When Jiang Azi led everyone to find Yan Jiu along the way, Yan Jiu was squatting next to Na Jialuo, muttering to herself.
"Let me test you. Write an argumentative essay praising me. Requirements: Choose your own theme, style (except poetry), title, no plagiarism, and at least 800 words."
Nagalu: "..." You might as well just kill me!
Yan Jiu looked heartbroken and got more and more excited as she spoke: "Technology has become more widespread, after all, you've even learned to use smoke grenades to escape. But you can't even write a primary school essay. Tell me, do you think we still need to make 12 years of compulsory education universal?"
Nagara was so provoked that she fainted, and was slapped several times by Yan, the educator, but she didn't utter a sound.
Everyone: She could have just taken action directly, but she still pretended to ask a few questions.
Jiang Azi suddenly felt a little melancholy.
She had indeed underestimated the curator's power.
On the way here.
Jiang Azi was still worried about whether Yan Jiu could win the fight.
She should have known that Yan Jiu was no ordinary person when Yan Jiu said those nonsensical things.
Ma Weiwei overheard Jiang Azi's mutterings.
She leaned against his back, completely exhausted.
Ma Weiwei asked, "What did you say?"
Jiang Azi recalled the scene of meeting Yan Jiu.
Not long ago.
When she arrived at the unfinished building by taxi.
Yan Jiu was squatting on the ground counting ants with a heavy expression.
Accompanied by a terrifying atmosphere.
Jiang Azi really wanted to tell a ghost story to fit the occasion.
But she held back.
She wasn't sure if Yan Jiu came because something important had happened.
Jiang Azi nudged Yan Jiu: "Ajiu, what are we doing here in the middle of the night?"
Yan Jiu: "Originally, it was to save people."
Jiang Azi: "And now?"
Yan Jiu: "Let evil be exposed under the sunflowers."
Jiang Azi: "..." Uh, you mean exposed to sunlight, right?
Seeing Yan Jiu's serious expression.
Jiang Azi sighed heavily.
He silently turned his back.
They called the nearest mental hospital.
The call hasn't gone through yet.
Yan Jiu's face appeared beside Jiang Azi: "What are you doing behind my back?"
Jiang Azi quickly hung up and said in a serious tone, "The package has arrived. I'm afraid our situation will frighten the deliveryman again, so I'm planning to have him leave the package at the Caiji Station."
Yan Jiu crossed his arms and watched Jiang Azi spout nonsense.
He smiled.
Turn around and look at the unfinished building not far away.
There was only one house with light shining from it.
She also arrived here after that.
Just as they parted the thin mist that shrouded the old woman's fate, they discovered that her luck had also been taken away.
Not long before Jiang Azi arrived.
Yan Jiu had calculated it carefully.
They deduced that the old woman's death tonight was not simple.
She didn't know what to do.
It was an opportunity to seize the long-hidden thief of destiny.
Or perhaps we should try to prolong the old woman's life.
But no matter how much she continues...
The old woman was like a withered lamp or a dying candle.
Everything must eventually pass away.
Yan Jiu inexplicably recalled her master's teachings.
Helping good people prolong their lives was all she could do, so why didn't she do her best?
Just when she knew what to do.
The old woman came out carrying a lantern and picking flowers.
He was carrying a flashlight.
The flower I picked was a sunflower.
The hunched-over person finally stopped in front of Yan Jiu.
The old woman smiled kindly: "The big dog told me that guests had come to visit, but I didn't believe it at first."
Yan Jiu pursed her lips.
Look behind the old woman.
The kittens and puppies followed him everywhere.
The old woman is their guardian spirit.
They also seem to be the old woman's guardians.
Yan Jiu opened her mouth.
Just as I was about to say something.
The old woman shook her head: "I know my time is coming to an end. Children from afar, please don't worry about me."
She felt completely relieved.
It seemed that no amount of grief could shake her in the slightest.
She embraces happiness.
She still accepted the pain.
The old woman said she knew she was about to leave behind the joys of life.
But Yan Jiu knew this was wrong.
The old woman should have had a happy family and enjoyed her old age in peace. But the fate that did not belong to her presented her with the nectar of death, which would make her life wither and fade like a flower branch. This was not the old woman's destiny.
Yan Jiu felt a tightness and pain in her chest.
She didn't know what to say.
The old woman noticed Yan Jiu's predicament.
She lowered her head.
He touched the deformed kitten in his pocket.
As the old woman spoke, she looked up at Yan Jiu and said, "I believe in cause and effect. Look, you've come, haven't you?"
Upon hearing this...
Yan Jiu was stunned for several seconds.
The old woman said, "Your appearance means everything."
She handed the sunflower in her hand to Yan Jiu.
Yan Jiu took the budding crimson flower and carefully held its pale red stem, afraid of damaging it.
The old woman offered her heartfelt blessings: "May the fragrance of this flower awaken you from the darkness, and may the sunshine be with you."
Yan Jiu's lips moved slightly.
In the end, he didn't say anything.
She brought the flower closer and smelled it.
The faint floral fragrance seemed to take her back to her past life, back to her childhood when her master and senior brothers were still alive.
It was so beautiful.
When Yan Jiu came to her senses.
The old woman has left.
Only the flowers symbolize that the old woman had once been here.
Yan Jiu tucked the flower into her pocket.
Close your eyes and feel the mystery here.
She will make those who commit evil pay the same price.
Before Jiang Azi arrived.
Yan Jiucai counted the ants.
Even ants have their own lives, so how can human lives be bound by malicious rules?
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