Prophet of Rebirth

Chapter 31

"An illusion is still an illusion." Ye Zhiqiu shook his head with a wry smile, and began to pack his things with a heavy heart.

It happened to be time for dinner when I got home, but Ye Zhiqiu didn't have any taste, chewing on the braised carp that he had managed to eat, but it was tasteless. Thinking of Wang Ersha's expression of turning his face in an instant, he felt flustered.

"Zhiqiu, what's the matter? Did something not go your way?" Wei Xiuhui, who was careful, found that her son was absent-minded about eating, with a frowning look on her face.

"What else can I do? It's not like there's no business today." Ye Jiaming had a good time these days, although he felt a little flustered with no cigarettes, no alcohol, but compared to the envious eyes of others, the latter seemed to be more satisfied important.Ye Zhiqiu wanted to set up a fortune-telling stall, so he turned a blind eye. He just thought it was a child playing house wine for fun. I didn’t expect Ye Zhiqiu to do it in a decent way, but this enthusiasm only lasted. After three days, she completely languished, "Today seems to be the last day you said, you must have screwed up, but it's good, studying hard is more useful than anything else."

"What are you talking nonsense about? How can you be a father like you, just don't encourage your son, and keep making sarcastic remarks." Wei Xiuhui reprimanded with some displeasure.

"You still ask me to encourage this kind of feudal 'superstition'. It's fine if your son is just playing around. You are a thoughtful adult, so why are you still messing around with him?" Although Ye Jiaming was very Suspicion of internal fear, but he never compromised on issues of principle.

"There's business." Ye Zhiqiu hurriedly said when he saw his parents flirting.

"Have you got a business?" Ye Jiaming and Wei Xiuhui looked astonished, and they couldn't believe it. Although Wei Xiuhui supported all her son's actions, she never thought that there would be any good results for her son's absurd actions this time. Let her son be too depressed so she tried to be as tactful as possible, but now that Ye Zhiqiu actually said that she has a business, why not surprise her.

"Who would patronize such a brat's fortune-telling stall like you?" Ye Jiaming couldn't believe it, "You wouldn't lie on purpose just to save yourself, would you?"

"Yes, who would patronize my business except a fool?" Ye Zhiqiu laughed at himself, "I don't need to lie to you for the sake of a child's face. The one who patronizes my business today is Wang Ersha. Do you know what he asked me?"

"Ask you what?" Ye Jiaming was slightly taken aback, at this moment he finally felt something was wrong with his son, put away his joking intentions, straightened his face, and asked in a solemn voice.

"He asked me when he would die." Thinking of Wang Er's expression when he asked this silly question, Ye Zhiqiu felt confused for no reason. Since ancient times, the only way to die is through hardship. Why is he so calm?Is it because he is a fool?

"What do you say?" Ye Jiaming was taken aback again, and secretly lamented the abnormality of a fool asking questions. Who would tell a fortune if he didn't want to know how long he would live, what disasters would happen, and how to avoid them, but Wang Er was stupid. The sword goes slanted.

"I said he will die tomorrow." Ye Zhiqiu looked like a wise man who saw through the vicissitudes of the world, with a hint of sadness in his tone.

"Are you bluffing him?" Ye Jiaming looked at Ye Zhiqiu with as strange a look as he wanted, let alone whether Ye Zhiqiu knew when Wang Ersha would die, first of all, as a warlock with a conscience, he shouldn't tell people directly Desperate answer, Ye Zhiqiu said that he can only understand it as the so-called childish words.

"He's a fool, why should I scare him?" Ye Zhiqiu said angrily.

"Then how do you know that he will die tomorrow?" Wei Xiuhui asked curiously.

"Uh..." Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but stop, he really didn't know how to answer his mother's question, he held back for a long time before he choked out a sentence that made him feel extremely ashamed, "I guess."

"Guessing is not the same as bluffing." Ye Jiaming said angrily.

"I'm full." Ye Zhiqiu was really afraid that he would be more entangled in this issue, and he would say something that he thought was shocking, and he threw down his chopsticks and ran into his room.

"Zhiqiu, are you full after eating this little?" Wei Xiuhui looked at Ye Zhiqiu's bowl with only a few mouthfuls of rice, and couldn't help but feel distressed.

"I'm full, bang!" Ye Zhiqiu replied weakly, and with the sound of closing the door, the young figure disappeared from the sight of the two of them.

"Is anything wrong with my son?" Wei Xiuhui asked worriedly.

"What can go wrong, our son, you don't know. Has he worried us for so many years? Besides, there is also the fate of Daoist Tianji's naming. Even if something happens to me, my son will be fine. "Although Ye Jiaming didn't know much about it, as the head of the family, of course he had to act nonchalantly at this moment.

"To save or not to save, can I save?" In this sleepless night, Ye Zhiqiu kept circling this question in his mind, and Wang Er's silly face kept flickering in front of him in his dream.

In the early morning of the next day, Ye Zhiqiu rolled over and got out of bed, with some bloodshot eyes in his eyes. It was obvious that he didn't sleep well last night, but all the confusion in his eyes had faded away, and his clear eyes There is a hint of intoxicating look in it.

"Do your best and obey the destiny!" Ye Zhiqiu clenched his small fist and waved it vigorously.He couldn't harden his heart and ignore an innocent life quietly passing away without making any efforts. It's fine if he doesn't know. Now that he knows, he has to find a way to prevent the tragedy from happening. Although he doesn't know if the result will change because of him, he At least let yourself have a clear conscience.

For the first time in more than a year, Ye Zhiqiu changed the route of morning practice. He ran along the asphalt road for one third, turned north at an intersection, and ran towards the iron bridge in the northern suburbs.

The iron bridge is actually the source of a small river with a width of seven or eight meters. The reason why it is called the iron bridge is because there is a stone bridge at the source that crosses the river and connects the flow of people on both sides of the river, but why is it called the iron bridge instead of For the stone bridge, Ye Zhiqiu was puzzled, because the bridge stood here long before he came, and as for the history, even the older generation can't explain why.

The small reservoir where Wang Ersha drowned is next to the iron bridge. It is a reservoir that has been abandoned for many years. Ye Zhiqiu’s destination today is that small reservoir. He wants to know why Wang Ersha came to this place and what to do here. What, why did he drown in this small reservoir whose water is less than knee deep.

In 06, when no carbon dioxide was ravaged, the wind in early autumn was already a bit chilly in winter. Ye Zhiqiu felt the cold wind rushing towards his face and ran towards the iron bridge at a steady pace. Wang Ersha fell into it around 30 o'clock. The drowned person in the reservoir was only around [-]:[-], more than an hour before eight o'clock, so he was not in a hurry, thinking about how to save Wang Ersha while feeling the idyllic scenery.