The stall owner's aunt was shocked: "Are you Yan Jiu? That magical anchor who is rumored on the Internet?"

After paying the money, Yan Jiu paused.

He turned around and looked at the stall owner.

System panel: [Ding!

Inspection object: stinky tofu stall owner,

Remarks:Quality customers,

Mortality rate: 86%,

Time of death: After returning home from setting up a stall for the 709th time,

The host is advised to pay attention immediately!】

System: [Uh, how many times has she set up a stall? 】

Yan Jiu rolled his eyes.

Calculate silently.

No more, no less.

Today is exactly the 709th time.

Yan Jiu also figured out that the stall owner's aunt encountered a car accident when she was returning home.

Maybe it was the stall aunt's simple smile, or maybe it was the stall aunt's fact that she was an ordinary person, but she had to work hard to make a living, which made Yan Jiu unbearable.

Rich people at least enjoy life, but people like stall owners are always trapped in life, so how can they enjoy it?

The stall owner's face showed the vicissitudes of time, with beads of sweat oozing out from her forehead. Her eyes were bright and lively, showing her unyielding attitude towards life. Her back was bent under the weight of the burden.

When Yan Jiu fell into silence.

The stall owner's aunt shook her head repeatedly: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not questioning you, my daughter really likes you!"

Yan Jiu pursed her lips and said: "Auntie, you can close the stall early and go home early today. Also, we must believe in science, and don't stop at intersections without traffic lights."

The stall owner’s aunt: “…”

Let me believe in science.

Please don't stop me at the crossroads.

Why does a good sentence sound so mysterious?

The stall owner smiled happily and said with confusion: "It's only 9:30, I can still wait for a long time..."

The corners of Yan Jiu's eyes and brows were heavy.

The dark pupils remained motionless.

Yan Jiu looked at him quietly like this.

The stall owner's aunt's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, she always felt that something about her had been thoroughly seen through by Yan Jiu.

A chill ran down her back.

He rubbed his arms.

Pack it up.

Watching the stall owner pushing the cart away.

Yan Jiu didn't know why her mood was low. She didn't like this depressing feeling.

She decided to deal with it the same way as in her previous life.

Keep yourself too busy to think about random things.

And this night.

Yan Jiu did not choose to start a live broadcast.

After you become proficient in opening Douyin.

She randomly clicked on the short video she saw.

There are anchors who bring goods late at night.

There are videos on appreciating ancient paintings.

There is a video report with accompanying text.

Yan Jiu stopped at the half-truth and half-false reporter's interview video and saw a scene that made her feel even heavier.

It's a natural disaster.

An unforeseen disaster.

The victim was an old man in his seventies.

The mudslide after heavy rain is like an uncrossable gutter, leaving a death on the mountain road in Linzhou.

[On the evening of October 17, a heart-wrenching accident occurred in Dongshan City, Province C, my country. Grandpa Chang, a 70-year-old man, was delivering mail containing school fees to left-behind children in mountainous areas. Unfortunately, he encountered a mudslide on the way..., so far , everyone is expecting a miracle to happen, and the search is still continuing.】

The camera did not capture the scene in detail.

Long shot shooting is a tribute to Grandpa Chang.

The sunset in the video.

The beautiful scenery of the past is lurking in sadness.

Yan Jiu calculated that the old man was no longer alive.

What touched her emotions the most was the old man's deeds.

An old man with no education and out of step with the times was seriously ill and endured the pain of scavenging all his life, just to save a sum of tuition for the children in the mountainous area.

God has a heart.

Grandpa Chang's deeds were finally reported, and a large number of netizens raised funds to pay for Grandpa Chang's recovery.

God is also unintentional.

Just before Grandpa Chang was about to escape from the disease, he encountered an accident on the way to send financial aid.

This mountain road he has climbed countless times.

It became his burial place.

Umbrellas can hold up on rainy days.

But it can't support a single life.

【So heart-wrenching.】

[Why do good people still suffer from disasters?]

[May God hear our sincere prayers, and wish Grandpa Chang a good man and good fortune. He will be healthy soon, and the surgery will be scheduled for tomorrow.]

[He threw his love into the world, but he had no chance to feel the love the world gave him back.]

【You must be safe.】

[I am willing to shorten my life by 10 years in exchange for Grandpa Chang’s peace!]

See the comments under the video.

Yan Jiu felt as if a stone had been shoved into her heart.

She couldn't type the comment that the old man was dead.

Inexplicable.

Yan Jiu thought of her past life.

I remembered my master who was Mr. Yin Yang.

Mr. Yin and Yang is a folk name for those who know Yin and Yang. It mostly refers to a type of person who understands Feng Shui, Bagua, Five Elements, and Numerology, and can predict misfortunes, good fortune, birth, old age, illness, and death.

When Yan Jiu was very young.

Most of the people keep a respectful distance from Mr. Yin Yang.

Most people are afraid.

And her master was such a good person that he was regretted after his death. Who would be willing to sacrifice his life to pray for him after being punished by the villagers and living at the end of the village? Who would be hated by everyone and still pay for it out of his own pocket?

A few people survive the disaster years?

Her master did it all.

But she couldn't do it.

These are all good things praised by the world.

It's just that it's not worth it no matter how you think about working your heart out for someone who hates you.

Yan Jiu can understand, but doesn't accept it.
To be continued...