Wang Yan Zi spoke four sentences: “Early years must be rich, middle years selling myself, siblings and friends killed, officials killing brothers not by people.”
The dream master remained silent. The village head felt this call was cold, making Wang Yan Zi circle around, saying: “So-called creation cannot be perfectly beautiful, five lines and water, without harmony, only long-distance fate, ordinary people’s clothing, once power meets, ten thousand people’s respect, unavoidably facing punishment, ultimately ending.The village head started laughing here, saying to Wang Yanzi: “You let Wang Yanzi count as a debt to Liu Bang. I see Liu Bang will definitely have five lines and luck. Su Mei will surely have ten thousand people. As for Lao Zhou, Lao Zhou is already respected by ten thousand people.”
The village head said: “This is not good. Calculating life and destiny, you will be held accountable for doing this to him.”
Ge Jia no longer cared, asking how much money? The village head said five thousand yuan would be enough. This summer, hearing this, he gave one hundred. Wang Yanzi held it in his hand and kept touching it. The village head reminded him: “It’s one hundred yuan!”
Wang Yanzi was still touching. He said in his mouth: “I have no money to find him. Do you have five thousand?”
Ge Jia said don’t look for it, give it all to you. Wang Yanzi said, I don’t want your one hundred, I want one hundred from you, and your misfortune will replace your back.
The village head had five thousand, which he handed to Wang Yanzi.
Wang Yanzi returned one hundred yuan to Ge Jia, saying: “You are fortunate. If it were truly a disaster, I would not accept it. Sometimes I even return money. You don’t believe it, go back and think carefully! Your heart is too high, and the fortune you get won’t come back. If you don’t have heaven’s help and someone to assist you, the misfortunes from your childhood would be enough to kill you, and they would not turn to you to harm others. However, helping you means you’ve caught a break, and you’ll be spared death. I’m telling you, don’t have children, find a place with no people, cultivate land, and pass this life. Otherwise, the people around you will harm you, leaving you alone. Are you willing to think about it? You’ll do anything.”
Wang Yanzi’s words seemed both true and false. This summer went out and told the village head to eat, saying the money couldn’t be borrowed, and he had no coins.
The village head found some rice paper, this summer used a small pot of rice paper, unable to think of Liu Bang. Hearing Wang Yanzi’s words again, he felt extremely uncomfortable. He had no dishes.
The village head ate while comforting him: “You’re not feeling well now, with fever passing through. Little Qian’s wife opened a meal, you eat some mushrooms to nourish, very good.”
“They will also say I’m harming him.”
“Don’t look at it that way. They are all people. Breaking down superstition and releasing thoughts, you see your thoughts are trapped by superstition, you don’t release them.”
“I want to break down superstition. He still wants to strictly follow science! The original words seem to be: everything goes through experiment. Su and Yan are my little white mice. Qian is almost the same, next time it will be difficult.”
“Those are accidents. Little Su is sick, not even two months here, coughing blood. This body, placed in a remote and harsh place, with nothing good to eat or drink, working with fever, ultimately it was inevitable. Liu Bang, the public has determined it’s a traffic accident. It has nothing to do with you.”
“It’s clearly murder! Originally meant to kill me, but he died instead.”
“Who wants to kill you?” The village head didn’t understand.
Ge Jia hesitated: “It’s nothing, it’s already been settled.”
“Then it’s fair. Don’t carry everything yourself. I think you’re a good person. Aren’t there more good people in the world? You admit it?”
Ge Jia admitted.
“Bad people have no good end. You admit it?”
Ge Jia shook his head, thinking deeply and then unable to help but nod.
“Then you still care? Set your heart well to pass the days. Little Qian’s wife will rely on you to take care of her, and there’s Little Ah’s wife, Ah Angle’s wife, Su Xiao.”
“Actually, they can take care of themselves. Women depend on men, just giving men face, they live quite well themselves. You don’t know, the most masculine person is not a man but a woman.”
“What nonsense! Are women more male than men?”
Ge Jia deeply nodded slightly.
The village head laughed so hard that rice grains flew out of his mouth. He was not happy to use rough paper to wipe his mouth. He said: “Little Qian’s wife has no little Su to suffer, you don’t see it. She depends on him.”
“That’s because she loves him. I’m not saying that meaning.
As a professional translator,
Talking to himself, he was about to pay the bill at the restaurant. The two of them left the restaurant, and Hui Zhiming went back to the village, with the village head sending him off: “Are you taking the car?”
This summer, he was originally that car that was stolen.
When Hui Zhiming returned, after passing through that piece of wasteland, time had passed for a long time, and the road base looked indistinguishable. Just like that night when he was pushed down while riding a bicycle, he had stood up again, forming a long green grass belt, as if lying on the white road’s flower edges.
The mountain color was as before, and the road was also the same.
The barefoot teacher once pointed to the sky and ground, saying to Li Fan: “Clouds are in the blue sky, water is in the jar.”
When the car passed through the market area, Hui Zhiming bought two bottles of liquor, several dishes, and then drove to the small mountain village.
Following the old custom, he opened three small cups, and this noon meal he wanted to share with two brothers.
He repeated the words of Wang Zhenzi, and Su Su and Zhao Bei were both laughing, they didn’t believe it. This summer said: “Why don’t you believe me? I think it’s reasonable.”
This time he felt sleepy, and before finishing the two bottles, he fell asleep.
The wind came lightly from the bottom, like Wang Zhenzi’s thin fingers, and also like a warm hand covering an old man’s head, saying: “Child? Child?” Lying in a trance, Hui Zhiming was also in a trance.
The moon was in the sky. The moon was so large, like Su Xiaoruo’s brush, golden and round.
According to legend, there are beautiful people, named Fei’er. The blue sky, the night overlooking human world, emotions intertwined.
Hui Zhiming’s vague thoughts, Fei’er might not be thinking of an old man, but more likely thinking about work. Her rough job and edge defense were not much different. A female worker standing on the wall was supporting the factory, she had no other gray income, the only good thing was being able to go out in the wind, so Fei’er was reliable. Fei’er’s transfer application was not approved by the factory director. She wanted to jump, the departments were wary of the old factory director and did not dare to accept. Fei’er had worked night shifts for several years, could not travel, and no one opened the dragon gate. Changing to another female worker, she would have lost her composure long ago.
The gods would not age, why would the factory director have children? They would probably age slowly. Since the gods would also age, would those children die?
Recalling the last old man he saw, his face full of vicissitudes, so bitter yet still alive, in the last moment he saw through and let go. Many news reports wrote: Killing people while escaping would make the heart jump, seeing police from far away would make one want to flee, Hui Zhiming hadn’t reached that point, he just couldn’t sleep well. Always dreaming of killing people, killing every night, extremely anxious.
