Huo Du's Notes

My name is Li Tianyou, my physical age is seven, and my mental age is plus twenty.

It has been seven years since I came to this ghost place for no reason, and it is still difficult to get used to such severe cold.

Damn, let me freeze to death!I cursed secretly in my heart.

He tightened his thick fur coat and drank another bowl of hot kumiss, finally feeling warmer.

While the slave girl was preparing breakfast for me, I recalled this unexpected trip again.

First of all, I recalled some major events that I have learned in the past seven years that may be related to my future destiny, and I analyzed the pros and cons of them by the way.

Of course, the biggest incident was that I was unconscious under general anesthesia in the operating room at the last moment, preparing to undergo the heart surgery with a success rate of less than 50.00%.

The next moment, I appeared here, and I changed from a 27-year-old sickly youth (or middle) to a baby, but this is not the point.

The point is that I was wrapped in a steaming wool felt, and a tall woman was pressing my head to her chest.

Looking at the white ball in front of me, I felt for the first time in my life what a crash is.

Basically, it was similar to the general anesthesia during the operation, and completely lost the memory of that period of time.

After a quarter of an hour, I understood that she was going to breastfeed me!

But it was too late to say anything when I realized it, because when I crashed, she had already succeeded...

Sigh, forget it, I will tell you about these sad things, and I will cry when I say them...

And the reason why I say this event is significant is because it marks the beginning of my new life.

Although I don't know why this weird situation occurs, but I have never believed in ghosts and gods, I can only attribute it to - reincarnation or reincarnation?

But fortunately, I did not leave any regrets in my previous life.

Although I was born as a sick patient, I lived a fulfilling life, and I said everything I wanted to say to my father, mother, and elder sister before the operation.

But since I'm here, it's obviously a failure of the operation.

I hope they don't feel too sad for me, otherwise I am really sorry for their meticulous care of me for so many years.

Fortunately, last time my sister asked me to help her draw a portrait, I didn't slack off and finished it quickly, otherwise it would be a pity to delay until now.

Forget it, let's not talk about the past, it will only add to the sadness, let's continue talking about the present.

At the beginning, I was not used to being carried around every day as a baby, but as a patient with severe congenital heart disease, my biggest advantage is to be at ease with the situation, and to maintain a calm mind anytime and anywhere.

Another point is that I am a person who is born with a good mentality.

So when I think about it carefully, I feel that my situation is not bad.

Although the mother died of dystocia during childbirth, the father seemed to be rich and powerful.

It's just that this place is not very developed as a whole, and life can't be called a luxury, but there is no shortage of food and clothing, and there has never been a shortage of people who take care of me.

I am very sorry for the woman who passed away, but after all, I have never gotten along with each other, so I can't talk about any feelings, it's just a kind of moral sadness.

This father seems to be always busy, and I basically didn't see it much before I was three years old.

I found out later that my mother was just one of his maids.

However, after my father knew about my existence, he treated me really well. At the age of three, he specially invited a master to teach me riding and shooting (this is not good, it is inhumane!), and half a year later, he also invited someone to teach me Nanren, that is, Chinese knowledge.

When I first learned to ride and shoot, I was very excited. This kind of pleasure/feeling of riding against the wind made my heart beat.

I soon learned that pleasure/sensation comes at a price.

Looking at the red and swollen thighs and the person who trembled like autumn leaves in the wind after two steps, I suddenly realized that the proportion of bow-legged men, women and children around me is quite high...

Although there are men who are called Tintin beauties by my elder sister, even with bow legs, they are still attractive, but no!This, I have to take precautions.

Soon, relying on my ingenuity (how about being humble, what if someone sees me?) I came up with a simple and practical method - standing in a military posture!

Since then, in addition to practicing riding and archery, understanding Mongolian customs, and learning Han culture, I have added another class to myself, practicing military posture for at least half an hour every night.

This can be regarded as making up for a regret in the previous life.

At that time, I was not in good health, so I couldn’t participate in the military training in high school and university, and my old sister would come to me every day to complain about how tired I was, but she would always tell me the content of the military training in a nutshell. He will demonstrate to me one by one the military boxing and so on.

I know she is afraid that I will feel sad, but in fact, she really thinks too much.

As an excellent student in military training in high school and university, standing in a military posture is the strength of the old lady. Of course, she also demonstrated it to me. I used to think it was boring, but now it comes in handy.

After two or three years of military posture, I stood up, not to mention other aspects, but in terms of personal appearance, I am definitely much better than other children!

Well, in fact, I am also very distressed recently. I wonder if it is because of my young body that my thoughts are becoming more and more childish.

But the matter of mental outlook is not something I boast about, but it is obvious to all.

My father gradually regarded me as a man who could be made, and planned to take me to celebrate his father's birthday. Of course, his father is my grandfather.

On the day we went, we met a group of people on the road, and my father took me there to say hello warmly.

Only after I heard it did I realize that the leader of this team was a good friend of my grandfather, and he also used to congratulate him on his birthday.

"Uncle Temujin, this is my son, his name is..." the father stepped forward and introduced.

I don't know what he said later, because a name is echoing in my mind - Temujin!Temujin?Temujin, Temujin... (please sing cheerfully to understand my mood)

That was the second crash in my life.

Along the way, I was imagining that under the leadership of Genghis Khan, the golden horse and iron horse, the horizontal sword and the horse, the crouching dragon and the leaping horse... In short, various scenes of the battlefield repeatedly intertwined in my mind.

It has to be said that as a man, he still has a natural hero complex and yearning for galloping on the battlefield.

Besides, I was unable to participate in strenuous exercise due to physical limitations in my previous life. Naturally, reading has become my biggest hobby.

In addition to medical books, there are two types of leisure books that are my favorite, one is martial arts novels, and the other is books about military warfare.

The opportunity to make great achievements is in front of you. The largest empire in human history was formed in the hands of this man and his descendants, and I am very likely to be a part of this history!

Fortunately, my heart is strong enough in this life, and I would probably pass out on the spot if I missed it a little bit.

The journey along the way passed in my wild imagination, and soon I arrived at my father's camp.

Speaking of this grandpa, I should have seen it once when I was three years old.

But after all, I am not an important person, he just was reported and knew that there was me. At that time, I remember that he had a few words with his father, and then someone took me away.

At that time, my Mongolian was not very good, and I didn't understand what they said, so he was basically a complete stranger to me.

But it is clear that the future Genghis Khan is quite familiar with him.

"Hahaha, Temujin replied, I'm looking forward to you coming! This time I must have another drink with you! If you don't get drunk, you won't return!"

Before anyone sees, the sound comes first.

A tall and thin man with a few thin yellow beards on his upper lip and piercing eyes, a very shrewd and powerful middle-aged man ran out to meet Uncle Temujin.

Undoubtedly, this is my grandfather, but what did he say?

"Answer?"

I secretly complained: Genghis Khan’s answer is not easy to do. As far as I know, his best answer is the one that died in his hands. Although that person betrayed his righteousness first, the solution is still embarrassing...

Hey, by the way, what's that man's name?Why can't it come out just on the edge of the mouth?

"Zamu He'an replied, may the Longevity God bless you, be in good health, and be an eagle soaring on our grassland forever!"

By the way, that person's name is Zha-Mu... He!!!!

What the hell!

Uncle, you are Jamuhe?Aren't you my grandfather, my father and his father?You, you, why don't you change your name!It's an unlucky name...

My grandfather is Jamuka! ! !

I'm going, how can I have a baby?There must be a shady scene in the palace of the king of hell!

The Jamuka who failed to grab the country with Genghis Khan and was given the bloodless death?I am his grandson, my own! ?

……

what to do?Ten thousand grass and mud horses roared past my mind.

Help grandpa defeat Temujin?Dreaming, do you have the ability?Besides, why did Mr. Jamuhe listen to you!How old are you this year?

Go to Genghis Khan?Not to mention, people on the prairie value friendship the most. If I abandon my family and tribe and join others, I will definitely not be allowed in the prairie.

I can imagine what it would be like with my toenails, it must be despised wherever I go, and anyone who sees it will say "You traitor!"

Once again, I'm glad I didn't have a heart attack in this life, and I trained my mentality well enough in my previous life, otherwise it wouldn't be a problem of passing out, and I probably would have died straight away.

……

In the end, my out-of-the-ordinary optimism saved me once again.

I couldn't help saying to myself: Thinking about the best, in fact, except for those who died in battle, it was only Jamuka who was killed by Temujin, and his descendants were not implicated.

As long as I behave carefully in the future, hide when things happen, and slip away from danger, there shouldn't be any problems.

However, if you want to make contributions, don't even think about gold and iron horses.

If it doesn't work, I'll run away as soon as I grow up and hide somewhere.

I have to say that many years of suffering from illnesses have made my psychological quality much better than ordinary people, so I accepted such an ostrich-like plan with peace of mind.

At that time, I thought that being the grandson of Jamuka must be the most exciting and saddest thing in my life, but the facts have proved that I - the picture is broken, how can the god of fate be guessed so easily by me?

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