The prophet said
Shuixi walked to the door of Song Shiwen's hospital room. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a few people inside. She thought to herself, this family is really strange. Even when their child is dying, they're still making him restless. She glanced inside and saw the phone ringing. Shuixi answered it while looking over.
The call was from Ming Yan.
"He'an seems to be not right. Do you know what happened to it? Shuixi, I think it's going to die."
Shuixi squinted fiercely. He Ai was seriously injured, so he sent him back to his body to recuperate. He Ai must have been worried about Fang Zhou and had escaped without permission, only to be caught by Ming Yan.
"It had an accident while you were away. It's okay, boss. Just let it sleep in my room for a while. Don't worry about it. Cats have nine lives."
"Is Fang Zhou okay? Why isn't she here?" Ming Yan asked. "He'an is very attached to his owner, so why is Fang Zhou nowhere to be seen? Did you leave your sister alone in the store? You should have taken her with you, or found someone else to take care of her!"
Shuixi didn't know how to cover up the lie, so she could only answer, "Fang Zhou also had an accident and is in the hospital, but she's out of danger."
The voice on the phone immediately became angry. Shuixi put the phone away and turned his head, just in time to see what was happening in the ward.
"Boss, don't bother you, I can take care of her myself."
"It's always inconvenient between siblings, so I came here. I was supposed to go on a date, but I didn't really want to go. I'm going to take care of Fang Zhou."
Before Shuixi could refuse, Ming Yan hung up the phone. He felt the young boy's gaze in the ward focused on him again, so he looked over.
Their eyes met.
The boy was no more than sixteen or seventeen, dressed in the neat uniform of a high-end school, but it was hard to tell which school he attended. He was like a delicate flower, swaying brightly in the ward filled with the aura of death, his vitality extremely strong.
Most people, especially young children like him, would be terrified when seeing Shuixi, avoid her gaze, or take a detour. But this person was different, smiling brightly as he caught Shuixi's eye.
"Mr. Xiao Feng, how is my child? Is he getting better?" Song Shiwen's mother and other elders surrounded the young boy, trying to divert his attention.
Mr. Xiao Feng? What kind of demons, monsters, oxen, horses, monkeys, and snakes had Song Shiwen's family invited over again? Shuixi didn't have time to eavesdrop anymore. He turned around and hurriedly left the hospital. Now, there was something even more infuriating that needed to be dealt with.
Feng Liang walked over to Song Shiwen and took his hand. On that hand was still a frayed red string, the amulet that Wen Jie had once given him.
"He's got someone to protect him, he'll be fine."
After hearing this, Song Shiwen's mother and the other two elders breathed a sigh of relief, burst into tears of joy, and cried bitterly.
Feng Liang was a famous prophet. Whatever he said would definitely come true.
The door to Shanyou Fusu's shop was half-closed. Mingyan's handbag lay on the table. His translucent body, scorched by the sun, opened his dying eyes. Shuixi ignored him and anxiously asked, "Where is Mingyan?" Unable to wait for an answer, he hurried upstairs and downstairs, searching everywhere. Mingyan's scent was mingled with the pungent odor of a man.
Ming Yan hung up the phone, clearly due to an external force. Shui Xi judged that the external force came from her fiancé, whom Ming Yan had admired since childhood.
Ming Yan is independent and strong, has his own opinions, and is a man of his word. He will never treat himself unfairly, but he is full of idol filters towards the man with the clip-shaped voice, and he is always wronged and tries to please him.
Now, I don’t know what happened to them.
Before Shuixi left, he glanced at He'an once more, a look that spoke volumes. He hadn't felt this nervous and fearful in years. Once he developed feelings for someone, his composure would inexplicably become paralyzed. He hadn't imagined caring so much about such a fragile being. He'd thought that besides He'an, there was nothing else he wanted to protect.
Following the scent, Shuixi arrived at the door of a hotel room. He knocked, only to hear the dull thud of furniture falling and heavy objects hitting the ground, followed by Mingyan's scream.
The door was broken open. Shuixi locked onto the man who was committing violence.
It is Ming Yan.
She was frightened and drugged, her eyes were blurry, and she broke her fiancé's leg with the iron horse in her hand.
The man was shirtless, with only a bath towel wrapped around his lower body.
Shuixi quickly walked over to Mingyan, hugged her with one arm, and kicked the disgusting naked man a few more times in anger. Her chest heaved like waves.
He thought of the spirit of the young master, dead for over two thousand years, returning to the world. He thought of how, in order to protect that damned young master, he hadn't immediately rescued Fang Zhou, causing her to be seriously injured and He Ai to suffer a great loss of vitality, and now he held a grudge against him. He thought of Wen Jie's threats, of Hui Zifeng's suspicions, of how he had still been servile and subservient to that person to this day. He thought of the man before him who had deceived Ming Yan, who could not tolerate any sand in his eyes...
Shuixi hated this series of events.
He had no place to vent his hatred and no one to talk to, so he took it all out on this man.
"You two? It turns out you two have been secretly colluding with each other for a long time, ugh!"
The man tried to spit out the blood in his mouth. Shuixi misunderstood him and kicked him in the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious. He also planned to settle Mingyan and wake him up to settle the score.
Ming Yan looked at him with his gradually losing consciousness face, and reached out to gently stroke Shui Xi's chest.
"That's enough, Shuixi, don't be angry, that's enough."
Shuixi couldn't say a word, but tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart. In the blink of an eye, her eyes turned red. She picked her up horizontally and carried her away from here in an extremely rude and punitive manner without Mingyan's consent.
Mingyan was also admitted to the hospital. Hui Zifeng sat on a bench in the hallway, watching his secretary constantly making phone calls, smiling at the doctor, asking about his condition, and tending to three patients at once. Shuixi was standing beside him, leaning against the wall.
"What's got you into trouble lately?" Hui Zifeng asked casually while doodling on his tablet. "Don't tell me you were involved in Song Shiwen's affairs."
Shuixi said coldly, "Wenjie told you?"
"He didn't say anything." Hui Zifeng glanced at the door of Song Shiwen's ward. The man named Feng Liang just came out. Hui Zifeng lowered his voice and said, "He said it, the prophet."
Hui Zifeng didn't believe that this was really happening, and when he spoke of the "prophet", his tone was filled with cold mockery.
Seeing Feng Liang walking towards Hui Zifeng, Shui Xi played the role of a professional bodyguard, standing between the two of them and looking down at the young boy.
Feng Liang's innocent and clear eyes were filled with a polite smile. He extended his hand to Shui Xi, "Hello, I'm Feng Liang. I also work for the Hui family now. We are colleagues."
"You look so young, you are still in school, right? You don't know anything, I don't know what you can do?" Shui Xi looked back at Hui Zifeng, and seeing that he didn't express anything, he questioned without any politeness.
"Your horoscope can even avert Young Master Hui's misfortune. Is my ability to predict the future so unreliable?" Feng Liang asked innocently yet angrily. "Besides, Brother Shuixi is probably only a year or two older than me. He shouldn't know much more than me, right, Young Master Hui? Didn't Mr. Hui mention that I was coming?"
Hui Zifeng then glanced at him politely and replied perfunctorily, "No." He said no more.
A hint of provocation lurked beneath his innocent face. Shuixi didn't argue with the young man. "This is the first time I've heard of this. Would you mind demonstrating your prophetic abilities?"
Feng Liang unabashedly rolled his eyes up and down, examining Shuixi's face several times. He looked left and right, and when no one else heard him, he leaned closer and said, "You're not human."
This sentence caught Hui Zifeng's attention. He felt that his brother was too rude and insulted others at will.
Seeing that the master and servant shared the same hatred for the enemy, Feng Liang restrained himself a little, showing a look of fear and cowardice, which made Hui Zifeng feel ashamed.
"Actually, to be precise, I'm not a prophet." Feng Liang expressed some distress, as if he had been troubled by this for a long time. "I just see the essence through the phenomenon..."
Hui Zifeng wasn't interested. Shuixi kept pushing Feng Liang away with a defensive and dismissive attitude. Although Shuixi was certain that this young child was just an ordinary human, his intelligence was not ordinary. Such people were always very dangerous.
Feng Liang knew his explanation wasn't convincing. He'd thought Hui Zifeng was a bit different, but instead of being "intelligent," he was completely "cold-hearted." No, it would be more accurate to say that people like him were inherently cold and apathetic.
"It's just that I can see farther than most people," Feng Liang continued indifferently. He caught a glimpse of Hui Zifeng's painting. At first glance, it looked like an autumn scene on the mountain, a chaotic mass of thorns huddled together, seemingly without any pattern. But upon closer inspection, it seemed like a world within a single flower, containing multiple images. Feng Liang was startled. "Oh! Master Hui, this person is..."
Hui Zifeng paused while writing, not knowing what to think for a moment. When he looked up, he saw a dazed face, with eyes full of expectation for an answer.
Feng Liang's sense of superiority was satisfied, and he smiled lightly, "Pointing behind him, the person in the painting, is she?"
The three of them looked forward. The corridor was silent, and Fang Zhou's footsteps were also silent. She was like a cloud transformed into a human form, moving lightly, holding on to the wall, trying to put her ear close to the wall, hoping to hear something.
What is she looking for?
She heard someone calling her name in her sleep, so she tried to wake up and follow the voice. But now she couldn't hear it. Had someone called her name like this before? She couldn't remember. Whenever someone called her name, she couldn't wait to be close to that person, to pretend that she still had a purpose in this world.
What is Hui Zifeng looking for?
His paintings weren't meant to depict people. They were simply a jumble of lines piecing together a feeling within. How could Feng Liang see a person in them? Hui Zifeng, unmoved by Shuixi's sister, lowered his head to ponder the painting. As he looked, he felt as if he were trapped in a maze. Gradually, amidst the layers of complex lines, he finally discerned a face.
If the face of the girl in yellow in Mr. Ichihashi's adoptive father's painting were clear, it would probably look like this. If he once again recalled the melody of his childhood, the various traces he found from various places, Mr. Zhao Yuwei's ancient characters, those unpictured signals, combined with the painting in his hands, a strong desire prompted Hui Zifeng to believe that the missing piece of his soul was Fang Zhou.
But Fang Zhou is Shuixi's sister.
How could it be a human being? When a fairy is born, she becomes a human being, just like any other person.
Hui Zifeng's upbringing did not allow him to look at Fang Zhou any longer. He secretly suppressed the impulse in his heart. After denying this feeling, he regained his sanity and thought that Feng Liang was just a clever liar. He used psychological suggestion to make himself urgently believe that he had obtained the answer that was confirmed by others.
But how did Feng Liang know that he was looking for a "person" who could not possibly exist?
"I saw it." Feng Liang's eyes followed Fang Zhou as she walked into Song Shiwen's ward. "Song Shiwen will be saved."
Feng Liang shared with Hui Zifeng and Shui Xi in surprise, "Song Shiwen will be rescued! Don't worry! He will definitely be rescued."
However, Hui Zifeng and Shui Xi were indifferent and did not believe Feng Liang's unfounded "prophecy". However, the family members of the patients in the ward, who were already in dire straits, were awakened from their numbness and dullness as if by lightning. They surrounded Feng Liang and asked him to repeat himself.
"He will be saved. Believe me, he will wake up safely and alive and well. I saw it."
Feng Liang looked at the girl's back again, but before he could reach her, he was blocked by Shui Xi.
Song Shiwen's mother and his aunts and grandmothers all thanked Feng Liang.
"Why did you just say you couldn't make a conclusion? Mr. Xiao Feng, is that true?"
"Things that are bound to happen are prophecies. Things that are not going to happen, I'm sorry, I can't make them come true."
After hearing this, several family members were even more grateful and believed that their child had come back to life. They cried and laughed and couldn't wait to go to the ward to see him.
Hui Zifeng's face turned pale. He despised the charlatan's behavior. He was clearly a young child, yet he was so deceitful in matters of life and death. But he kept his mouth shut. It was a good thing for him that Song Shiwen had woken up. He also wanted to know the source of the poem!
Shuixi looked at Hui Zifeng. As soon as their eyes met, Shuixi decided what to do, and Hui Zifeng did not object. Shuixi turned around and saw Fang Zhou, who had just been squeezed by those aunts and had a headache and body pain, and was leaning against the door frame to watch. He calmly ordered, "Fang Zhou, go back to your ward."
"Hmm?" She was reluctant. She clearly heard the voice coming from this ward.
"Go back to where you came from." Shuixi said fiercely, "Do you want me to be angry with you?"
Fang Zhou had no choice but to return the same way he came, holding on to the wall.
"It's your turn next." Shuixi gave Feng Liang a kind smile, but Feng Liang felt a chill on his back.
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