Xiang Yu held Xiang Polun in his arms and said gently, "It's about letting your little brother, who has just turned one year old, pick up any item. You can tell what kind of future he will have based on what he picks up." He then smiled and added, "I heard that when I was a child, I picked up a small wooden gun during my first birthday celebration."
Hu Hai and Cao Xiaoxiang clapped and cheered, "This is fun! Let's let our little brother do his first birthday celebration!"
Baozi and I looked at each other and nodded. My son is exceptionally intelligent, and we're also curious to see what kind of destiny he'll ultimately have. At least having a specific talent to cultivate would be great.
Guan Yu placed his Green Dragon Crescent Blade on the ground and said, "I shouldn't have chosen this blade; I would surely have become the top scholar in the future."
Zhuge Liang placed the feather fan on the ground and said confidently, "If this is the one chosen, then this child must be interested in strategy."
Wang Xizhi offered his own calligraphy brush, saying, "May he become a great calligrapher of his generation."
Li Bai, drunk, placed a wine cup on the ground and proclaimed loudly: "Since ancient times, sages and worthies have all been lonely; only drinkers have left their names behind."
Hua Tuo put down his small hand pillow and said, "To heal the sick and relieve people's distress is the ambition of people like us."
Yu Boya moved his zither over and said, "Music is the true art."
...In less than five minutes, the ground was covered with a huge pile of all sorts of trinkets with profound meanings—just like the ring toss games in a park. Everyone shouted, "That's enough, that's enough, let's let the one who shouldn't choose."
I carried him more than two meters away, making him face those things, and earnestly instructed him, "Son, the road ahead is full of hardships and temptations, you must choose carefully!" Then I put him on the ground and let him crawl towards the pile of things on his own.
Everyone held their breath, silently watching Bu Gai. Bu Gai scrambled past, taking three steps at a time, not even glancing at the gold as he passed. Someone immediately praised, "Treats money like dirt, good boy!"
The little guy continued crawling forward, and saw a beaded flower that a woman was wearing next to him. He glanced at it disdainfully and didn't linger at all. Someone praised him, "Hmm, not obsessed with women, good job."
But at this moment, everyone was filled with a big question mark. Unmoved by money or beauty, what did this child really want? We all stared intently at Bu Gai, watching him look around, seemingly dissatisfied with nothing. Suddenly, the little guy stopped and sat up, his little hands reaching out to grab something, giggling.
A commotion erupted, and the crowd surged forward like a tidal wave. I squeezed through the crowd to look into his hand, where he was clutching something tightly, refusing to let go. Upon closer inspection, I saw that the object was square, with sharp edges, a dazzling red that chilled the eye and sent shivers down one's spine. Seeing this thing, I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings and couldn't help but jump up and curse:
"Who the hell put that brick?!"
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