One Eyed Monster

　　　　 Qiliu is the sixth son of the groom in the governor's residence of Rostov. According to his groom's father, he has two brothers and three sisters, but he has never seen one. His groom father always told him when he was drunk that his two elder brothers died tragically on the battlefield. One of his three sisters died helplessly in the extreme winter cold, and two were in the residences of other upper class people. maid.

　　 "I always want to change your destiny." Father Groom is often full of alcohol, his voice is vague, and he laments, like a mouthful of old wine in his mouth, which cannot be swallowed for a long time.

　　 "But destiny is innate, we can't force it." Qi Liu most of the time listened to her father's drunken emotion and couldn't intervene.

　　 Those days were like snow and ice days in the extreme winter. It was bitterly cold, and there was no warmth from the sun. If you walked carelessly, you might break your arm or calf on the hard road.

"I always want to change your destiny. The king's enlistment order is like a beam of light, allowing me to see hope. Driven by my horsewhip, your second and third brothers put on the helmet of the Guardian Army of the Kane Empire, glorious , Pride, and hope are all my feelings at that moment. I think I finally changed the fate of my children. They will gallop on the battlefield and contribute to the empire. They will no longer shovel a stinking horse like their old man. Shit..." Every time the old man drunk, his emotions are always very long, but Qiliu will listen patiently. No matter how many times he has heard these repetitive things, he will still listen to them word by word.

　　 Dad’s emotion has accompanied Qi Liu year after year. From the old man's cry, he knew that because his two brothers had not been trained by systematic fighters, they could only be the advance troops on the battlefield to rush to the forefront. Because of no money, his two brothers wore the leather armor allotted by the Empire, without any alchemy plating or witchcraft protection; his two brothers did not even have their own weapons, and could only choose ordinary ones issued by the Empire Spear. In the cruel guardian war, his two brothers, like most of the victims in the guardian war, rushed to the forefront of the battlefield, dead vigorously and unclearly. His two brothers couldn't even find the bones, and the only thought left to his father was the two bags of gold coins sent by the imperial officer.

　　 There are four bags of dusty gold coins under his father's bed. Even if he can't afford to eat, he never took a seed from it. Qiliu knows that these gold coins are like brothers and sisters in his heart. The two bags of gold coins for the sisters came from the gifts of the upper class, and my father always wanted to marry the two sisters to a good family. He fawns on the housekeeper to seek opportunities, and exhausts his proceeds to let his sisters participate in various beauty pageant gatherings in order to let the upper class see his daughters. But the upper class will never marry the daughter of a groom. They will only feel the freshness and buy it back to be a maid. His father never thought that his daughter would only exchange two bags of gold coins in the end, without changing the destiny of others...

"I always want to change your destiny. But in the end I sent my children into a cage, into hell..." Whenever it comes to this place, the old man always burst into tears, and then he will With those rough palms covered with calluses, he kept wiping the tears accumulated on the old face, and his broad chest also kept rising and falling with grief.

"It's not your fault." When he grew up, Qi Liu always covered his father with a quilt after his father calmed down. His father shoveled horse dung for a lifetime from the stables of the small merchants in the county to the supervisor. The stables of the political mansion have devoted too much to their children. "Some people's fate is innate, we can't force it." The experience of the brothers and sisters is the pain in the heart of the old man, and it is also the deep imprint of Qiliu's heart.

　　 The fate of some people is innate.

Qiliu feels that he will only be a groom in this life. He will shovel horse dung with his father. When he comes to adulthood, he will marry the daughter of the kitchen-burning grandmother as his wife (provided that he has the job of the groom A good mess, good savings), and then he might be able to bribe the housekeeper to inquire about his sister's whereabouts, and he may not be able to see the opportunity to visit him on the way to the fuel shop. He has become a certain upper class. Sisters of the maternal mansion.

　　 This is the future that Qiliu envisioned. For so many years, he has been alive like this. He led horses for the Governor's Mansion, fed the horses, shoveled horse dung, and comforted the sad father. The old sighs every year made him accustomed to listening, and accustomed to accepting it.

　　 Whenever he is laughed at or teased by others, he always hears a voice in his ear comforting him. Some people's fate is innate.

　　 Yes, we can't force it...

　　 Qiliu believes this, even if he goes to Yuanyou Academy.

　　 That academy was founded by Governor Ronald Rostov. The impassioned speech of the Governor still remains in the impression of Qiliu, even though he was only eight years old.

　　 "This will change the fate of everyone!" In the center of the square of the Double Star Hall of the Supervisory Bureau, the governor screamed loudly and powerfully in the face of thousands of people.

　　 The eight-year-old Qiliu had no waves in his heart, because he had another voice in his ears. Some people's fate is natural. These are just deceitful tricks.

　　 But Qi Liu didn't expect that this academy would be open to everyone, and it didn't charge huge fees like other schools in the capital.

　　Because he was the son of the groom, he was also sent in. His father still wanted to change his destiny. The lessons of his brothers and sisters did not bring much change to his stubbornness. Qiliu even wondered if he would wait until the moment when he became the fifth bag of gold coins. Fate is the true meaning of the sentence born.

　　 There was also son Husitas who went to the college with him, who was two years younger than him. Every day in the dark, his father set up the carriage and waited for the son to go to the Far Travel College in the suburbs.

　　Whether it is summer or winter, the morning wind will always blow people cold. Xiao Qiliu sat on his father's lap, shivering with cold, and a little envious of the son in the back compartment, but this envy was only a flash, he knew that the fate of some people was born.

　　Princess Hussetas didn't talk much in the academy, but he couldn't find the opportunity to talk to other people because he would be followed everywhere he went. As long as someone approaches, whether it is an adult or a child, he will always be scared or driven away by the guards around him. As the son of the groom in the governor's residence, Qiliu is one of the few people who can get close to the son, although he is only responsible for delivering food to the son.

　　 The gap brought about by fate is obvious. The young master teaches separately in the academy, while Qiliu and the others are in a large auditorium. The young master can enter every corner of the academy at will. Qiliu and the others are told not to touch here and there are not allowed to go.

　　 This situation made many people scold in secret, but Qiliu was not at all jealous, because he knew that all this was just fate.

　　 Qiliu studied word recognition and counting at the academy. Later, he also learned physical skills, spiritual perception, witchcraft discrimination, alchemy equations... the sense of achievement in learning did not change him much, he still lived like a wood. He saw some people around him discerning the excitement of dancing and dancing after witchcraft, and he saw some people around him looking lonely because they couldn't practice physical skills. It is not that he is not as sentimental as these people, but that it is not worth it. He doesn’t care about his weak aura in front of the spiritual power stone, nor does he care about whether his body is suitable for physical exercises. He firmly believes in his heart that his life is nothing more than a groom, and coming to this academy will only treat him as a future groom. It has become different.

　　 He does the same thing every day without any complaints. Every day the young man’s ally guards shouted at him: "Smelly boy, don’t hurry up, the young man has been hungry for a long time." He always laughed at the scolding, and then ran away; every time the boy finished his meal They would murmur and complain: "Why no one plays with him~www.wuxiahere.com~ In the face of complaints, he will laugh and comfort him and say that there will always be a way; every time a few rich kids stop him and ask him to bring him to the son Believe that he always laughs and then refuses; every time the rich kid gets angry and fists together, he still laughs and leaves calmly...

Qiliu will not complain, because every time there is a voice lingering in his ears, at first it was "Some people are born with their destiny", then "No one can force their destiny", and then "the destiny always There will be a way to get you back on track"...

Fate will always have a way to get you back on track. Prince Hussetas no longer has to complain that no one is looking for him to play. The cordon of the guards collapsed under the temptation of gold coins. The guard is not stingy at all. Those wealthy children won't beat Qiliu because Qiliu doesn't deliver the letter, because they can now talk to the son in an open manner, although the son doesn't pay much attention to them. And Qiliu, he still walks on the road to becoming a groom...

　　 Fate sometimes makes fun of people.

This voice rang in Qiliu's ears in the evening. His father was walking tuk-tuk on the road back to the capital in a carriage with the son and the guard. After not going far, the guard knocked on the carriage behind. Signaled to stop.

　　 "The son wants the kid who delivered the meal to come in and sit down." The guard behind said through the front window.

　　His father pushed him back happily without saying a word, but he didn't feel anything. When he slowly sat down to the opposite side of the son, the heart was still calm as a rippleless water surface.

　　 "I think you are different from them." The son said faintly, that smile was like a drizzle falling in early summer, itching on people's faces, even deep inside...