【Quick Wear】I always go to the wrong plot

The original title is "Dark Flower".

This is an urban supernatural romance novel with a deep and dark tone.

The heroine Tan Wei'er's invisibility ability, which she displayed when she was sixteen, was known to the Enlightenment Society. She was eventually abducted, tortured, and brainwashed into the strongest killer, No. 9.

Her purpose in approaching Lu Changkong in the beginning was to pull him into the Enlightenment Society, because Lu Changkong would awaken the Beyond Grade A Flame Power.

Tan Wei'er pretended to have amnesia to get close to Lu Changkong, but she never expected that they would fall in love with each other over time, and she gradually fell in love with Lu Changkong.

But between them, there is not only Lu Changkong's fiancée Tan Siwei, but also the huge mountain of Enlightenment Society. In addition, the affectionate male supporting role Zhang Chuanliu makes Tan Weiler waver.

The two of them broke up and got back together many times, and were covered in wounds. In the end, they united with the Supernatural Power Bureau to kill the Son of God who had successfully descended to the world.

Bai Su's fate is completely different in the original novel.

He had never met Zhao Xi, so he spent high school peacefully. Without his strong emotional impact, his ability seal was stable and did not awaken prematurely.

Therefore, the supernatural powers sealed by his mother left him unable to fight back against the sudden visit of the Enlightenment Society.

Eventually, the Bai family was massacred, and Bai Su was captured and taken back to the Enlightenment Society, where he received "sacred" teachings and completely became a human weapon of the Enlightenment Society.

In the end, facing such a powerful enemy like Bai Su, the hero and heroine actually had no chance of winning. They even made a will together before the war.

However, he did not expect that Bai Su's hidden self-awakening at the last moment would bring him a decisive understanding of himself in his happy first half of life and the hellish second half of life.

From here, the story reaches its end.

【He finally took control of his own destiny. 】

Zhao Xi stared blankly at Bai Su's last words, tears streaming down her face.

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In the 36th year of the Republic of China, spring arrived.

The early morning sun is golden, the lake is shimmering, and the boats and lofts densely packed on the water are all bathed in this warmth.

Pingsheng City is the richest small town in the south, with the most developed porcelain industry and its products are widely exported overseas.

Almost every household has some ceramic skills, and there are three and a half circles of porcelain kilns around the entire Pingsheng City.

But when it comes to the leader, it still has to be the Jiang family.

Jiang family porcelain is famous for its cleanliness, transparency, elegance and thinness. The craftsmanship has been passed down for hundreds of years. When the emperor was still alive, it was called imperial porcelain!

The Jiang family also monopolized 80% of Pingsheng City's porcelain export trade, simply because they had been related by marriage to the shipping tycoon Ji family for generations, the two families formed an indestructible bond.

Today is April 16th, a big day in Pingsheng City.

Because today, the Jiang family is recruiting people.

This is almost the day that the people of the whole city are looking forward to the most. If they can enter the Jiang family and become a porcelain maker, then their lifelong career will be almost guaranteed!

Not to mention the generous wages, the skills will not let anyone starve to death.

Many people came from far away just to learn the craft from the Jiang family. Therefore, Pingsheng City was particularly lively in the past few days.

"There are too many people here." A man in gorgeous clothes stood on tiptoe and looked at the sea of ​​people in front of him with dissatisfaction.

"Master, please don't be impatient and wait and see. I heard that Jiang Shuliu, the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, will show up in person soon." A man in a long gown said respectfully.

The young master in fancy clothes had an unpleasant expression on his face: "She is just a woman, but the Jiang family actually let her run such a big business! Aren't they afraid of something going wrong?"

"The porcelain business has doubled in her hands, that's her ability." The man spoke directly. They were colleagues in the Jiang family, and the purpose of this trip was to meet the current head of the Jiang family, Jiang Shuliu, to expand their own sales, so he didn't want the young master to offend anyone.

The young master in fancy clothes looked a little embarrassed: "I know..."

He watched with barely any patience, but he didn't expect a figure to suddenly jump out from behind him, knocking him off balance.

The young master in fancy clothes got angry: "How do you see the road?!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The voice seemed to be that of a little girl.

The young master in fancy clothes could see clearly that it was a young girl in front of him. She was wearing a blue and pink lilac jacket and a long skirt as green as willows. Her black hair was combed into two small buns, and her innocent little face was like a gardenia, about to bloom.

His voice suddenly softened. It seemed that this little girl was someone's maid. She looked so hurried because she must be looking for her mistress.

But this beauty is really good. He smiled and said, "Whose family are you from?"

Zhao Xi really didn't expect to bump into someone, but she was really anxious now, so she just said a few perfunctory words and left.

The man in the robe saw through it: "She is from the Jiang family."

"Xichun! Where on earth have you been?!"

When Zhao Xi rushed to the venue, Nanny Yang's sharp voice gave her a headache.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I overslept." Zhao Xi said evasively.

"Haha, you are really careless, Xichun." Banxia, ​​a little girl like Zhao Xi, passed by with a teacup in her hand and sneered: "You can forget the important matter of recruiting people in the mansion. Why are you still a maid? Just be a lady!"

Zhao Xi raised his head, and his bright eyes were like a magnifying glass from the West, revealing Banxia's guilty conscience.

Banxia was a little scared for a moment. Xichun had just entered the Jiang family a month ago. Where there are people, there is the world. The Jiang Mansion is very big, but the maids and servants can only occupy a small part of it. There is no shortage of intrigue and vying for the favor of the master.

Xichun's identity is even more special.

She was from a declining scholarly family. Her ancestral fortune was squandered by her incompetent father. Her mother died of illness, so she sold herself to bury her mother and entered the Jiang Mansion, signing a ten-year contract.

Most maids signed death contracts, because in this world, it is difficult for them to survive if they are abandoned by their loved ones.

No one likes to serve others, and there are many maids who climb up the social ladder and become concubines. Banxia has this idea in mind.

She was the prettiest among the maids, so some housekeepers and maids were willing to give her preferential treatment. What if she was favored by the young master? Then she would become the master.

But suddenly Xichun came.

She was young and beautiful, educated, literate, and from a wealthy family. Her miserable experience added a touch of desolate beauty to her.

Some hosts would ask her a few questions when they saw her, so as to leave an impression on their masters.

How could this not make the girls jealous.

Therefore, when facing the Jiang Mansion's recruitment event, they deliberately walked quietly and no one called Xichun.

I thought she would fall asleep immediately, but it was only an incense stick's time that made her escape.

Nanny Yang glanced at Banxia. She was old and shrewd, so how could she not see what these girls were thinking? She just didn't want to care.

“Do you have to be so long-winded just to serve tea? If you make the masters wait impatiently, you’d better watch out for yourself!” Nanny Yang foamed at the mouth.

Banxia didn't dare to retort and left quickly.

Mammy Yang looked at Xichun with her eyelids drooping. She lowered her eyebrows and said in a submissive manner, "I won't do that next time, Mammy."

"That's enough. You still want to do it again next time." Nanny Yang said impatiently, "Hurry up and go to Manager Li. They need someone there."

Zhao Xi nodded in agreement.

Walking through the long wooden corridor, Jiang Mansion is a common Suzhou garden style, with pavilions, terraces and small springs, and a new scene at every step.

The guests have arrived and are chatting in groups of three or five.

This is a fictitious republic. Its historical development process was tortuous but ultimately victorious. After the imperial power was overthrown, the Republic was successfully established, and the person now in office is the first president.

This was also an era where feudalism and modern trends were mixed together. All over the street, you could see people wearing Ma褂 (Chinese jackets and cheongsams), as well as people wearing Western suits and dresses sitting on rickshaws.

The new ideas were just beginning to grow and prosper, but the old school still had some stubborn holdouts.

And all changes will be left to the wheel of the times.

"Just in time, the last one is complete."

As soon as Zhao Xi arrived at the lobby, someone stuffed a mahogany tray into his hand, and a slender porcelain vase with a beauty's neck fell on it.

Manager Li was a skinny old man wearing small round reading glasses. He spoke elegantly, "Walk steadily. If one of them breaks, it won't be worth your life. These are what the young lady wants. Send them over."