return robbery

Chapter 54

20xx. 04. 09
It was a new day, and at 0:20 in the morning, I copied 6 pages of scriptures, and my wrist was sore.In addition, after some sad memories just now, tears flowed from my nose, and I felt very tired, so I planned to wash up and go to bed.

After I was done, I said to Xiao: "Good night."

Well, it would be great if it could be safe.

Xiao held his mobile phone and signaled me not to speak yet, his face was a little dignified, and my heart "swished" as if I had boarded an elevator that was descending rapidly.

Xiao asked me to go to the study to get him a blank paper and a pen, and then squatted down in front of the big coffee table, holding the mobile phone in my left hand against my ear, and holding a pen in my right hand to quickly record something.

I sat on the sofa and looked at Xiao, and looked at my mobile phone anxiously, my heart was beating wildly for no reason.

About ten minutes later, Xiao was still writing. I couldn't help it, so I got up to see what he wrote.

But I heard Xiao Lian shout: "Daoist Ouyang, Daoist Ouyang, are you there?"

There was no response from the other party.

Xiao looked at me and said anxiously:

"Daoist Ouyang read a poem to me, the voice became weaker and weaker, and then suddenly there was no sound, the phone was still on, but the reading was over."

Xiao hung up and called again, but no one answered the phone.

I quickly picked up what Xiao wrote and read it. It was a rhyming doggerel, which meant that we should make a quick decision to leave the place where we live now. No matter the west or the south is our best choice.

My hometown is in the south, and Xiao's hometown is in the southwest, so you can choose to go back.As long as we leave quickly, because this place is not suitable for us to continue to develop, let alone Yaoer's growth...

what attitude?I have worked here for 20 years since I left my hometown, and now I am not suitable?Co-authoring with me for 20 years is just fooling around, was it for nothing?

I really don't believe in evil!Is this challenging my bottom line?It seems that I will die if I don't get mad.

As the saying goes: good horses are ridden by others, and good people are bullied by others.

I... Gritting my teeth, I wanted to tear that piece of paper to shreds!But my reason came back in an instant, no matter how I looked at it, I felt that the doggerel was not written by Daoist Ouyang.

"It's definitely not what Daoist Ouyang meant." I said with certainty.

"Are you crazy? Since he read the poem, he must have written it." Xiao felt that I was a little nervous.

"Do you think I look crazy? I just don't think Ouyang Daoist's style is like that, but it's like Min's style!"

As soon as these words came out, it was almost confirmed that I was a lunatic, a lunatic who could analyze rationally. It meant that my younger brother in the previous life arranged my future in the underworld for me.

Although I have never met Min, in the previous life, we two brothers were blood brothers after all, and there was always a chance to discuss literature with each other. His literary talent is naturally within my grasp.

Without hesitation, I confirmed that it was the poem that Yin wrote for me, a poem to remind me to leave.Well, since it's what I mean, I'm going to spend some time thinking about it, my brother will never harm me.

At that moment, my attitude changed 180 degrees, and I sat down to discuss with Xiao calmly.

So, the heart of a woman, the needle in the sea, don't try to speculate, let alone salvage.

Xiao’s hometown, I don’t need to think about it at all, I don’t agree with the customs there, the small city is not clean and tidy enough, and the fighting power of the people is not enough...

My hometown can be considered, but after all, I have been away for [-] years. If I go back suddenly, my friends will guess: "Could it be that she can't hang out anymore?"

Oops, people are all good-faced, it really feels like suffocating people to death.Both Xiao and I couldn't make up our minds, and for a while we passionately decided to go back to my hometown, and for a while we rejected the decision in great frustration.

After an hour, Xiao was always thinking about Daoist Ouyang in his heart.Then he called again, and it was answered by the Taoist disciple, who was sobbing.

"Brother Dao, after my master called you, he fainted due to excessive blood loss. He insisted on reciting the poem to the end. Woo...he told me before that no matter what happened, he couldn't do it again. Contact you, let alone let you see him. Since you called, let me tell you, my master called you while bleeding, it was a blood sacrifice, and he has gray hair now."

God!I slumped on the ground, even though the weather was cold, my heart was even colder.How exactly do you want to torture people? !What kind of causal relationship is it?Such a terrible feeling.

Daoist Ouyang was sent to the hospital for blood transfusion, but his life was aging rapidly.

The Taoist master's apprentice called again, almost crying and said, "Brother Daoist, please save my master."

Save, of course we have to save, but we are very strange, how can we save us without any medical skills?
"I called the master to report the situation, and the master asked me to contact you, saying that only you can save my master." The apprentice said.

Xiao asked the apprentice to hand over the phone to Daoist Ouyang's senior brother, and soon figured out the reason.We need to buy 5 grams of hundred-year-old white ginseng silk, and drink it after turning it into water to save life.

"Xu" means "continuation", alas, it is enough to pay attention to.

We finally bought white ginseng whiskers overnight through our connections.

Xiao Lianye rushed to the temple, and at about 4:[-] in the morning, Daoist Ouyang was brought back after a blood transfusion at the hospital. Xiao just took one look at the Taoist priest and burst into tears.

Can you stop crying? !Before tonight, a man in his early forties with black hair and full of energy turned into an old man with gray hair and wrinkled face in an instant... Ouyang Daochang's life span was shortened by at least 20 years.

I don't know what kind of change it was, but I was completely shocked, how powerful is that supernatural power?How scary?
Daoist Ouyang comforted Xiao who kept crying, and said, "It's okay, thank you for saving me again."

I really can't play anymore, if it's just a game, please end it, or please delete the software forever, it's really not fun!
The cloud is calm and the wind is light, Ouyang Daoist, can't you feel sad for yourself?

Xiao took a photo of Daoist Ouyang and sent it to me, and I blocked my mouth with my fist at home.

"Why did you doodle the face of the Taoist priest? I can't see the face clearly." I typed while crying.

"Daoist Ouyang didn't let me take a picture of his face for you to see, so I had to let him check the graffiti before sending it to you."

It's coming again, but you can't show it to me again!I ran to the mirror, saw my handsome face, and said silently: "One day, I will let you see me."

In fact, I know very well what I want to express: let's meet in that world.

The passage of time and the irreversibility of various changes all remind me: you are not dreaming, you are not dreaming.

During the day, my eldest sister called me back and said that she would find a friend to help me inquire about my child’s school transfer. The most important and troublesome thing is Yaoer’s school transfer. If it’s just me and Xiao, it’s okay to pack our bags and wander around the world.

In the evening, I told my mother cautiously, the scolding was deafening:
"Which organization are you under the control of? People say what they say? You have been away for [-] years, and when you come back suddenly, how do you explain to those relatives? I really can't stand it anymore, you can do it yourself..."

Ah, what my mother said is not unreasonable. The things I encountered were not encountered by normal people. I said earlier that once outsiders know about it, they will definitely say that I am a lunatic, a dreamer...

"Actually, we are controlled by the underground organization." I said in a low voice.

"What? Speak louder," my mother yelled.

Damn, you are seventy and four, can you stop being so angry, if something happens, I have no money or time to go back and take care of you.

I patiently told my mother again, and she calmed down.

"You can figure it out for yourself. It's best if you don't come back."

Alas, long live the understanding, even if everything is lost, the family love is still there.

(End of this chapter)