I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

Chapter 37 An Umbrella Can Support a Rainy Day, But It Can’t Support a Life

The aunt of the stall owner was shocked: "You are Yan Jiu? That miraculous anchor that was rumored on the Internet?"

After paying the money, Yan Jiu paused.

Turned around and looked at the stall owner.

System panel: [Ding!

Inspection objects: stall owners of stinky tofu stalls,

Remarks: high-quality customers,
Mortality: 86%,
Time of death: After setting up a stall for the 709th time and returning home,

It is recommended that the host pay attention immediately! 】

System: [Uh, how many times is she setting up a stall? 】

Yan Jiu rolled his eyes.

Silently calculated.

no more, no less.

Exactly 709 times today.

Yan Jiu also figured out that the stall owner's aunt encountered a car accident when she was returning home.

Maybe it's the simple smile of the stall lady, or maybe it's the stall lady's hard work and hard work to make a living as an ordinary person, which made Yan Jiu feel unbearable.

Rich people have at least enjoyed life, but people like the stall owner are always trapped in life, so how can we talk about enjoyment?

The face of the stall owner's aunt has the vicissitudes of time, her forehead is oozing with sweat, her eyes are bright and energetic, she is unyielding to life, and her back is bent by the burden.

When Yan Jiu fell silent.

The stall owner shook her head again and again: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not questioning you, my daughter really likes you!"

Yan Jiu pursed his lips and said, "Auntie, you can close the stall and go home early today. Also, we must believe in science. Also, don't stop at intersections without traffic lights."

Aunt the stall owner: "..."

Let me believe in science.

While telling me not to stop at the intersection.

Why does a good sentence sound so mysterious?

The auntie of the stall owner smiled cheerfully, and said in a confused way: "It's only 9:[-], I can still put it for a long time..."

Yan Jiu's eyes and eyebrows were heavy.

The pitch-black pupils did not move.

Being watched quietly by Yan Jiu like this.

The stall owner's aunt's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and she always felt that something about her had been completely seen through by Yan Jiu.

Her back felt cold.

Rubbed both arms.

Pack it up.

Watching the stall owner's aunt push the cart away.

Yan Jiu didn't know why her mood was low, she didn't like this stuffy feeling very much.

She decided to deal with it the same way as in her previous life.

Keep yourself too busy to think about it.

And this night.

Yan Jiu did not choose to start the live broadcast.

After turning on Douyin proficiently.

She randomly clicked on the short video that she could see.

There are anchors who bring goods late at night.

There are videos of appreciating ancient paintings.

There is a report video with accompanying text.

Yan Jiu stayed in the half-truth and half-fake reporter's interview video, and saw the scene that made her feel even more heavy.

is a natural disaster.

An innocent disaster.

The sufferer was an old man in his seventies.

The mudslide after the heavy rain was like a gutter that could not be crossed, putting a death across the mountain road in Lin Province.

[On the evening of October 10th, a heart-wrenching accident occurred in Dongshan City, C Province, my country. Grandpa Chang, an old man in his seventies, encountered mudslides on his way to deliver mails wrapped in tuition fees to left-behind children in mountainous areas..., so far , everyone is expecting a miracle to happen, and the search is still going on. 】

The camera did not capture the details of the scene.

The long-range shooting is a respect for Grandpa Chang.

Sunset and dusk in the video.

The beauty of the past is dormant with sadness.

Yan Jiu calculated that the old man was no longer alive.

What touched her most was the old man's deeds.

An old man with no academic qualifications and unable to keep up with the times, was seriously ill, and endured pain and scavenged all his life, just to save a sum of tuition fees for children in mountainous areas.

God has a heart.

Grandpa Chang's deeds were finally reported, and a large number of netizens crowdfunded the money for Grandpa Chang's recovery.

God is also careless.

Just before Grandpa Chang was about to get rid of the illness, he encountered an accident on the way to send aid.

This mountain road that he has climbed countless times.

became his burial place.

Umbrellas can hold up rainy days.

But it can't afford a life.

【It's so worrying. 】

[Why do good people still suffer from disasters? 】

[May the heavens hear our devout prayers, and wish good luck to Grandpa Chang, he will embrace health soon, and the surgery is scheduled for tomorrow. 】

【He throws his love into this world, but he has no chance to feel the love that the world gives back to him. 】

[Be sure to be safe. 】

[I am willing to reduce my life by 10 years, so that Grandpa Chang will be safe! 】

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Yan Jiu's heart seemed to be stuffed with a stone.

She couldn't knock down the comment that the old man was dead.

Inexplicable.

Yan Jiu recalled her previous life.

Reminds me of my master who is Mr. Yin Yang.

Mr. Yin and Yang is a folk name for those who know yin and yang. They mostly refer to people who understand feng shui, gossip, five elements, and numerology, and can calculate good and bad fortune, birth, old age, sickness and death for others.

When Yan Jiu was very young.

Most folks respect Mr. Yin and Yang at a respectful distance.

Most people are terrified.

And her master is also such a good person who is regretted after death. Let me ask, who would willingly sacrifice his life to pray for the rain after being punished by the villagers and driven to the end of the village?Who would be loathed by everyone, and pay out of their own pockets to let a few people survive the disaster year?
Her master did it.

But she couldn't do it.

These are good deeds praised by the world.

It's just that it's not worth it no matter how you think about it, to devote your heart and soul to someone who hates you.

Yan Jiu could understand, but didn't accept it.

And her master never forced her.

Just tell her that one day she will meet someone or something that she will give her all to.

Her master said that he doesn't care about outsiders' opinions, only that the blessings he has accumulated are of great use.

a long time later.

Her master passed away, but she didn't see the golden light of merit that should have been seen on her master's soul body.

That's what she knew.

Her master was accumulating blessings for her...

Wait until the phone turns off the screen automatically.

Yan Jiu didn't say a word but tears were streaming down his face.

She raised her hand to touch the warm tears.

Very surprised.

The system was also surprised.

System: [Su Su host! ? 】

Yan Jiu ignored the system.

Just look up at the sky.

Using the night as a canvas, embellished with stars, she painted the image of her master in her mind.

but.

fantasy people.

There is always the possibility of being blown away by the wind.

Yan Jiu clutched his sullen heart.

Except master and senior brother.

No one would put their palms on the top of her hair and call her little Ajiu anymore.

Yan Jiu slowly closed his eyes.

Her senior brother once told her.

Tears can only flow in front of those who love her.

then.

Yan Jiu let the tears be blown dry by the wind.

Then he lowered his head and continued to watch the video.

Trying to immerse yourself in the busyness.

Let yourself have no time to think.

Soon.

I don't know if Douyin will actively recommend videos based on the videos viewed by the account.

Yan Jiu saw a video of an old woman.

The opponent's ID is "Huanong Xiaoqin".

Her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

as predicted.

The system panel showed a sense of presence: [Ding!

Inspection object: flower farmer Xiaoqin,

Remarks: high-quality customers,
Mortality: 99%,
Time of death: After the 6780th pick-up,

It is recommended that the host pay attention immediately! 】

Shocked by Yan Jiu's tears, the system didn't dare to comment casually, and just silently watched its host frown.

in the short video.

An old woman with wrinkles on her face was riding a tricycle, picking up waste in a prosperous area.

The dilapidated tricycle is like the old woman's wrinkles, full of the sense of historical precipitation.

The old lady was wearing clothes that had been washed until they turned white.

Although the clothes are old, they are neat.

Yan Jiu opened the old lady's other videos.

she found.

No matter how hard life is, there will always be a pot of sunflowers blooming in the basket of the other party's tricycle.

Sometimes orange.

Sometimes red.

The old woman in the video firmly believes that by planting sunny flowers, and relying on the warmth of her heart and longing for hope, she can withstand all the storms that come in the cold winter.

(End of this chapter)