But if I go back to the village, the living conditions are worse for the time being, and the gossip in this village alone can make me unable to raise my head.

What's more, although I know that ghosts and gods exist, I hate these things, because I am trapped in them, and my family is ruined.

So, escaping from all of this is my biggest dream.

And in Liangcheng, that fast-paced, modern metropolis, no one cares about this.

Thinking of this, my eyes drooped, swallowed my saliva, and knelt in front of my grandfather's spirit again, saying: "Grandpa, second uncle, the descendant Zhao Qiankun is not filial, I ...... I don't want to inherit a paper tie shop. ”

"What did you say!" The second uncle thought that I knelt in front of my grandfather's spirit to promise how I would carry forward my skills in the future, but I didn't expect to say such disobedient words, frowned, turned his head with a little anger, and the incense he was about to hand me in his hand was pinched off by him.

"What do you say? What the hell do you think? The second uncle couldn't help but want to teach me a lesson, but when he glanced at it, he saw that there were still some outsiders in the mourning hall who came to mourn, so he couldn't help but slap his tongue, just glared at me fiercely, reached out and grabbed my arm, and whispered: "Follow me to the Westinghouse." ”

My arm is not thin, but it is still pinched and painful, and when I was grabbed by my second uncle and left, I caught a glimpse of the incense that my grandfather had just renewed in front of his spirit, and it was broken.

I know that my grandfather's soul is not gone, and he is not happy to hear me.

Westinghouse is the room where my grandfather lived before his death, and on the table, there are also paper figures that my grandfather did not finish tying before his death, and when I came here, my heart hurt even more, because everything here seems to remind me of the cruel fact that my grandfather has died.

"What did you just say? You don't want to inherit a paper shop? ”

"Zhao Qiankun, do you think that if you stay in a big city for a few years, you are not from Qiaoxi Village? Do you think that when you go to college, you can have your own world? Don't forget, you are a member of the Zhao family, and you are destined to be a papermaker from birth, this is your life, and it is also the life of our Zhao family! You can't choose! "The second uncle was really angry this time, pointed at my nose, scolded me, and didn't leave the slightest emotion between his words.

I gritted my teeth, looked at the second uncle, didn't speak, and was tense.

I am not convinced, I know that my pure yang body, fate is destined to be unchangeable, but the path I want to take in the future, I can choose by myself, to be a papermaker, all this is just the hope of my grandfather and second uncle, it does not mean that I must obey.

Such an idea is somewhat selfish, and it does live up to my grandfather's cultivation and the hope of the family, but I am not willing to put my whole life in the broken paper shop in this village, and the thirteen generations of the Zhao family have exhausted their efforts for this shop all their lives, isn't it enough?

"I asked you, did you hear me?" The second uncle's voice became louder and louder, pointing at me, and seeing that I didn't speak, he knew that I still hadn't changed my mind, so he spoke with the intention of forcing me, and spoke softly.

However, my life is hard, and my temperament is also hard, since I have decided one thing, no matter what others say, even if my head is broken and bleeding, I have to move forward, even if the second uncle opposes it, it can't change my determination, so I gritted my teeth and popped out a few words: "But I, don't accept my fate." ”

The fundus of the eye is a rare decision.