After listening to the uncle's words, I thought about it for a long time, but I still couldn't think of a better solution.
I would never dare to gamble on something as important as my parents' lives.
This is something I can no longer help but believe.
After much deliberation, I ultimately chose to believe the older man.
After all, I have nowhere left to retreat.
If I were to learn Taoist arts, I would have to temporarily abandon my studies.
That uncle also told me that it's best to keep as few people as possible from knowing about this dream.
Because he didn't know under what circumstances the other party found out his birthday.
If it gets exposed, things will become complicated.
So I kept this matter to myself and didn't tell anyone.
Of course, that includes my parents too.
Jiangxi Xi is a smart girl, and she naturally knows that I have my reasons for not telling my parents.
He never mentioned this to his parents.
My dad and the others probably guessed something, after all, my behavior was too abnormal.
Back to the present, after having a crazy time with Xixi, my hair is now a mess.
Perhaps because I cried myself to sleep yesterday, my head still feels a little dizzy.
For some reason, I didn't dream about my parents having an accident last night.
It's probably because that uncle touched my forehead the day before yesterday.
At that moment, I naturally had no time to think about those things.
My time is too tight; I only have one month left.
Success or failure hinges on this moment.
I got up, tidied up my room, and after washing up, I prepared to go to the address the uncle had written for me.
The Dedication Zone—I remember it being a relatively unknown area in Shanghai.
It's still a long way to go to Shanghai University.
I was originally going to go by myself, but Xixi was worried about me, so she came along with me.
We first took a Didi (ride-hailing service) to the subway station.
In places like Shanghai, you can find all sorts of people in the subway stations.
However, the majority of them are ordinary wage earners and migrant workers from all over the country who come to earn money.
These people spend almost all their lives in a state of busyness.
Life in Shanghai moves at a very fast pace, so fast that it leaves you breathless.
Here, the rich can do whatever they want, while the poor can only struggle and constantly exhaust themselves for their families.
I also thought about my future when I was in school.
What kind of job would you choose?
What kind of partner will you look for?
What kind of friends will you make?
What kind of life will I experience...?
The word "future" represents the aspirations and hopes of countless people.
He placed all his hopes on those two short words.
I used to believe that living in the present was the wisest choice.
As I grew older, I gradually came to understand why so many people would give their all for a vague and unrealistic future.
It is precisely because they have dreams, convictions, and concerns.
They have the expectations of so many people.
Looking back, all they saw was resentment and helplessness.
They can only believe that things will gradually get better...maybe.
I squeezed into the crowded subway, where people came and went like the tides.
I was among them, yet felt like a speck of dust.
Upon entering the carriage, we found two seats available, so Xixi and I went over and sat down.
We discussed all sorts of things.
Which milk tea shop has the best new drinks? Which clothing shop has the most stylish designs and the most reasonable prices?
Soon, another wave of people squeezed into the subway.
I looked up and saw a mother holding a child, looking around, probably searching for a seat.
Because she was carrying a child, she arrived quite late, and her seat had already been taken.
I paused my chat with Xixi and waved to the mother.
Xixi was stunned for a moment, then when she saw the mother, she naturally knew what I was going to do.
I got up, walked over to the mother, and gestured for her to sit down.
Just then, a middle-aged man next to me saw me get up and quickly took my seat.
This sudden turn of events was something I hadn't expected.
He turned to look at the mother, his face full of embarrassment.
The mother smiled and shook her head: "It's alright, I'll be there in a few more stops."
I appreciate your kind gesture, thank you.
Looking at that mother's smile, I felt a sense of guilt.
I clenched my fists, determined to argue with that man.
Excuse me, could you please move aside?
"This seat is for this mother."
"It's inconvenient for her to be holding the child, I hope you can understand."
However, the man glanced at me and said with a disdainful look, "Do you own this subway?"
"You left your seat, I sat down, and now this seat is mine."
"Besides, what's wrong with her holding a child?"
"It's not my child, what's it to me!"
"Go away, don't disturb my rest!"
I was really angry at that moment. I couldn't imagine how someone could be so shameless, and I had no way to refute them.
Because he did nothing wrong, he just lacked morality.
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