"A dead man." My eyes were still glued to the middle-aged uncle, but I subconsciously responded to my brother.

Brother: "...you said...what?"

"Uh..." I was brought back to my senses by my brother's voice, and I laughed twice: "No, he is not considered dead yet, but his life has entered a countdown."

"Can you still see the longevity of human beings?" My brother looked at me in disbelief.

"No, I can only notice it when a person is infinitely close to the time of death."

"I don't think he's sick. How long does he have left?" My brother observed the middle-aged uncle for a long time and found nothing unusual, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Ten minutes." I saw the middle-aged uncle coming over with plain buns and milk tea, and I gave him a rare warm smile: "Thank you!"

The uncle also smiled very kindly: "I'll give you a side dish, please take it easy."

As the uncle spoke, he turned his head and showed a bright smile to his hard-working wife beside the stove. The atmosphere between the two was warm and beautiful.

Seeing this, the uncle's wife waved to him and pointed to a bowl of noodle soup beside the stove, as if saying: Old man, the noodles won't taste good when they are cold, eat them quickly.

The uncle looked happy and smiled sheepishly at my brother and me: "Then just use it slowly and call me if you need anything."

I drank the milk tea and nodded, looked at the couple with complicated eyes, and then sighed.

After the uncle greeted us, he hurriedly walked towards the stove.

"Ten, nine..." I held the milk tea and said dullly: "Four, three, two, one!"

As my voice landed, the middle-aged uncle who was still a few steps away from the stove suddenly froze, and then fell to the ground, knocking over a table that had not yet been cleared away, and the leftovers on the table.

All of this was dumped on the middle-aged uncle.

"Husband!" The uncle's wife's face changed drastically, and she staggered towards her husband.

A circle of people quickly formed around the two of us, but my brother and I sat there without moving.

My brother looked at me with a complicated expression. After a long time, he raised his hand and put the money on the table. Then he slapped my head and said, "Let's go."

I spit out the straw in my mouth, looked at the chaotic crowd, and sighed: "Let's go."

On the way back to the hotel, my brother saw that my pressure had been low and he couldn't help but comforted me: "It's not your fault."

I looked up in shock and saw my brother saying with a serious face: "Life and death are determined by destiny. You just know his predicted death date earlier than others. And... you idiot, since you know everything, next time

Don't get close to me, stay away from me, out of sight and out of mind."

"Xiao Ning, you foresee your death in advance, but in the end you can only watch. Isn't it hard?" The elder brother sighed, as if he had remembered something. He said sadly.

"It's okay." I avoided my brother's gaze and thought to myself: The most terrifying thing is those who have to personally send them on their way (such as those in resorts...).

"You still love to show off so much. I really admire you." My brother smiled and pointed at a four-story building in front of him: "Well, this is the hotel we stayed in last night."

There was a familiar bus parked in front of the hotel. I glanced at the license plate in surprise and murmured, "Isn't this the same bus that took us into the mountains during the holidays?"

"Huh?" My brother also looked over and said strangely: "Before we left in the morning, there was no such car..."

"Xiao Ning!?" My brother's words were interrupted by a sharp exclamation.

My brother and I frowned and looked back, and saw Chu Ying and Yang Guang holding breakfast in their hands, with obvious joy on their faces.
Chapter completed!