Liao Jia asked a series of questions: "Is it your father or your mother? Or do you no longer remember it? You should have an older sister, where is your older sister? Is she with you?"

The real Liao Qian frowned: "What are you asking about this?"

Liao Jia spread out his hands and two jade pendants appeared in front of Liao Qian. In Liao Qian's memory, this jade pendant was only half, one of his own, and the other half was naturally Liao Jia's. There must be some connection between the two: "Who are you?"

"From your mother's side, I am your uncle."

"From your father's side, he is also your uncle!"

"If you want, just call me uncle."

Liao Qian just took a step back, only to find it absurd, and said with caution: "No, no evidence, I want to recognize my relatives with a jade pendant? What uncle and uncle, your relationship is really chaotic..."

He has no memory of the past.

I only vaguely remember that I lived a hard life when I was a child. My sister held hands. The two brothers hid in hiding and could pick up anything to satisfy my hunger. Liao Jia's outfit and demeanor are no less than that of a husband from a noble family. It really matters, why did their brothers suffer?

Liao Jia said: "..."

Liao Qian's evaluation was speechless.

He asked again: "Where is your sister?"

“At home.”

"Your mother entrusted your sister to me back then, but she didn't mention how you were. You have grown up and have the power to protect yourself. I will not interfere without authorization. If you have any difficulties in the future, just come and find me. Your sister, I want to take it away."

Liao Qian took out his ears and thought he had heard it wrong.

"You want to take my sister away? Just ask why?"

Liao Jia said: "Just rely on your mother's letter."

A letter he has been with him for many years is also a regret for his whole life. The son of an old friend whom Liao Jia has always been worried about is Liao Qian's sister, either Liao Qian: "Her lifelong regret is the difficulty in fulfilling her ambitions, which makes your father delayed his life and killed his life. What she missed must always be grasped by her descendants."

Liao Qian said he didn't care, but he was eager to see what was written in the letter - he didn't remember the concept of mother, but only the elder sister who was like a mother, but it did not mean that he didn't want to understand the strange woman's words.

When I opened this letter, the scribbled handwriting was reflected in my eyes.

It can be seen that the writer is weak and writes in a hurry.

"Her lifelong ambition?"

Liao Jia said: "She has the intention to enter the government and fight."

Liao Qian returned the letter to Liao Jia: "But everyone has their own ambitions, and not to mention the true or false of your words. Even if it is true, our mother is really her, it doesn't mean that my sister will go the way she wants to go, right? It's her business for her to have an ambition to enter the officialdom, and my sister is not her substitute. My sister's best choice is a stick, not a sword or a pen."

Now when the king of the country came to power, he thought about the possibility of his elder sister's cultivation. He did not seek to be strong, but only wanted to strengthen the body and prolong his life. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, it was worth trying. However, his elder sister said: [Your world is too complicated, I won't go. Whether it is a brave warrior or a literary scholar, aren't they all human beings? Ordinary people are also human beings! They are all human beings, so what are the differences between different levels.]

[That sister can only accompany me for another thirty or forty years.]

My sister knocked on his head with a stick.

[It is not that you are a person like you, you will be considered complete and complete in your whole life. I am tired enough after living my life. The greed of ordinary people is easy to satisfy, just eat and drink enough, but becoming a person like you will not be satisfied with anything you get, and you will be exhausted even if you think about it. There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to give up...]

In her eyes, literary scholars/violent warriors are all ordinary people, and there is nothing noble, so naturally there is no need to pursue them deliberately.

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I only slept for four or five hours in 48 hours in two days, and I felt like I was about to ascend. Today I was in the funeral, the sun was strong and poisonous, and I was in the same place... I felt disgusting and uncomfortable. I wanted to vomit when I saw the banquet after that.
Chapter completed!