It wasn’t until I dreamed about Chang Tianlong that I truly believed in immortality.
If it were not destined, I would not have gone to Jile Temple on that day, nor would I have met the Python Immortal Chuangtang. Naturally, I would not have saved Chang Tianlong inexplicably.
According to him, he is the immortal family of my ancestor Tangkou, so in other words, if I take over Tangkou, Chang Tianlong will be my immortal family.
So, if I were really in trouble for three years, of course he would protect me.
Everything is logical and logical.
As if arranged by God.
Chang Tianlong said that if I save him, there will be benefits for me.
But since I dreamed of him that day, I have never seen him again, and I don’t know what the benefit is.
In the next few days, I dreamed of all kinds of weird dreams every day, including heaven and earth, underworld and underworld, red foxes, yellow immortals, and two big snakes, one black and one white.
The black one is slightly smaller and the white one is slightly larger.
I don't know who they are, but I think the black one is probably Chang Tianlong, and the white one is probably the Python Immortal who went to save Chang Tianlong that day.
I vaguely understood in my heart: What is supposed to come should come soon.
In those days, I kept Yang Daxian's words in mind and didn't wander around. It happened that Uncle Ma didn't take any big jobs, and he made a lot of money at Wang's last time, so he didn't let me go out to run a taxi for several days.
I was also happy to have some leisure time, so I settled in at home.
Because Yang Daxian said that I may have to go on a long journey within seven days, which will be unfavorable and dangerous for me.
I thought that as long as I avoided going out for seven days, I should be able to escape.
But reality still taught me a lesson.
Facts have proved that what should happen can never be avoided.
That night, a customer came to Uncle Ma's shop. It was nothing serious. He just came to talk to Uncle Ma to reminisce about old times. The two of us chatted until about nine o'clock in the night, and then Uncle Ma asked me to drive him back.
From the conversation between the two, I learned that this person was a big client of Uncle Ma. He once asked Uncle Ma to see Feng Shui and spent 30,000 yuan at a time.
Thirty thousand yuan was not a lot of money in those days, so I didn't want to offend anyone. Although I didn't want to go, I still took the bus.
Coincidentally, that person happened to live in the Huayuan Street area of Nangang District, which is an old street in Harbin. Because there is a Huayuan Primary School, one of the best in Harbin, it can be said that it is very well-known, and the price of the school district housing is also very high.
To this day, it is also the ceiling of housing prices in Harbin.
After I dropped the man off at home, I turned out of the street and walked a short distance along Xidazhi Street. I was almost at Sister Yuan's restaurant.
I haven’t seen Sister Yuan for a long time. When I came to a familiar street intersection again, I couldn’t help but subconsciously drove the car in. From a distance, I could see the signboard of Mingyue Hotel not far ahead, which was still bright and clear.
I didn't bother Sister Yuan. I parked the car at the street corner, rolled down the window, took out a cigarette and lit it.
The smoke was slowly rising, and in a daze I seemed to see two years ago, when I first came to Harbin, I was wandering around this street, not knowing where to go.
I learned to smoke from Uncle Ma.
He always told me that a man should look like a man, cry when he wants, laugh when he wants, and can live a life with money and a life without money.
Whenever he encounters troubles, a cigarette can soothe his mind.
If one can't solve the problem, get a box.
If not, get drunk.
Opposite the Mingyue Hotel is the inpatient area of the First Hospital of Medical University.
I thought again of Wu Guobin who was guarding the morgue. I wonder if he still often gets drunk and then talks to his deceased wife alone in the morgue.
There is also Xiaoyun who died unexpectedly. Hu’s mother has given her salvation. I wonder if she has given up her hatred and gone to reincarnation.
And the boss who became a fool due to retribution should not bully Sister Yuan anymore...
A cigarette burned out quickly. I looked at Mingyue Hotel again, threw away the cigarette butt, and planned to start the car and leave.
But at this moment, a stretcher rolled up not far ahead, followed by two or three people in white coats, and a woman, wiping her tears as she ran along.
It was already late at night, and the street lights were dim, so I couldn't see the person's facial features clearly, but I felt that the woman's body and movements looked particularly like my aunt.
This intuition was very strong. I stared at those people, gradually getting closer, and then closer...
When I finally saw the woman's face clearly, I felt like I was struck by lightning, and the blood in my body seemed to boil.
She's really an aunt!
As if I was stupid, I stared blankly at my aunt running past me following the stretcher bed.
There was a thought in my mind that kept asking me to get out of the car quickly, go see my aunt, ask her what happened, and then tell her all my experiences in the past two years to reassure her and let her know that I am still alive...
This thought kept igniting, burning me like a flame.
But for some reason, I remained motionless after all, just watching my aunt walk away and ran into the hospital.
When the stretcher was pushed over, I vaguely saw the person lying on it, it was my uncle.
But he didn't know what illness he had, and he was unconscious on the stretcher.
The First Hospital of Harbin Medical University has a very high level of medical care, but generally the patients sent here from other places are seriously ill or have some difficult and complicated diseases.
When I saw my uncle, I knew that he must be seriously ill.
In fact, I often regret what happened that year. I shouldn't have been so impulsive, which caused a lot of trouble and trouble to my aunt.
But I always believe that my uncle didn’t complain at all about the stick he received that year.
He deserves it.
But now facing my aunt and my unconscious uncle, I don't have the courage to meet my aunt.
For more than two years, I often simulated the scene of meeting my aunt again in my mind, but I never imagined that I would see my aunt here.
I stayed in a daze for more than ten minutes, and it was already too late to chase after my aunt.
I slapped myself and made up my mind to go to the inpatient department early tomorrow morning to check and see which ward they were in.
Although I hate that bastard very much, I still have to step forward for my aunt.
With this thought in mind, I started the car and planned to go home first.
Suddenly there was a sound of knocking on the glass outside the window, and at the same time a familiar voice sounded anxiously.
"Master, are you going to Daoli?"
My heart skipped a beat, it was my aunt who had left and returned.
But the street lights were dim, so my aunt probably couldn't see me clearly, and she would never have imagined that she would meet me, who had been missing for two years, by taking a taxi on the roadside.
I said "hmm" and waved her to get in the car.
Holding a cloth bag, my aunt fumbled into the back seat of the taxi and told me an address.
She said that her husband had a strange disease and the doctor prescribed special medicine, but it was not available in any nearby pharmacies. The doctor helped her contact a pharmacy in Daoli and she had to go get it quickly.
I didn't say anything, started the car, and drove towards the address my aunt said...
