The master of metaphysics refreshes the daily life of Novice Village

What a god!

Zhang Tang approached him and asked for the boss's contact information. He quickly transferred [-] yuan to him. This money was spent happily, happily, and well worth it.

"Okay, let's go." After Shao Yinuo asked for two peace charms again and again, Kong Qianyu, who couldn't bear it anymore, shouted out and drove them out of the house very ruthlessly.

An hour later, my phone received another message from Shao Yinuo: Master, the car has been brought back for you and left at the door. Remember to take the driver's license test~
That's right, she forgot about this and bought a father on impulse. She resigned herself to going out and prepared to find a training institution.

After paying the fee to sign up, the other party gave her a reference book, which she memorized in a week to prepare for subject one.

The lights were on on Longze Road for the first time, and it was almost seven o'clock before he knew it. The night market stalls on both sides were still full of fireworks, so Kong Qianyu simply took a stroll.

We were shopping and eating along the way. Well, the fish balls at this place were chewy and chewy, while the pan noodles at that place were large and filling and cheap. They were pretty good.

Why didn't she realize that food and drink were so nourishing before? Look, she's seven or eight pounds fatter than when she first came in. Alas, thousands of years have been wasted meditating on inedia. Although spiritual rice and spiritual vegetables are full of spiritual energy, It tastes bland and boring.

"Director Kong! Director Kong!" The shouts from behind got closer and closer, until he grabbed Kong Qianyu's sleeve: "Director Kong, so you are here! Come on, come on, come on, help me, my brother's son Possessed!"

A very wrinkled, skinny aunt with fine beads of sweat on her face. She must be really anxious to be so tired in the middle of winter.

She dragged Kong Qianyu away without any explanation, chattering along the way.

This is someone I know.

Kong Qianyu, who has been living alone in Xuanqing Temple for many years, has been eating from hundreds of families. She started to draw fortune tellers for the neighbors a few years ago. Most of the old residents here know her.

But she is not good at Taoism. Generally, people would come to the temple to ask for some peace charms and the like to have good luck during the New Year and festivals, but if they really have something to do, they would never come to her.

After digging around in my memory, I found out that this old lady's name was Silaidi. She was in her early fifties and had never been married in her life. She was also a poor person.

This name may be the beginning of the tragedy of her life, a little life that is not blessed and expected by her family, a tool who wants to be used in exchange for money, a free nanny who is ordered around by her younger brother and sister-in-law. The greatest misfortune of a woman is that she All collected.

The Si family is not far away, in the community where Meng Lingze originally lived. The dark and narrow corridors are filled with things from each household, leaving only a gap for passage. The door of a house on the fourth floor is wide open, and there is a sound coming from inside. Fierce quarrels.

When Si Laidi dragged Kong Qianyu in and rushed in, her brother Si Guangzong raised his hand and was about to greet his wife Guo Meilan in the face. When he saw an outsider coming, he reluctantly lowered his arm.

Kong Qianyu was wearing a Taoist robe, and his identity was self-evident. Si Guangzong's already gloomy face became even gloomier. He glared at Si Laidi and secretly scolded this stupid sister for meddling in other people's business.

"What are you doing here?" He didn't know Kong Qianyu. As a lazy man who didn't work hard and didn't know how to separate grains, he didn't have time to feed an orphan girl. He just had to eat enough and not be hungry.

Kong Qianyu didn't speak, but Silaidi was careful and said in a consultative tone: "I don't think Xiao Hao is sick normally. Let's ask the master to take a look."

"Do you have too much money to spend? If you have spare money, why would you hire a master? You might as well buy me a pack of cigarettes. Bring me the mobile phone!" Si Guangzong couldn't help but said. Si Laidi obediently handed over the mobile phone, with only more than 300 left in the change. The block was rotated cleanly.

"It will take another week for me to pay my salary, and I have to buy groceries this week. You, you, you can't just leave." Silaidi was obedient, hoping that her brother would be merciful. "You won't stop eating if you don't have money to buy food? What does it have to do with me when the salary will be paid?" Si Guangzong didn't care. After receiving the money, he threw back the broken mobile phone without looking at the three women in the room, humming. Xiaoqu went out the door.

Seeing that Si Guangzong had left, Guo Meilan breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed the arm that had just been pinched, rolled her eyes, and asked: "Sister, are you really out of money? Xiaohao still has less money to buy medicine, what should I do? ?”

Silaidi took it out of her pocket for a long time, and then took out a crumpled red ticket: "Why don't you take it to buy medicine for Xiaohao first, and I will figure out how to pay for the living expenses at home."

Guo Meilan took the money, turned around and went into the bedroom without even saying thank you, and never came out again.

The two owners of the house were gone, leaving only Silaidi who couldn't make the decision. She smiled flatteringly at Kong Qianyu: "Master Kong, Xiao Hao is really ill. Please help me." , I, I have no money now, but don’t worry, as long as the salary is paid, I will definitely make up for it, please.”

Silaidi is an honest person with a soft personality. Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to be tortured by her original family. She is over 50 years old and still has to work as a paid nanny at her younger brother's house. She has to go to work and come back from work to do laundry and cook. I was taking my nephew with me, and my overalls were white from washing.

Kong Qianyu sighed. There are really bad people in this world. Silaidi herself lived such a miserable life. She couldn't do anything by herself. She kept spinning like a top from morning to night almost every day. She also found time to give to the young Kong. Qianyu washes clothes and delivers food to stutterers, but [-]% of it comes from his own mouth.

She has to accept this love, and she is willing to return it.

"What are you asking for?" Kong Qianyu opened the door to another bedroom, where Si Haotian lived.

The unpleasant smell of urine hit her face. Silaidi hurriedly changed her nephew's clothes and opened the window for ventilation. At the same time, she did not forget to apologize to Kong Qianyu: "I'm sorry, Taoist priest, I'm off work today." It’s too late, I didn’t have time to change him.”

This taste cannot be formed in a moment.My biological parents live next door, and they actually let their biological son lie in a pile of feces and urine. Today is an eye-opener.

After the smell in the room dissipated and the lights came on, Kong Qianyu squinted his eyes and looked at Si Haotian, who was almost unconscious on the bed.

She knew from the moment she entered the house that the child could not be saved.

The vitality in his body had completely dissipated, and he was filled with a thick aura of death. He was so thin that his soul was no longer integrated with his body, and there were faint signs that it was about to float out.

Kong Qianyu came closer, stared at his face for a long time, and finally shook his head. The sky collapsed, black lines appeared from Yintang to the bridge of his nose, and the white line of Mingmen penetrated into his nose. His life was withered and white, and everything died. The signs were all coming, and she couldn't be saved.

But he shouldn't have died so early. Kong Qianyu took his hand and looked at it again.

The face of a dying person has changed, so reading may not be accurate, but judging from the palmistry, he should have more than twenty years to live. How could he die so young?

"Give me his birth date."

Silaidi reported the news very quickly. Kong Qianyu pinched his fingers and calculated again. It was indeed that he should have been in his forties, but he died of illness.

Unfortunately, it was too late for Si Laidi to find her.