"Why do you want to see what the world looks like?" Wu Zhu seemed to be thinking about something, "Isn't the place where you are standing now a part of this world?"
Fan Xian didn't know how to answer. Since he came from another world, he would naturally be interested in many aspects of this world, and the question that haunted his mind for the longest time was: How did he come to this world
Six years ago, when Teacher Fei Jie was still teaching in Danzhou, he mentioned the temple. At that time, Fan Xian was thinking that he could transform himself from a dying patient on earth into the boy he is now. Miracle, what else can be explained? So he was very curious about the temple and wanted to see what was there.
As for Kyoto, it was also a place he wanted to go very much. Little girl Fan Ruoruo didn't know if she could live a happy life under the power of her stepmother, and after being separated from Fei Jie for a few years, she also had some thoughts about visiting that cute perverted old man.
The most important thing is that in the previous life, he had been lying down for a long time due to illness, and in this life he was lingering in Danzhou with the body of a child for a long time. Contrary to his life, a flame began to ignite in Fan Xian's heart. This flame was enough to burn his spirit and stimulate him. His desire, what he wants to do, to get something.
Tranquility and ambition, power and happiness, love and beauty... These incongruous or even incompatible terms flashed through his mind. After thinking for a long time, he carefully answered: "If a person's life is only If you do it once, you always need to see different scenery and meet different people, so that you can enjoy the game that cannot be played again."
This is Fan Xian's sincere words. In his previous life, on the hospital bed before he died, he once thought about how he should spend his next life if he had another life.
Wu Zhu said: "What are your plans?"
"First of all, we must ensure that we can survive." Fan Xian squatted down and threw another rock, but this time he didn't use much force, so the stone hit the gray rock below and shattered. "So you must have the ability to protect yourself."
"Then?"
"Then I set myself three goals."
Wu Zhu listened quietly.
"First, I want to have many, many children. Second, I want to write many, many books. Third, I want to live a very good life."
Fan Xian said such absurd things calmly, without the slightest bit of embarrassment.
Deep in his heart, since this world is not the earth, then he is the only representative of earth humans in this world. According to biological principles, as a representative of the heritage of human flesh and blood, I should be obliged to give birth to many children in this world.
At the same time, he believes that he is also a representative of the cultural heritage of human beings on the earth. How many magnificent artistic achievements have been created by human beings from ancient times to the present, but they can’t be found in this world. If they don’t write (or copy? ) many, many books, let the cultural heritage of Cao Xueqin and Kill Bill shine in this lonely world, he really feels sorry for those lonely sages in the parallel universe... Of course, the most important thing is to feel sorry for himself.
Naturally, he also regards himself as the only representative of earth humans observing the world, so he must ensure that he lives comfortably, only in this way can he prolong his life, and observe as many years as possible.
It wasn't until many years later that Fan Xian admitted to himself a little shyly that he was actually just seeking a great archway to hide the deep lust, shamelessness, and greed in his heart.
On the cliff by the sea, Wu Zhu seemed to need some time to understand the meaning of Fan Xian's three goals, and calmly analyzed: "Then you need to marry many wives, find many poets, and hire many servants."
"Poet?" Fan Xian knew that most literati and poets would use this sentence, but he still didn't understand.
"A down-and-out literati who specializes in writing manuscripts for others does not have the right to sign."
Fan Xian smiled, thinking that he was going to let a good man like Lao Cao and Lao Sha be his big shooter, and naturally he didn't need those poets. Just as he was thinking, he heard Wu Zhu's analysis that continued to be so calm that the logic was too simple.
"If you want to marry a lot of wives, hire a lot of servants, get a lot of poets, you need to make a lot of money. If you want to make a lot of money, you need a lot of power, and if you want a lot of power, you need to be away from the center of power in this country closer."
Wuzhu turned around and left neatly: "We'll go back to Kyoto when you turn sixteen."
Behind him, Fan Xian was still standing on the edge of the cliff in a daze, thinking that he had just confided some not-so-excessive thoughts, how could he be deduced by this peerless powerhouse with some problems in his mind? State power? Moreover, he made the decision to return to the capital so quickly—Fan Xian naturally remembered that he was escaped from the capital by Wu Zhu on his back the day he was first born into this world.
He patted his face vigorously to get himself out of this dumbfounding emotion, ran to follow, and said with a smile: "Uncle, I have confided in you, you have to give something back, right? "
"Want to know what?"
"My mother's matter, why were we hunted down in Kyoto?"
"I will tell you everything about Miss when you are sixteen years old. This is Miss' will. As for the people who hunted us down, you don't need to know, because they all died ten years ago."
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When they returned to Danzhou Port, it was already noon, and Fan Xian broke up with Wu Zhu a long way outside the city, and went into the city by himself. The residents of the city have long been used to the young master of the Fan family often wandering outside the city. Although there are no large beasts or dangerous places near Danzhou City, some people still feel that Earl Befu is too indifferent The safety of the bastard.
After all, in people's eyes, Fan Xian was still an eleven or twelve-year-old boy at this time.
Residents of Danzhou who live idle all day long and do not have to pay taxes to the court are always so idle that they can infer some strange ideas from many things, for example, do some people in Earl Befu really hope that The illegitimate child was eaten by strange beasts in the wild, fell off a cliff and died.
Thinking that the little boy who always had a cute smile on his face actually lived in such a dangerous mansion, everyone always felt a little palpitating pleasure.
Fan Xian didn't know what these passers-by were thinking, he still kept a slightly shy smile on his face, lowered his head slightly, and returned to Earl Beppu.
Knowing that he will come back for dinner today, all the servants are waiting for him. The old lady was sitting on the teacher's chair, her eyes seemed to be closed, as if she was sleepy.