The bells of the elementary school next to it rang, and it was heard from the hotel through the clear sky, and the sound seemed very far away.

Zhu Jiayan sat on a chair on the rooftop, blown by the wind. He held a card in his hand, and Feng Han and Lin Yuanwu were sitting opposite him. He turned around and looked at the primary school there from a distance, drawing two cards.

"On Six!"

"Yes K!" Peng Manxuan also discussed with Feng Han and threw out two cards.

“…”

"Yuanwu?"

"Brother Yuanwu? It's your turn to play the cards!"

"Oh, don't urge me, I'm thinking of which one." Lin Yuanwu glanced at the little mage who was standing in front of the flower bed on the left. The place where he saw the little mage the most often in the hotel was the roof, and he watered the flowers most of the time. He seemed to love watering flowers and loved flowers very much. The amount of water he watered each flower was different, but he was the same serious.

He will remove the lesions of the flowers. The excess leaves will break the dry branches, deworm and fertilize them. For some delicate flowers, he will also wipe the leaves with a wet towel.

As dusk approaches, the city is brand new, and the horizon turns red. The figure of the little wizard standing on the edge of the rooftop is a peerless beauty no matter how you look at it.

"...Yuan Wu!" Feng Han urged helplessly.

"Yes, A." Lin Yuanwu drew two cards, withdrew his gaze and looked at the three of them-his movements were extremely obscure and he blocked them with cards. No one should have discovered why he was so trance just now.

But he saw Zhu Jiayan look at him silently, and then Zhu Jiayan's ostentatious seemed to have glanced at the little mage over there.

Lin Yuanwu's heart sank-

He really found out!

When did he discover it? Have you done too obvious in recent days?

Peng Manxuan said, "Those two A are indeed in your hands, I can't afford it."

Zhu Jiayan silently took out two 2 cards and looked around. Everyone looked at him with different expressions. He took out six cards in a row.

“…”

“…”

"King, there are two left." Zhu Jiayan blinked at them.

"well……"

"Let's go."

"To the three." Zhu Jiayan put down the last two cards, stood up and stretched.

"Come again!" Peng Manxuan said.

"I won't come, I won't come." Zhu Jiayan waved his hand, "You three are playing, I'm going to go down and listen to the story of Uncle San."

"Stop playing?" Lin Yuanwuling said.

"Is that story that good? I'll buy you a story collection the next day, with a lot of such godly stories on it." Peng Manxuan said, reaching out and holding Zhu Jiayan's hand, "Don't leave, keep going!"

"No, you guys play, I really want to go on."

"???" Peng Manxuan stared at him suspiciously, with a confused look on her face, but she still let go of her hand.

"Goodbye." Zhu Jiayan waved his hand and walked downstairs.

The three of them looked at his back and looked at each other again, feeling that this little brother was probably fascinated by something.

Then Feng Han sat down in Zhu Jiayan's seat with a smile and said, "That's all we can play."

Peng Manxuan was speechless: "I don't want to play with you!"

"Why?"

“There are so big differences in card skills.”

"Is there still luck..."

"I don't want to play anymore." Peng Manxuan said, and glanced at Lin Yuanwu next to him, "What do you think Yuanwu?"

"It doesn't matter if you lose. You don't gamble, keep playing. If you don't play, you can only go back to your room. You two have fun, but I don't." Lin Yuanwu said as he couldn't help but continue to sneak a glance at the little mage, only to feel that the silhouette of watering the flowers was so charming.

"Eh?" Peng Manxuan suddenly turned to look at the little mage, "Xiao Cai, is Doudizhu?"

Lin Yuanwu's eyes lit up suddenly and he also quietly looked at the little mage.

"No need." The little mage turned his head and smiled gently, "The flowers have not been watered yet, and I don't like playing cards either."

"Okay." Peng Manxuan was a little disappointed.

Lin Yuanwu was even more disappointed.

...

Zhu Jiayan walked downstairs, took a small plastic stool from the front desk, bought two more pots and humbles, sat at the door and ate them slowly, and looked at the end of the right side of the street with the Taoist Changyao.

A group of children ran over like a joyful life.

A smile suddenly appeared on the face of the Taoist Changyao, and he raised his head and took a long sip of wine.

Zhu Jiayan looked at him with a gaze, hesitating for a while, and when the group of primary school students had approached, he asked: "Uncle San, where did you buy this wine?"

"how?"

"It's so delicious..." Zhu Jiayan thought to himself, if an ordinary person drinks a good drink, what's wrong with asking the source, isn't it?

"Haha!" Taoist Changyao laughed, "It's rare that there is someone who drinks with me to drink!"

"Thank you, Uncle San!"

Zhu Jiayan quickly grabbed his clothes and wiped his mouth clean, regardless of whether it was expensive or not. Then he took the wine gourd and gulped it a few times. It was not until the lips and teeth were filled with a spicy feeling and the wine slipped off his cheeks. He put down the wine gourd and quickly tilted his head to apply the wine on his cheeks into his mouth.

“Ah~~”

He exhaled a long breath of hot wine and handed the wine gourd back to the Taoist Changyao!

Several fast-moving primary school students stood in front of the stall, staring at them with black eyes open.

Taoist Changyao raised his eyebrows at them in a very inappropriate manner and smiled: "Do you little kids also want to drink?"

No one answered.

Taoist Changyao didn't mind either and continued to smile.

During the process of selling pots, many ignorant passers-by still attracted, but some of them were fooled and rolled their eyes at the Changyao Taoist. A few minutes later, a group of primary school students stood in front of the stall and stared at the Changyao Taoist. Yin Nuxia also moved a bench and quickly ran to the primary school students to sit down.

Taoist Changyao pondered for a moment and said, "I have a lot of stories to tell today, but before telling the story, I want to ask you a question first."

No one answered, it was a default.

Taoist Changyao continued to ask, "What kind of person do you want to be?"

A group of primary school students looked at each other, why did they look like teachers?

Zhu Jiayan also fell into thought after hearing this, but he first thought about why the boss asked this question, and secondly thought about how he should answer to it to get as close to his expected answer as possible. As for "What kind of person do I want to be?", he put it to the end.

He glanced at another big boss hiding among the elementary school students and found that the big boss was also frowning tightly.

Seeing this, Taoist Changyao poured wine and added: "Or, how do you want to live your life?"

The Nv Xia frowned even tighter.

How to live this life?

In the past, the perfect life she dreamed of was a meal of rice every time, without being oppressed by those officials, and without worrying about being killed by other people in the martial arts world. If the rice is full, it would be heaven. But now it seems that it has been done, and it has far exceeded this standard and beyond her imagination.

She seems to be content, but she seems to be more motivated. For example, earn more money and support the webmaster...

The other primary school students also looked at me, but no one answered them. It seemed that the answers were too ridiculous and they were embarrassed to say them.

Zhu Jiayan finally thought about the step of "What kind of person do I want to be" and "How do I want to live my life", but he found that he rarely thought about this question, so he couldn't think of the answer at once.

He has an extraordinary background, received a good education since childhood, and received the influence of outstanding elders and even peers. Compared with ordinary people, he knows more clearly how he might spend his life and how he should spend it.

After graduation, he either went to a small company under his own industry for an internship or took the civil service exam.

If he takes the business path, he will leave the small company in a few years and start a business with a sum of money that is very little for his family but is a huge sum of money for ordinary people. He may fail many times, but at least he must have a beautiful success. Then he will enter the upper level of his own industry and gradually control it.

If he takes the political path, he will be transferred wherever he has the opportunity, fighting floods, disasters, sand control, poverty alleviation, etc., until he proves his ability and gains a heavy qualification and rises to the forefront.

Even though he studied in science and technology major in college, even if he likes to play, he knew that he would go through his life like this.

It was also a very prominent life, wasn't it?

If you haven't met these big guys, that's it.

But after meeting these big guys... no matter whether they meet them or not, he rarely thinks about what kind of life he wants.

Maybe...become a pretty IT man? He wears flip flops, shorts and vests during the day, and goes to work at night to watch TV shows and play games? He huddled at home on weekends and holidays, and lived a busy life of eating, sleeping, and eating?

Perhaps...being a cultivator in a novel, unrestrained and unrivaled?

Maybe...

At this time, the group of primary school students were already chirping: "I want to be a scientist!"

"I will be an angel in white when I grow up!"

"I want to be an astronaut, go to heaven!"
To be continued...