The stall owner was shocked: "You're Yan Jiu? That streamer who's been all the rage online?"
Yan Jiu paused after paying.
I turned around and looked at the stall owner, an older woman.
System panel: [Ding!]
Target of inspection: Stinky tofu stall owner,
Note: Premium customer
Mortality rate: 86%,
Time of death: After returning home from the 709th time setting up a stall.
The host is advised to pay attention immediately!
System: [Uh, how many times has she set up a stall now?]
Yan Jiu's eyes flickered.
I did some calculations silently.
No more, no less.
Today marks the 709th time.
Yan Jiu also deduced that the stall owner had been in a car accident on her way home.
Perhaps it was the stall owner's simple smile, or perhaps it was her hard work and struggle as an ordinary person trying to make a living that made Yan Jiu feel a pang of pity.
The wealthy at least enjoy life, but people like the stall owner and auntie are forever trapped by life, so how can they enjoy it?
The stall owner's face bore the marks of time, fine beads of sweat glistened on her forehead, and her bright, spirited eyes reflected her indomitable spirit, though her back was bent under the weight of her burdens.
When Yan Jiu fell silent.
The stall owner shook her head repeatedly: "Don't misunderstand, I'm not questioning you, my daughter really likes you!"
Yan Jiu pursed her lips and said, "Auntie, we can pack up and go home early today. Also, we should trust science, and don't stop at intersections without traffic lights."
The stall owner, an older woman: "..."
On the one hand, it makes me believe in science.
They told me not to linger at the intersection.
Why does a perfectly normal sentence sound so mysterious?
The stall owner chuckled, looking completely bewildered, and said, "It's only 9:30 now, I can keep this stall open for a long time..."
Yan Jiu's eyes and brows were heavy with worry.
His dark pupils remained motionless.
Yan Jiu watched him quietly like that.
The stall owner's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, as if Yan Jiu had seen right through her.
A chill ran down her spine.
He rubbed his arms together.
Pack it up.
I watched as the stall owner pushed her cart away into the distance.
Yan Jiu didn't know why she was feeling down; she didn't like this gloomy feeling.
She decided to handle it the same way she had in her previous life.
Keep yourself so busy that you don't have time to overthink.
And that night.
Yan Jiu did not choose to start a live stream.
After skillfully opening Douyin (TikTok).
She casually clicked on the short video that caught her eye.
There are livestreamers who sell products late at night.
There are videos on appreciating ancient paintings.
There are video reports with accompanying text.
Yan Jiu lingered on the half-true, half-false reporter interview video, and saw a scene that made her feel even more heavy-hearted.
It was a natural disaster.
An unexpected disaster.
The victim was a 70-year-old man.
The mudslides following the torrential rain were like an insurmountable chasm, leaving a deadly scene on the mountain road in a neighboring province.
On the evening of October 17th, a heartbreaking accident occurred in Dongshan City, Province C, my country. Mr. Chang, a man in his seventies, was on his way to deliver mail containing tuition fees to left-behind children in a mountainous area when he was tragically caught in a mudslide… As of now, everyone is hoping for a miracle, and the search continues.
The camera did not capture detailed footage of the scene.
Shooting from a distance is a way of showing respect for Grandpa Chang.
The video shows the sunset.
The beautiful scenery of the past now hides a deep sadness.
Yan Jiu calculated that the old man was no longer alive.
What moved her most was the old man's deeds.
An elderly man with no education and out of touch with the times, suffering from a serious illness, endured the pain of scavenging his whole life, just to save up tuition fees for children in mountainous areas.
Heaven has a heart.
Grandpa Chang's story was finally reported, and a large number of netizens crowdfunded to help him recover.
Heaven was unintentional.
Just before Grandpa Chang was about to be free from his illness, he encountered an accident on his way to deliver the aid.
This is the mountain path he has climbed countless times.
It became his burial place.
An umbrella can protect you from the rain.
But it couldn't save a life.
This is so heartbreaking.
Why do good people still suffer?
May Heaven hear our sincere prayers, and may Grandpa Chang be blessed with good fortune; he will soon be healthy again, and his surgery is scheduled for tomorrow.
He poured love into the world, but never had the chance to feel the love the world returned to him.
Please stay safe.
[I'd give up 10 years of my life just to keep Grandpa Chang safe!]
I saw the comments under the video.
Yan Jiu felt as if a stone had been stuffed into her heart.
She couldn't type out the comment that the old man had passed away.
For no apparent reason.
Yan Jiu recalled her past life.
I thought of my master, who was a geomancer.
Yin-Yang Master is a folk term for someone who understands Yin and Yang, often referring to someone who is knowledgeable in Feng Shui, Bagua, Five Elements, and destiny, and who can predict fortune, misfortune, birth, aging, illness, and death for others.
When Yan Jiu was very young.
In general, people keep their distance from geomancers.
Most people are afraid.
And her master was such a good person that he was regretted even after his death. Tell me, who would be willing to shorten their lifespan to pray for rain after being attacked and driven to the end of the village by the villagers? Who would be hated by everyone, yet still pay out of their own pocket to help a few people get through a year of disaster?
Her master did it all.
But she couldn't do it.
These are all good things that are praised by the world.
However, it's simply not worth it to pour your heart and soul into something for someone who hates you.
Yan Jiu could understand, but she couldn't accept it.
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