i am not bisexual

The written feelings seem to be like cultural relics that have just been unearthed and rediscovered, and the color of its surface is instantly oxidized and dimmed. 15 years is nothing, 50 years is just a flick of a finger, flowers wither in a few days, and a face wither in ten years. Thousands of years ago, the ancestors' bones, love and hatred were all wiped out.

There is no good beginning and no good end.

At the end of the Spring and Autumn Period, in a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, the State of Wu finally lost to the State of Yue.Zikai is an orphan. His ancestors were noblemen from Xiao Kingdom in the north who escaped the chaos. His father died early and his family fell into ruin. During the war and siege, his mother remarried and fled, leaving him alone with a dilapidated house in the old capital city.Zikai was born in troubled times, indifferent by nature and without great ambitions, he likes Li Er's way, he usually carries bricks and rammed earth to build walls for others to make a living (everything is waiting to be done, and he is not afraid of unemployment), and in his spare time, he looks through the only bamboo slips and books left at home, Or take a walk in the suburbs of the city, and let go of the worldly joys and worries of starting a family and starting a business.

On this day, he was recruited by the foreman to repair the garden in a new family in the city, a rich merchant's house from the Yue Kingdom.There are all kinds of people among the craftsmen, skilled craftsmen among the survivors of the former Wu, apprentices from Yue people, refugees from various countries, street gangsters...Zi Kai and Zheng Guolai's Zheng You and Zheng Hu brothers are considered acquainted.

"This courtyard is really magnificent. The owner of this house has collected so many exotic flowers and trees, there is enough space for them to grow." Zheng You sighed while wiping away his sweat while holding the shovel for digging.

Zheng Hu listened to the craftsmen's explanation of other people's work of building stone fences, silently observing the number of varieties of flowers and trees and the layout of the garden.

"Don't be lazy, you have to loosen the whole piece of soil today." Zikai stopped the shovel and listened to the foreman gesturing to Zheng You.

At this time, a girl in a light red shirt jumped into the garden, before she reached the hairpin; behind her was a boy in a light purple dress, who seemed to be two or three years older than the girl, both of them were dressed in shiny silk.

"Go slowly, be careful not to step on branches and rocks." He stepped forward and called the girl.

"It's a child from this family, so cute and decent." Zheng You looked up at the two of them from a distance.

Zikai lowered his head and dug the soil and said, "Don't meddle in other people's business. It's also best not to bother with the Yue people."

Zheng You asked: "I know that you Wu people resent the Yue people. But I'm an outsider, so what does it matter?"

Zikai explained: "I don't hate the Yue people. The king of Wu is self-willed. Besides, the fate of the country is up and down. It is the way of heaven. It's just that the more people are rude and rude, it will inevitably cause trouble."

"Our country of Zheng doesn't stick to etiquette. It's okay for me to be more human. I'm not like you scholars, and I don't know much about these things." Zheng You scratched his hair.

"Zheng Guona knew the etiquette and then collapsed, which is different from Yue's ignorance. Forget about these things, I don't know what feeding is today."

"I don't know. At least fill your stomach."

The author has something to say:

Bereavement of a father is an orphan. Losing a mother is a mourning son. Thirty and standing. After 30 years old, you are not called an orphan