One night, the great warlord Yang Sen drunkenly walked into the third aunt's room, mistook Zeng Guizhi for his aunt's wife, and held her for a night. The next day, Zeng Guizhi burst into tears and made a request to his adoptive father.
Yang Sen was a great warlord in Sichuan during the ** period, and his life was full of magic.
In that turbulent era, the small alleys of Luzhou were dusty and gunsmoke filled the air. Yang Sen, riding a war horse, led his troops on patrol. Suddenly, a cry came, and Yang Sen frowned and ordered his followers to find the source.
Soon they found a little girl in ragged clothes in a dilapidated corner, curled up there, crying from hunger and cold. Janssen stepped off his horse and slowly approached her. He crouched down, stroked the girl's head gently, and asked softly, "Child, why are you here?".What about your family?”
Zeng Guizhi raised his teary eyes and looked timidly at the majestic man in front of him. She choked up and said, "I don't have a home, and I don't have relatives. After hearing this, Yang Sen couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his heart.
So, Janssen made a decision. He straightened up and said to Zeng Guizhi, "Child, from now on, you will be my adopted daughter. I will treat you like my own daughter. Zeng Guizhi was stunned after hearing this, and then nodded.
Yang Sen picked Zeng Guizhi on horseback and returned to the barracks with her. Since then, Zeng Guizhi has lived a completely different life from before.
A few years later, Zeng Guizhi was slim and beautiful.
One night, Yang Sen drunkenly walked into the third aunt's room, and in the dim light, he mistook Zeng Guizhi, who was standing in front of the window, for the third aunt. He picked up Zeng Guizhi and pounced on her like a hungry wolf.
Zeng Guizhi was terrified, her eyes full of despair and helplessness. She struggled and shouted, "Godfather, I'm Gui Zhi!."But Janssen was too drunk and hazy to hear her cry at all.
Zeng Guizhi struggled with all his strength, trying to break free from Yang Sen's restraints. Her hands kept pounding Janssen's chest, and her feet kept kicking. However, her power seemed so insignificant under Janssen's suppression.
Gradually, Zeng Guizhi felt that her strength had been exhausted, and she understood that she could not break free from Yang Sen's control. In desperation, she had to give up the struggle and let Yang Sen act recklessly.
The next morning, when the first rays of sunlight shone through the window on Zeng Guizhi's face, she slowly opened her eyes. Janssen beside him was gone, leaving only the silence and cold air of the room. Zeng Guizhi stroked the clothes torn by Yang Sen, and tears slipped silently.
After sobering up, Janssen realized that he had made an irreparable mistake, and he felt deep guilt and self-blame. He walked over to Zeng Guizhi's bedside and gently stroked her hair, his eyes full of tenderness and apology. He whispered, "Kid, I'm sorry I was drunk to do such a thing." From now on, you will be my seventh aunt!If you have any requirements, just ask. ”
She said softly, "I want to go to the book and see outside." Her words were filled with a thirst for knowledge.
Yang Sen was silent for a while. He knew that Zeng Guizhi had a desire and pursuit in his heart that was different from that of the small city of Luzhou. He nodded, "Okay, I'll arrange it as soon as possible." ”