the last witcher

I know that compared with the two people in the car, what I know about supernatural things is really not worth mentioning, let alone handing it out.So I said very modestly: "Can either of you explain fate to me?"

Lao Yu looked at Chris from the rearview mirror, and Chris was a little restless. The behavior of these two people made me feel very bad. It seemed that I had touched a secret that others didn't want to tell.

"crys are you all right?" Lao Yu actually spoke English, this shit definitely treats me as an outsider.

"i'm ok!" Chris raised her head and looked into Old Yu's eyes in the rearview mirror and replied.

It's a pity that this Indian Ah San looks down on people too much. You must know that the popularity of English in China is far beyond what he, an Indian, can imagine.As far as these two English sentences are concerned, let alone a guy who watches American TV series can understand them, even a child in elementary school can translate them correctly for you.

Chris took a few deep breaths, then held my hand tightly and said to me: "Jia Shu, what I can tell you is to let nature take its course and obey the arrangements of fate. Because, since people are born, God has already It determines the thought, behavior, and even the fate of this person, it can be said that our life has already been arranged properly, and what we do is just what is destined to happen."

Seeing my dazed look, Chris continued to explain to me: "I know it's hard for you to accept this fact now, so I can give you the simplest example."

Speaking of this, Chris clasped her hands and asked me: "How many fingers do you think I have on both hands?"

"Currently it is ten." I guessed what the other party was going to say next. This trick was used by the old monk who saved Duan Yu in Jin Yong's "Dragon Ba Bu".

"You are very smart, Jia Shu. It is true that there are ten fingers at present, which is the best answer. Because I can self-mutilate one or two fingers to make your answer wrong. If you think this is to change fate, then you Just wrong.

God already knew the final outcome of the matter long before I made a bet with you, so no matter what I do, I cannot change the established facts. This is fate.

When God gave me the ability to read minds, it also made me suffer more suffering in exchange.He and I have experienced too many unbearable past events, so we really don't want to mention the issue of fate. "

Chris glanced at me, immediately read my inner thoughts, and then said to me: "You don't have to think too much about how I feel now, if what happened to me and my family can help you get rid of the confusion , I can tell you right now."

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded to accept Chris's help.Chris took a few deep breaths again, and then said: "From the first time you saw me, I knew you had a question in your mind, that is, why would a Chinese-American like me willingly work for Granny Meng? The answer Simple, because I was destined to work for her."

Seeing my more confused expression, Chris smiled wryly and continued: "Maybe in your opinion, this is not the answer, maybe after you listen to the story of me and my family, you will understand why this is the answer, and fate has nothing to do with it." is something.

My parents both work in universities in the United States, and they are also Chinese. They came to the United States with freedom and dreams, hoping to find a space where they can display their talents.

Like many Chinese at that time, they started at the bottom of the job, until I was born, they found a stable job in a certain university.I still have a shredded suit at home that my dad made his first bucks when he got off the plane.

When he was in China, his father was the favored son of heaven, and he lived in his world like everyone holding the moon.But in the United States, he was nothing but his talent and ambition, not even a black man, because that country was still very exclusive at that time, just like the British Conservative Party.

My father first found the cheapest hotel to stay in, and then went out and started looking for a job. After searching for a day, my father found desperately that there was no extra job for him here.

Since he went to the United States at his own expense, my father was already so cash-strapped that he didn't even want to buy a piece of bread to satisfy his hunger.After a night of hunger and cold, my father finally let go of his self-esteem and began to earn money by strength.

The first job my father chose was to rush to clean cars for others.It's the kind of job where people take the initiative to clean the car as soon as it stops, and rely entirely on tips from the car owner for a living.But even for such a lowly job, there have long been many foreigners rushing to do it, especially the Mexicans.

My father stood in the parking lot outside the airport for a whole day with the bucket he bought and all kinds of car cleaning tools, but he didn't get a job.After the exhausted father returned to the hotel, he began to think about countermeasures.Because if things go on like this, let alone studying, it would be nice to be able to eat enough.

After another night, my father thought of a good way, that is to wear his best suit to clean someone's car.Whenever a car stopped, my father would be the first to rush up, then tear off the sleeves or other parts of his suit, and began to clean the car for the other party seriously.

Americans are human beings too, and their first reaction when they see this situation is that the person is in trouble, so please help if you can.My father also took advantage of people's sympathy and raised the first pot of gold in his life in the next week. "

Chris glanced at me and said to me seriously: "I know what you are thinking, but what I want to tell you is that this is fate.

It is destined that my father will come to the United States, and he will have to let go of his self-esteem, think with his brain, and then put his physical strength into practice. God has already arranged all of this, and no one can change it.

If this story does not let you know what fate is, then I will tell you another story about my parents.

My mother is my father's college classmate. They are both Chinese and they met when they were washing dishes in a restaurant.From acquaintance, acquaintance to love and then to owning each other, the two decided to rent a basement together to reduce the cost of rent.

At that time, my mother had just been pregnant with me, and my father was at the critical moment of writing his graduation thesis, but at this moment, a fire broke out in the basement where the two of them lived.The fire ruthlessly devoured everything inside, and nothing else was left. After all, my parents didn't save any savings.But the only thing on the table was the academic papers that my father had worked hard for more than half a year. The loss caused by this was immeasurable.

The landlord didn't care because he was insured, and more or less compensated my parents some money.But my father was so worried that his hair turned white all night, because it was almost time to hand in the thesis, and his half-year hard work was destroyed in a fire.

But no matter what happens, life goes on.The father simply packed up the usable items in the room, and then lived in the apartment in the school.And my mother was sent to the hospital because of the shock of the fire.

There is an American proverb, translated as God is fair, when he closes a door for you, he will definitely leave a window for you.When my father was exhausted in school, restaurant, and hospital every day, a trivial matter for Chinese people changed the life of my parents. "

to be continued