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"You" Su Daji paused for a while on the other end of the phone and then said: "You are very good, really very good"
"Um" I asked doubtfully: "Specifically, I have never been praised by a woman before. Can you tell me what is good about me?"
"Although you appear to be timid, weak-willed, and mediocre in ability, or even to have no merits at all..."
"Sister Khan, you've gone off topic."
"But you also have your strengths. I've heard about your story with Qiuxiang. It seemed like you almost went crazy because of her. And when you were in the island country, you risked your own life to save me. It's really too much. Although your strength is indeed very poor, I like your character very much. You are very similar to King Zhou. You are a little weak, but when you really encounter something you need to insist on, you will insist on it regardless of everything."
I sighed when I heard this and said teasingly: "You are not going to say that I am the reincarnation of King Zhou, then I am really awesome"
"Impossible," Su Daji suddenly sighed on the other side of the phone, "King Zhou's soul was shattered and he didn't even have the chance to reincarnate. You should live well. Remember to stay away from the mountains. When you are done with your work, come back to me. If you have nothing to do, you can still let me tease you."
"Hehe, yes, sir." I smiled and then said seriously, "Thanks, Sister Hasu." I felt that it was too coincidental that Su Daji knew about this. Maybe Su Daji used some divination technique or something like that. Anyway, I can't believe in dreams. Although I don't know the specific situation, Su Daji must pay a price anyway.
"You... just don't die yourself, that's enough for me." Su Daji hung up the phone after she finished speaking. I held the phone for a while, smiled bitterly and said to myself, "How could I be so worthy of such a good woman like Qiuxiang? Then I met Su Daji, but she has five disadvantages and three shortcomings. Fuck his fate."
I didn't have the heart to practice the Qi-controlling and talisman-drawing method afterwards. I packed up my peach wood sword and walked back home humming a song. Walking alone on the edge of the field humming "Sweet Honey" was a unique feeling.
"Sweetly, my smile is so sweet..."
After I got home, I found that the master was already asleep, so I squeezed in. The master and I still shared the same small bed. When the master and I slept together in this small bed when we were young, it seemed very spacious. Now it seems very crowded, but it doesn't matter.
The master seemed to sense that I had returned and asked, "How is your practice going now that you are back?"
I nodded and said, "I don't feel like practicing now that I'm back. Just now a friend of mine called me and told me something."
"Does it mean that you will have a disaster soon?"
"Yeah," I nodded and asked, "Master, do you know the details?"
"I can't talk too much, my plans will be disrupted." After the master said that, he added: "Don't blame the master. This matter is very important. If I tell you and you hide and don't go to that place, my plan will be messed up. In fact, sometimes fortune-telling is also a kind of pain. You know the ending, but you just can't say it. Your lover will have a car accident tomorrow. Even if you know it, you can't stop it, otherwise you will be punished by God."
"Master, didn't you reveal a lot of secrets?" I didn't look at the master but slept with my back to the master and asked, "Master, will I die soon because of this?"
"Generally, fortune tellers dare not reveal the secrets of heaven. Of course, I am not an ordinary person." After the master finished speaking, he slowed down and said, "To be honest, I have calculated your calamity eight out of ten times and the result is death. That is to say, there is an 80% chance that you will die. But fortune telling is not 100% accurate. Just like I told you before that Zhang Yuqian would die, but in the end he survived. This is a variable. There are many variables in your calamity as well, but I cannot tell you. Forgive me, Xiaojiu."
"It's okay. I'm lucky." I chuckled. Although I don't care on the surface, how can I not care? Who doesn't care about his or her own life and death
"Hey, go to sleep. Go back to Chengdu tomorrow. Your disaster is not far away." The master's voice seemed a little choked. I trembled all over when I heard it and asked, "I have to leave so soon. Can't I stay with you for a few more days?"
"Let's go. If you can survive this, you'll have a chance to meet again. If you can't, that's your fate." The master didn't say anything after he said that, and I didn't say anything either. I tossed and turned that night and couldn't fall asleep. I had insomnia. It was probably around four or five in the morning when I slowly fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was already noon the next day. The master had disappeared long ago. Only a note was left, which read: Xiaojiu, please forgive me. The master did have his own difficulties.
After reading the note, I realized that the master must be feeling bad too. Just like he said, he had his own difficulties. I looked at the note and gave a wry smile, put the note into my backpack, stretched myself, opened the door, and looked outside. The sun was shining brightly, and many birds were flying around on the branches. The air was also very fresh, and the scene was full of vitality.
"Ah" I roared loudly towards the outside. Only after I roared did I feel comfortable all over. I got up, packed up my things and prepared to leave. Before leaving, I turned around and looked at this small house. I didn't know how many years it would take me to come back again after this time. I looked at these familiar scenes. This place is really good, isolated from the world. Thinking of the bits and pieces of my life here with my master, I smiled bitterly. I don't know if it's because I've grown up. It seems that my troubles are getting more and more. Every time I can only pretend to be stupid and pretend that I'm still a child, pretending that I don't know anything and don't want to know anything. But this society forces people to mature. I took a step and walked towards the outside world, the colorful world outside that eats people without blinking an eye.
At 3:00 p.m. on July 12, 2012, I walked out of Chengdu Bus Station. I twisted my neck and looked at the tall buildings around me. I wanted to sigh again, but I held back because I was afraid that people would think I was mentally ill.
This time I didn't call Wu Zhicong and the others, but secretly returned to Chengdu alone. I should be able to give them a surprise. As for the so-called disaster, I don't want to think about it anymore. It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a disaster, but it's useless to think too much.