Chapter 690: The Story Within the Story Extra Episode Finale
"Are you really willing to pay any price to beg her back?"
"I do."
"No regrets?"
“I will never regret it.”
"Nothing owed, nothing wronged, no meeting. You were never meant to be with her. If you insist on going against the will of heaven, then it depends on whether heaven is willing to give you a chance to be perfect."
"One flower blooms on one tree, and there are three thousand ways. You and she are not from the same tree or lineage. If there is no debt, you will not meet. If there is a debt, you will naturally meet again."
Chen Lang knew that he was destined to face this disaster, but he never expected that it would be a crazy man holding a gun to his head.
Everyone in Hong Kong who knew a little bit of Taoism was harmed by this man.
There are things that are impossible to do, and things that go against the will of heaven.
However, he was also a man with a bad temper. Being treated so rudely by a junior, he naturally had to teach him a lesson.
He kowtowed three times and nine times, and traveled all over the world before he gave him some pointers.
"The person you are seeking is destined to die young. He has the wealth of the ocean water in his destiny, but he also violates the water taboo. Water represents wealth, and he died because of water (wealth). The fate is determined by the eight characters. If you want to change your fate, you must control water."
"A man who controls water has no relatives to rely on. Do you know what relatives are?" After asking, Chen Lang felt that it was unnecessary. Men with this kind of unlucky fate never recognize their relatives.
Zhao Sheng spoke in a cold voice, each word jumping out of his throat, "No matter what the cost, I just want to see her again."
Chen Lang sighed again, "I have been observing the celestial phenomena day and night recently and figured out the most appropriate method. According to the positions of the seven stars in the sky, you need to find the island corresponding to the tip of the star spoon. Build a temple on it and bury her life tablet and items related to her to accumulate merits for her to prolong her life."
"The rest is up to God's will."
"How do I know if you are kidding me?" The man's eyebrows were tired and cold, and his words seemed plain, but contained a threat.
"Anyway, that's all I have to say. It's up to you whether you believe it or not. You have a strong destiny and are good at bringing bad luck to others. If you owe too much debt to the underworld, it will be counted on the people close to you."
Chen Lang had long been fed up with this madman and was becoming impatient. He thought it was fate if he couldn't survive this disaster.
On a sunny day, a muffled thunder exploded, and soon three more thunders struck in succession.
"Okay, go ahead."
Zhao Sheng looked at his half-white hair, knowing that he had tried his best, and turned his head back to his obsession.
…
The Hong Kong market seems to have returned to normal, and people's emotions are no longer on the same page.
Those who survive must move forward.
The young master of the Ding family, who lost his lover, shot the culprit three times and buried him with him. As for the instigator, the two of them would fight to the death for the rest of their lives.
One black and one white restrain each other.
It's a day to wander around the world, and it's another day to stick to the rules.
This incident actually eased the relationship between Ding Yan and Ding Li. In the past, they always brooded over the past and refused to let it go.
But once you lose your father and blood relatives in this world, you will truly be alone.
What Tuniu said is right, it is a blessing to have family members who love each other.
When the day comes when I am really left alone with no relatives or friends, I will be like her, eating alone, celebrating holidays alone, and doing everything alone.
If no one cares, maybe no one will remember you even if you die.
Occasionally, when someone thinks of her, they will just say, "Lin Yiyi? The name sounds familiar."
"She died several years ago."
"What a pity, he died at such a young age."
"What's so sad about this? There must be something hateful about pitiful people. It's just fate."
…
Time flies, and decades pass by in a flash.
That accident has long been forgotten.
It seems that Zhao Sheng is the only persistent person.
In the eighth year after Lin Yiyi's death, Ding Li got married and had children. With the company and love of his parents, the pain he once felt had long dissipated with the passage of time.
His wife is the daughter of his mother’s good friend, six years younger than him, and also a schoolmate.
She has a pair of almond-shaped eyes that roll around and light up when she sees gemstones. She is coquettish, cute, and has some baby fat.
The ancient painting of Beauty Under the Moon depicts the past, so it can only remain in the past and is only suitable for collection.
…
Time flies, days and months pass by like an arrow.
Zhao Sheng had been looking forward to seeing her again, but even when he was old and gray, he still hadn't seen her.
He seemed to have long forgotten what she looked like and how she sounded.
He couldn't remember anything about her.
But he still waited for her day after day.
If old man Chen Lang hadn't died early, he would have skinned him alive.
What a bullshit about changing one's fate. He is now so old that he is lying in a hospital bed with a ventilator and has not even lived to see the day when his fate can be changed.
He was fooled by him.
On a sunny morning, Zhong Jiasheng, a political figure who had been influential in Hong Kong for nearly half a century, passed away at the age of 77. On the day of the funeral, there was an endless stream of people attending to pay their respects.
When they were looking at his appearance, everyone had a serious look on their faces, except for the children who didn't understand the separation of life and death, who seemed to be seeing something strange. "Hey, Mommy, there's a crescent on the back of this grandpa's hand?"
"Shh! Be quiet and don't talk nonsense."
"Hmph~"
…
In 2005, a children’s hospital in China.
The midwife picked up a newborn baby boy and hung him upside down to spank him, but the baby was like a stone, neither crying nor moving.
No matter how stunned she was, she never cried.
"It's strange, he's still stubborn."
The baby boy was born with a mark on the back of his hand. It was blurry and bloody, and it seemed like it was caused by the use of a birthing clamp, which punctured the back of his hand.
In the end it doesn't have much impact.
In the blink of an eye it was 2009.
Lin Yiyi, who was only seven years old, had two small pigtails. She was fat and dark and not very likable. No one wanted to play with her even when she sat on the bench.
The house was noisy and mom and dad started quarreling and smashing things again.
Fortunately, a new family moved into the neighborhood.
There was a little boy who often came to see her, but he was fat and short, and she couldn't even get up on the seesaw when playing with him.
Just when I was thinking about the little one, the short and stocky one came running over again, "Sister, sister Yi Yi, do you want some ice cream?"
"Eat it, Little Moon, do you have money to buy it?"
"Yes, for you~" The little guy spoke in a babyish voice. He was three years younger than her and foolishly always gave her pocket money.
I bought a small pudding for one dollar, and the brother and sister sat on the stairs, taking turns to eat it.
"Sister, can you kiss me?"
"Little Moon, go away."
Lin Pianpian, who refused to admit his mistake after eating the ice cream, ran home and got two big apples.
"Here, it's for you and Auntie."
The fat little boy who just turned four years old held the clothes in his pocket and sat next to her with a flattering look on his face, "Thank you, sister."
He loves playing with his sister.
Although his sister didn't like him very much, always complaining that he was too short and couldn't push her on the swing or play on the seesaw with her, he would definitely try his best to eat more food and drink more milk.
Soon I will be like Sister Yi Yi.
The summer vacation passed quickly and slowly.
Just wait until suddenly one day.
Everything has changed.
A strange uncle asked a question, and Lin Yiyi foolishly did a good deed and helped point the door. Not only did she get a lollipop, she also got praise from the uncle.
The concept of right and wrong was strangled in its infancy.
The younger brother with the moon on the back of his hand never appeared again.
The mother and son who were abused at home and moved to a new city with their son became a nightmare because of her good deeds.
Later, as she grew older, Lin Yiyi finally realized the mistakes she had made.
She lived in guilt for a long time.
It seems that since then, there has been no sweetness in life, only bitterness and tears.
She was clearly a human being, but she became a stray cat under the eaves.
Get a little alms today, and steal some stale rice and vegetables tomorrow.
Her original parents became uncles and aunts, and she became a debt collector who was thrown out of the door.
Fortunately, a few years passed in this confusion. After her uncle and aunt remarried and started their own families, Lin Yiyi's life got better.
A person lives in an old house, and as the seasons change, spring goes and autumn comes, wherever the suitcase is dragged, that is home.
Later on, the old house was gone.
Her home is just the dormitory.
Because of the difficult situation, the ignorant mutual crush in his youth became Lin Yiyi's bargaining chip to exchange for the female academic notebook.
Between the future and the present, of course, choose the future.
Fortunately, Lin Yiyi's luck turned around. After unremitting efforts, she successfully became the best among the art exam candidates and was admitted by meeting the admission requirement for the first time.
Because the school is a public one, many people don't dare to apply even though they only score a few or ten points higher.
She had no other options anyway, and if she applied to a private school, no one would probably pay her tuition.
Make up your mind and fill it out boldly.
Then I was successfully admitted.
More than ten years of miserable life as a poor man seemed to have come to an abrupt end.
She made some money from selling clothes by relying on her beauty and gradually saved some money.
But fate always seems to play tricks on us.
The savings that Lin Yiyi saved by living frugally and was reluctant to spend slipped away quietly when she stayed up late reading novels and got hypoglycemia the next morning.
“Boom—”
"Help come quickly, someone fell into the fountain pool!" The cleaning lady shouted for help while holding a big broom.
But when they surrounded it, there was nothing inside except ripples and a backpack at the bottom.
"Where is the person? Isn't it just a backpack?"
"Auntie, did you see it wrong?"
"I... I didn't see it wrong!"
"Where's that person? You must be dazzled."
"No, I really saw someone sitting on the edge of this platform. Look, this backpack is the evidence!"
Several people argued back and forth, but they didn't find anyone in the half-leg-high pool.
All I had was a backpack with my cell phone and student ID in it.
…
“Gurgle gurgle!”
The river water flowed into her stomach through her mouth and nose, and Lin Yiyi choked on another large mouthful of water.
Because of hypoglycemia, she was unable to exert any strength and was gradually losing consciousness.
Suddenly, a nimble figure rushed into the river and fished the person out of the river.
Lin Yiyi was pressed awake, and before she could see the person in front of her clearly, he pressed her chest again, causing pain, and she almost couldn't breathe.
The surroundings were noisy and the chattering made her ears hurt. She looked at a group of people dressed as refugees in a trance. Was she dreaming?
Seeing that she woke up, the dark-faced man let her lean on his legs and helped her pull up her collar to hide some traces.
But I didn't expect her to pinch my waist hard.
“Squeak!”
Zhao Sheng was suddenly pinched and angrily let go and pushed her away.
"It's better to live a miserable life than to die. Why jump into the river in the middle of winter? Your negative thinking will delay everyone's work time."
Where did this iron-hearted bastard come from?
Who jumped into the river?
What kind of work?
......
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