Chapter 118 A miserable life
After hearing what the host said, Chang Chunning and others looked up at Lin Zhixian.
Chang Chunning's eyes lit up. He had seen Lin Zhixian read Liang Jing's palm and the result was astonishing. He wondered if Lin Zhixian's palm reading for No. 8 would be as accurate as that for Liang Jing.
Lin Zhiya couldn't help but pinch her palms. She stared at Lin Zhixian, but her mind unconsciously recalled the scene at the Song family three months ago. In order to help Mrs. Song calculate the engagement ring, she used money and six-digit divination to calculate that the ring was still in the Song family. However, she couldn't find it after searching for a long time. However, Lin Zhixian defeated her in just five minutes.
Although the ring was indeed found in the Song family, she did not lose, but in everyone's eyes, she had already lost.
She still doesn't want to think back to the harsh words Mrs. Huang said to her at that time. Those days were the most embarrassing and saddest days in her life.
Now that Lin Zhixian has used her palmistry skills again, is it still as accurate as last time?
So is she going to lose to her again?
The last time she lost to her was at the Song family. At that time, there were only Mrs. Song, Zhou Jiexian, Mrs. Huang, and the servants of the Song family. She was indeed embarrassed, but at least the scope was relatively small, and she didn't completely lose, so it was embarrassing but bearable. But if she lost to her today, it would be in front of the entire Hong Kong city.
Thinking of this, Lin Zhiya wanted to step forward and stop Lin Zhixian.
No, Lin Zhiya said to herself, Lin Zhiya you have been smart since you were young, you have been learning fortune-telling from your father since you were young, your father said that your ability to tell fortunes about money is already good enough, you can’t lose to Lin Zhixian, you won’t lose to Lin Zhixian.
Don't be nervous, don't be afraid, just give it your all.
Lin Zhiya consoled herself several times before she calmed down, but she couldn't get back to her own rhythm immediately, and her eyes still couldn't help but fall on Lin Zhixian.
Lin Zhixiansi ignored all these looks and came to No. 8. "Hello, I want to read your palm. Can you please give me your left hand?"
No. 8 was a little slow to react. It took him a while to come back to his senses and he raised his left hand tremblingly.
Lin Zhixian stretched out his hand: "I'm sorry."
She held up the old man's hands with both of her own. Those were a pair of weathered, skinny hands, with all the years and all the hardships engraved on them.
Lin Zhixian took a deep breath, stared at the old man's palm, and moved the golden finger. Soon, an image appeared in front of him.
In 1923, in a poor and backward village, a baby boy was born, bringing joy to a family.
The boy grew up in poverty and war. When he was 15, he married his childhood sweetheart arranged by his parents. Half a year later, the national army came to their village to recruit soldiers, and the boy, who was not even 16 years old, was taken away in a daze, bidding farewell to his parents and his wife who was three months pregnant.
Without much time to adjust, the boy was soon on the battlefield. The smoke of the battlefield scared him to death. He cried and fired at the same time, dazed and stumbling as he charged behind the veterans. Shells blew past his ears several times and he was injured sometimes. Every time this happened, he missed his parents and wife especially.
Gradually, he adapted to the life of a soldier, but he was still afraid of fighting and missed his parents and wife back home. He wanted to go home to see them and wanted to know whether his wife had given him the son or daughter he had been longing for.
He was usually reluctant to eat or wear, and wanted to save his wages to send back home, hoping that his parents and wife would have a better life. Finally, a year later, he received a letter from home saying that his wife had given birth to a big fat son, and he jumped for joy.
But he soon got news from his fellow villagers that the Japanese invaders passed through their village and massacred everyone in the village, including his parents and wife.
He felt his heart broken at the time. When he saw the Japanese, his eyes went red with anger. He no longer cared about his own life or death. He just wanted to kill all these beasts to avenge his parents and wife.
For many years afterwards, he was like a walking corpse, with only enemies in his eyes and the only thought in his heart was to kill the devils.
Don't be afraid of getting hurt, just keep going after you recover.
He just wanted revenge and to drive these invaders out of his home.
In this way, they charged and killed the enemy, were injured and rested, and continued to charge and kill the enemy. Finally, they drove the invaders out of their homeland.
At that moment he finally couldn't help crying.
He finally avenged his parents and wife, but they were gone forever.
Later, a civil war broke out, and he followed the army on a ship to the island province, leaving his motherland forever. Not long after he arrived in the island province, his old injury relapsed and he retired from the army. Later, he married a widow who also lost her husband in the war. They had children, and their life seemed to have settled down.
But fate did not favor them.
When the eldest son was five years old, he had a high fever and was not treated in time, and he became a fool ever since.
His back suddenly bent, and in the years that followed, he and his wife gave birth to five or six children, each of whom grew up and asked him for food. He could do nothing but charge forward and kill the enemy. He was illiterate, had no skills, and had no business acumen. He could only do hard work for others. His life was really too hard, and his wife became more and more dissatisfied, and her temper became more and more irritable. Fortunately, she managed the home in order. He knew that he was sorry for his wife, so he gave his monthly salary to his wife, and his wife made all the decisions at home.
He always thought that everything would be fine once the children grew up, but he didn't know that even greater disasters were waiting for them when the children grew up.
His little daughter was pretty, cute, well-behaved and sensible, and he loved her deeply. However, when she was 16 years old, she was bullied by her classmates. However, he did not want to worry his parents, so he endured everything silently. However, he underestimated the evil of human nature. Finally, one day, his daughter was raped by a group of students and they took pictures of her. His daughter could not bear such a blow and finally chose to commit suicide by jumping off the building.
His memory of his daughter forever turned into a pool of blood on the concrete floor.
Before he could figure out why his daughter committed suicide, he received bad news about his second son.
It turned out that the second son finally learned the truth about his sister's suicide. In a rage of hatred, he stabbed to death all the beasts who led the bullying and humiliation of his daughter. In the end, he himself was sentenced to death.
His wife couldn't bear the blow and fell ill, and he himself aged overnight.
He ran around to plead for his son, hoping to save his life, but in the end he watched his second son being shot to death.
But he couldn't fall down, because he had a wife lying in the hospital bed, a foolish eldest son, and children who were about to grow up waiting for him to take care of.
He could only suppress his grief and continue to move forward hesitantly.