 10 minutes, wait for it to change color, touch the object with the fingerprint of his thumb, and you will see that the white protective film of the pillar next to the wine cabinet that others thought was used for decoration will come off from it, revealing a glass wall.

Kaeya opened the glass wall and easily pulled out what someone had coveted. He went to bed to see what the so-called mysterious scroll was, and how it magically wrote the history of their Hudson family.

He opened the scroll and found that there was nothing there. He pondered to himself for a moment about the scroll, wondering if there was some mechanism to be able to see the words. I remember someone saying that some words can only be revealed with water, and of course some words are made with blood or oil. He didn't dare to try rashly, so he planned to read the will before making up his mind.

Dear Hudson Family Descendants XX,

I am your ancestor, and when you read this letter, it shows that something has happened to our Hudson family, so that you have to open this will.

Of course, if you read this will because of the decline of the family business, I hope my words will serve as a warning to you. And then I will tell you a truth, I hope you can deeply understand what it means to be vigilant.

You must have heard the mysterious legend about our Hudson family and opened this letter out of curiosity or other mindset.

At that time, our family business was indeed in trouble and was on the verge of bankruptcy, and I was desperate at that time. I don't know how many times, we were rejected by others, and no one was willing to help save our family's property. I was a little discouraged and wandered down an old street full of ruined sights, which further fostered my feelings of loss.

When we reached the bridge, there were many beggars, each with a bowl in their hands. I was dressed brightly, even though I was cornered. They eagerly hoped that I would reward them with a little money. I didn't have much money on me, but I was afraid that if I gave one of them, they would attack that person, so I walked past them indifferently.

But because of the lack of concentration, I stepped on a beggar, and I thought he would be mad at me, but no, he just smiled at me and said, "Sir, the sun rises every day!" I stopped, thought his words were interesting, and casually said, "However, cloudy and rainy days are not." When the man heard my answer, he shook his head and said, "No, it's still rising, it's just hidden somewhere we don't know." ”

At that time, I was shocked, and it was hard to believe that such a humble person could say such philosophical things. I immediately gave the man all the money I had left, and I thought the man would say no, but he accepted it. He said that as a token of his appreciation he gave me a copy of the Scriptures.

When I opened it, there was nothing. The man obviously saw my doubts, and he smiled and said, "The contents of the scriptures need to be filled in by yourself, sir." I smiled lightly and accepted the scroll, and as I walked through it, I pondered it carefully, and finally realized what he wanted to tell me, that God gave everyone's life is a blank blank sheet of paper, and that paper, whether it is decadent or wonderful, needs to be filled in by yourself. No one is born with a paper full of merits. After thinking about this, I immediately had the belief that no matter how difficult it was, I would hold on.

Like he said, the sun rises every day, and even if I'm not good right now, it's temporary, because real success beckons to me.

A few months later, I succeeded and overnight turned the family business from a previous decline to a thriving one, and it is getting better and better. At that time, many people said that I was sponsored by a man of God, and I just laughed and said, yes, that man was indeed my man of God.

A year later, when I stood at that bridge again, I was already a successful businessman, squeezing into the top 100 in the world. This time, I brought enough money to thank the man of God. Unfortunately, I searched the entire bridge, and found that there was no figure of a god-man. I was disappointed, but gave the money I brought with me to the beggars. Those people all stretched out their dirty hands and excitedly held the money in their hands. I know that the money is a small amount for me, but for them, it's life-saving money.

There was a man with his hands who prayed and said, "Sir, you are such a good man, may God bless you in the rest of your life!" ”

When I shook my head and tried to leave, I noticed something very familiar to him, and when I crossed the bridge, I realized that it was that it was a man of God. I went back to the bridge, pointed to the ornament hanging from his waist, and asked, "Is this ornament yours?" ”

He looked down at the ornament and said with a smile, "Sir, it's not mine, it's my companion's." ”

"yes, it's beautiful. So where are your companions? I asked casually.

"Sir, my companion passed away not long ago." He said.

I was a little sorry to hear his answer, but I didn't feel too sad, after all, the world is unpredictable! Just as he was about to get up and leave, he stopped me and said, "Sir, wait a minute, if you have a crush on this ornament, you can look for her daughter." My companion said that his daughter had embroidered it on him. ”

I paused, but I couldn't repay him personally, and the same was true for his daughter. I smiled and said, "Then do you know where his daughter is?" ”

"Well, for the sake of the money that my husband gave me enough money for me to spend a month, I will take you to his daughter." He put the bowl away and got up to lead the way.

Along the way, the beggar told me a lot more about him and his daughter, and when I heard what he said, I was touched by the love of the man of God for his daughter. Everyone thinks his daughter is a monster, and even his wife insists on raising his daughter when she dislikes the daughter he gave birth to. Even when he was mistaken for an inauspicious person because of his daughter's relationship, and all the companies refused to hire him, so that he could not find a job and could only live on the streets, he still loved his daughter so much that he gave almost all the money to his daughter, and heard that he was starved to death. It is hard for me to imagine that there is such a great man in the world who respects him even more as a man of God.

When the beggar came to the door, he stopped his advance, and as if he was afraid that the girl would also bring him bad luck, he hurried away. I looked at the dark and old hut in front of me, and knocked on the door a few times in front of the door that opened as soon as I pushed it, but no one answered me, let alone opened the door for me. I waited, so I had to push the door and go in, and in the dark room, I couldn't see anything clearly. I tripped several times, and the last time I finally tripped over an object, soft, and the object was smashed by me with a *sound.

I quickly got up and asked, "Miss, are you okay?" No one answered me, and I asked again aloud, but still didn't answer me.

I had to lean down and grope on the bed, but I came across my hot body, and my hands fled as if they were electrocuted. Then he touched her forehead again, and after making sure that the girl had a fever, he hurriedly carried her out of the hut.

I took her to my villa and asked my personal doctor to see her personally. After that, I handed her over to the housekeeper I grew up with and asked her to treat her well. I was busy for the next few days, and the next time I saw her was a week later, sitting in the courtyard mruning the flowers.

I didn't pay attention, and when the housekeeper told me that she was trimming the flowers and plants in the courtyard, I realized that the emaciated figure was her. I crept up behind her, and she didn't notice me at all, and she was very attentive to pruning the flowers and plants, and after her pruning, the flowers and plants in the garden seemed to be suddenly lit by the god of all things, and became the most magical art in the world. I disturbed her every day until she turned around after trimming and saw me fall to the ground with my scissors so frightened that I heard a clear sound, not the sound of the scissors touching the ground, but the sound of my heart beating faster.

I finally understood why people thought that girl was an anomaly, because under her beautiful face, there were a pair of purple crystal shining eyes, and I had almost forgotten everything. Indeed, I don't think she's a monster, but rather a gem, and I thank God for letting me know her. She was 17 years old and I was 27 years old, and I married her.

We've been very happy since we got married, she has very good hands, and she's smart, and she keeps the house in good order, and she never needs me to be distracted by that. I dot on her, and I always let her accompany me to various charities, and I want to let the world know that people with purple eyes are not monsters, but respected people.

What excites me the most is that in the second year of marriage, she gave birth to a purple-eyed son. Not because he is a son, but because he has purple eyes, and I hope that my children and grandchildren will have a pair of beautiful and pure purple eyes for future generations, and I want the world to know that purple eyes will always be respected.

Seeing this, you must know why the scriptures are blank, and the so-called Iro, which I told reporters in a news interview, is actually the name of my wife's father, and I just want to remember his old man.

Of course, I am leaving this letter and the Scriptures only in the hope that you will have a faith that will sustain you in the face of all suffering. In addition, I just don't want you to be despised and disliked by the world because you have a pair of purple eyes that are different from ordinary people.

The reason why I want to leave the legacy of having only one child is because my wife considers the huge family business and does not want a scene of brothers and siblings fighting. Good luck, and may you have purple eyes too.

Author's note: I hope you don't just pay attention to my story, because I want you to understand the truth even more. There are no eternal lows in life, and success is hidden in corners you don't notice.