That day I seemed to see Hao Fei appear again.
In the evening, Han Xue went home and I went to Hao Fei's house. Her father seemed to be still the same. I would go over to see him from time to time and buy some daily necessities.
He didn't mention anything about Hao Fei to me, but instead talked about some ancient wars. It seemed that he liked history. I also liked this old man very much.
When I got home and opened the door, I smelled the scent of grass. I thought it would be gone after I got home, but it was still there. It was really strange. Where did this scent of grass come from
I started looking, but still couldn't find it.
I don't know where the smell comes from, it makes me wonder.
I felt uneasy. Only Hao Fei and I would make juice from this kind of grass and take it home. No one else would have this kind of grass smell. It was definitely the smell of pure grass, not the smell of perfume.
Although I feel uneasy, I am not dazed. This feeling comes from the quietness no matter how uneasy I am.
I fell asleep, on the sofa, and the smell of this grass always brings me back to the sunshine in the grass, lying in the grass, looking at the blue sky.
I had a dream. It was after I lay in the grass with Yi Qiuju.
When I saw her again, she cried.
She told me she was pregnant, and I was stunned. At that time, I didn't understand anything. Although I was a small-time gangster, I was still scared deep down. What should I do? I didn't know what to do.
I was scared. At that time, I just knew to run. If something happened, I would run. This was also the only way to deal with the situation. Yi Qiuju was standing there crying, and I woke up suddenly.
I can still hear the crying and the smell of grass, it's so evil it drives me crazy.
I poured cold water over my head and could still hear the crying in the middle of the night.
The crying sound was really strange. It actually came from the bathroom. I walked over slowly and put my ear against the door, and it was true.
The sound was coming from the bathroom. Master Yunzheng said that ghosts like to be in the bathroom. I haven't seen any ghosts at home during this period. They probably know that I can see them, and ghosts don't like anyone seeing them.
I opened the door and the sound stopped immediately. When I was asked to go in, the crying sound came again, but I was not sure where it came from.
I remembered that when I was washing my face at night, I made faces in front of the mirror. This is a way to attract ghosts. I'm not afraid, but this time I peed myself. It was a big deal. I had a lot of fun.
I went in and looked at the mirror, and sure enough, there was a person crying in the mirror. Damn it, you are playing tricks on me.
That person had her back facing me and had long hair. I looked closer and I was like, damn it, it was Yi Qiuju's back. She was sitting in blood, a lot of blood was flowing. I started sweating and ran out of the bathroom and rushed out of the house.
What on earth happened? What happened to this dream in the middle of the night
I work in a crematorium and I know these things. If one doesn't know these things, the person's mental state will be ruined. He will become mentally ill and think he is mentally ill and needs to see a doctor. But if this is not the case, the person will be completely ruined.
I know this is really happening.
Yi Qiuju sat in front of the mirror and cried, her body was covered in blood. In a dream from the wrong world, she told me that she was pregnant. This…
I couldn't go look for her in the middle of the night, so I wandered around on the street until dawn, and then went to the crematorium.
In the office, I lit a cigarette, and Han Xue hurried in again, holding food in her hand and stuffing it into her mouth.
"Hello, Master."
Han Xue was busy, so I sat aside waiting and smoking.
We entered the refining room, Han Xue went to push the corpses, I lit the furnace and started two furnaces. There were fewer deaths today.
It was all done at eleven o'clock, and I went into Yi Qiuju's office just as she was about to leave.
"Master Yi, I want to invite you to dinner and talk about something casually."
Yi Qiuju blushed and nodded, just like she was in that wrong world.
We went into a small state-owned restaurant.
Order food and drink.
"Master Yi, in the dream of the wrong world..."
"That's what you owe me. You have to continue dreaming. It's okay. Once you're done, it's over."
"But… "
"That's something you need to pay back."
I don’t want to say anything more. Maybe everything that happened has something to do with this wrong world.
When I got home that day, the smell of grass was still there, and the crying sounds were still there. I didn't move, I just smoked and read. When I couldn't continue reading, I drank, and when I drank too much, I fell asleep.
This is another dream from the wrong world. I want to finish it as soon as possible.
When I saw Yi Qiuju again, she held my hand and cried, saying that she had eaten broken glass. At that time, I don't know who said that eating this thing can cause abortion, and I was shocked at that time.
Yi Qiuju held her stomach and cried out. I carried her to the hospital that day. The blood was flowing all the time, and I could feel it like a stream.
However, it was too late, as my leg was broken by Yi Qiuju's father that day.
I woke up in shock. The crying stopped. I went into the bathroom and saw that Yi Qiuju was gone in the mirror. I breathed a sigh of relief, but the smell of grass was still there. It was there, anyway, I liked it very much.
The next day was Wednesday, and I went to Xinkong to learn Yin studies. The day of death he mentioned, one day on the 15th, seemed to be today.
"Today is the last day. I will teach you until dawn. You must study hard. I will pass away before dawn. I have one more thing to tell you. After I pass away, you must use the things in this box to get rid of me. Then you will understand everything."
I shivered.
"Are you kidding me? You died just fine?"
"This is a calamity, and also an unlucky number. When you die, no one can change it. Don't struggle. The few years of life gained by struggling will only be a life of pain. It is useless."
I didn’t understand what Xinkong said. He had been teaching me that day. Those things were things I didn’t know, but I could completely understand them.
At dawn, Xinkong stopped talking. I was startled. He closed his eyes. I didn't expect that he would really die, just like that.
I felt his breath and he was really dead.
I wanted to tell He Dana, or someone else, but Xin Kong told me not to tell anyone and to carry him to a place, into this hole, and then use the things in the box to fix him and seal the hole.
I carried it to the cave, which seemed to have been prepared long ago. Then I came back to get the box, opened it, and saw some mud wrapped in plastic. I piled it on myself little by little, and it was not until dark that I finished.
It was not until later that I realized that it was the real body of Buddha. How it rotted and what was used in the mud, I had no idea.
That day I returned home with three books written by Xinkong. Each book had more than 200 pages. The words on the books were all in regular script, as if they were printed. It seemed that Xinkong had devoted all his life's work to these books. This was something I had not expected.
Just two days after this incident, I broke my leg.
Yi Qiuju came to see me and said that this was the debt, because I was reincarnated into this life, otherwise you would be dead, because one fruit means two lives.
"I'm so sorry."
"This has nothing to do with you. Every time you reincarnate, you are a different person, or you play a different role. You will never play the same role."
I think, if Master Yi hadn’t reincarnated into this life and helped me, I would have really died. I just broke my leg.
He Dana came to see me, and when he saw me he actually laughed out loud.
I was so angry that I was shaking, this idiot.
I didn't say a word about the empty heart, and I won't mention it.
After He Da took it away, Han Xue came, carrying vegetables and a lot of other things, and stewed a chicken for me.
"You don't have to be so busy. I'm just your master. I just came to take a look."
"What will you do alone?"
"My father will be here with my son in a moment."
"Men can't cook at all."
My father came back and was stunned when he saw Han Xue.
"My apprentice, the new one, is called Han Xue, Xiao Zhe, call her Sister Han."
"Mother."
Oh my god, this bastard called me mom.
"That's not your mother."
"I think so."
Han Xue's face turned red.
"Don't yell."
Hanxue left after dinner that day and told me that she would come to cook for me after get off work every day. I refused, but she insisted on coming.
My father didn't say anything that day. No matter what, it was impossible for a girl to marry a man with a child and a man who was a bit messy.
I read those diaries at home. Hao Fei's diary was locked and I never opened it because I was afraid I would be disappointed after opening it.
My father asked me why it smelled like grass.
"I did it, it's okay."
I don't want my father to know too much.
While I was recovering from my injuries, I had been reading Xin Kong's three books. It took me more than three months to finish reading them all. By then it was autumn, and I had learned a lot, including a systematic understanding of Yin studies.
So what is the Yin Science that He Dana knows? Xinkong said that if there is a chance in the future to see what He Dana knows and combine it with his own, it will be perfect.
After my leg healed, I went to work and Yunbai never came back, and my father never went back to the old house because Xiaozhe didn't want to leave. That was fine, but Xiaozhe just wouldn't let me hold him, and that always made me uncomfortable.
He still always called Hanxue "Mom", and he called her that over and over again without saying anything else, just like they were a family.
That day, Han Xue and I finished our work, she said.
"There is something I have never told you, and I have to tell you now."
I didn't know what was going on, so I just looked at the cold snow.
"My father told me before he died, if someone gives you lilies one day, that person will be the one who enters the three rooms. Remember, that person will be the one you will rely on for the rest of your life."
"Master Han is a fortune teller?"
I mean this somewhat sarcastically.
"That's Yin studies, what do you know?"
Han Xue was a little angry. She was annoyed by my disrespect to Master Han. If it was something else, this carefree girl would not be so anxious.
"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."
"What do you mean?"
I won't finish my words, I've offended this girl.
Han Xue slammed the door and left. I have never seen anyone with such a bad temper. I didn't expect that he would have such a bad temper. It's really beyond my imagination.
Thinking about what Han Xue said just now, about the person who gives lilies being the one you rely on for life, when I entered the three rooms, I was startled. The necklace pendant was a lily. I jumped up immediately. Oh my god, what did this omen mean
I'm a bit of a mess.
I hope I won’t have any relationship problems that go wrong again.
Master Yun Zheng once said that emotional matters are ultimately filled with resentment, so it’s better not to mention them. I think that’s true too.
Maybe it was just a coincidence. Besides, I didn't give her the necklace. She asked for it. It had nothing to do with me.
I thought so, but I was not sure about it.
I went to He Dana's place, and he sent someone to bring me a letter, asking me to come over.
When I went over, He Dana was drinking.
"I got some game, come and have a drink."
I drink, I don't talk, something's messing me up.
"What do you think about all day?"
"I'm just imagining. What else can I think about?"
"Miss Yunbai?"
I really want to strangle He Dana to death. This is the most annoying thing about this person. He says whatever you are afraid of and does whatever you are annoyed about. People like him are a nuisance to others.
I ignored him.
"Well, today I want to go to a place. Someone asked me to do this. Of course, I'm taking you with me because I want you to learn from me."
"Let me be your leg? Why do you always have something to do on the 13th? If you can't borrow your legs on this damn day, just talk about it tomorrow."
"Some things cannot wait, just like death, which will come on the day of your death."
I closed my eyes, half closed and half open, drank the wine, and shook my head. (To be continued)