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Chapter 8 Children in the River (3)

From that day on, I never saw Lan again, and from the chats of her classmates, I knew that Duang accepted her confession.Jing often said that falling out of love is not a big deal, and he often saw people who broke up come to the plantain forest to cry bitterly.

"Do you know what love is? You are only seven years old." Jing patted my head.

I broke away from his hand: "Do you understand? You are just messing around with Basho, and you don't even have the courage to speak out." I got a little angry.

"You are just a short-lived brat, what right do you have to talk to me like this?" Jing was suddenly touched and became agitated.

"Yeah, I'm just a brat. I don't know anything. You have guarded her for hundreds of years. What qualifications do you have to say about me?" back to the past.

In fact, since there was a plantain forest, someone has opened this well on the mountain. It is not so much who comes first, but that they are dependent on each other.Because of the support of well water, the banana tree survived several severe droughts, and it is precisely because of this that she has a spirit and a mind.This is the story of Basho and Well.

"Wit." Jing suddenly looked very calm, "Some things can't be achieved by thinking, because there is a barrier with fate. Just like you and Lan, you are drowned by water, but tomorrow at noon, she will be burned by fire." Swallow, but you can't do anything. I shouldn't have told you, because everyone's fate is destined, just like we met, just like you parted."

"No! I will save her, and I will prove to you that not everything is predestined." I didn't want to listen to Jing anymore, and left the plantain forest without looking back.

"Will you use the reincarnation of the next life to exchange her life? You will have an offering soon, Wit!" I heard Jing Yuan's roar.

School.scorching sun.Class bell.

I almost forgot how long it had been since the last time I felt all this, the scorching sun at noon made me feel like I was going to be out of my wits.I try to find shaded places to go to school, I don't want to emerge from a sewer or toilet because that's not my style, and I don't need a ghost story for this school.

It's a pity that I came a step late. The raging fire had already burned into the teaching building, and the students on the lower floors ran out.The playground is crowded with people, some are coughing, some are pointing, and Lan's classroom is on the fifth floor.I didn't care about the scorching sun, and rushed in without raising my head, but with every step I took, I felt myself dissipating.

Suddenly I saw a figure in the corridor, it was Duang.He called Lan's name while trying to rush upstairs.He's not that snotty follower anymore.At that moment, I thought he was really handsome, but with this fire, it seemed that it was not so easy for him to charge up.

After I helped him block some thick smoke, his body became more and more transparent.My strength is too small, so small that I am about to disappear.

"Wit!" I seemed to hear someone's voice.

"Wit!" He habitually moved his face closer.It was the well, and he pulled me up.

"Do you remember the wish you made to me when you were a child? The plot of the very old-fashioned black-and-white film, you said you wanted to be the hero in the movie, and you wanted to stand out from the encirclement to save the heroine who was in trouble. Yes, but for a short time."

After speaking, he pushed me out.The moment I burst out of the smoke, I saw that I was no longer seven years old in the mirror on the stairs.I am tall, with thick black eyebrows, black eyes, thick hair, and a straight nose. I wear a blue school uniform and high-top sneakers. This is my real age, 17 years old.It turns out that I am also quite handsome. I really want to keep this moment, but I don't have time.When I rushed into the classroom on the fifth floor, I saw Lan lying on the ground, surrounded by some fainted teachers and students. I helped Lan up, hugged her tightly, and used my cold body temperature to dissolve the heat of the surrounding flames. .

"Wit." Lan slowly opened his eyes.

"Wit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Lan cried.

"It's okay!" I hugged Lan tightly.Countless sparks fly around us, just like the Milky Way that night.

The students on the playground saw us hugging from a distance, and they were silent at first, and they didn't know who yelled, and the crowd boiled crazily.I couldn't hear what they said, but I heard the sound of fire engines, the sound of water, and Duang's shout.Then, the water from the fire truck drenched us through.

"If we meet again one day, don't call me a brat anymore, junior." I let go of my hand, kissed her forehead lightly, turned and walked back into the smoke.The next person holding her was Duang. When he helped Lan walk out of the teaching building, all the students in the school cheered and hugged for them, but Lan tried hard to search for me...

"If one day..."

Jing and Basho are still the same, who knows what they will be like in the future, and that's not right, I don't know what they will be like in the future.

The following year, both Lan and Duang graduated, and they were admitted to Chulalongkorn University in Bangkok.To be honest, I still envy them.

In the same year, my mother received a call—the police salvaged a skeleton from the river, and the DNA test proved it was me.From that day on, I had a memorial tablet and incense.

As for my ashes, my mother donated them to Master Luang Phor Yan, an eminent monk in Nakhon Pathom Province, and made them into Gumanthong (the golden boy in Thai Buddhism). That year was 2547 in the Buddhist calendar.A few years later I was brought to China by a musician, and I commissioned him to write my story.

This is me, the child of the river.

(End of this chapter)