Since his parents gave him Duan Ye's name, he had to keep calling him because his parents left him in a car accident when Duan Ye was 5 years old. This name is almost the only way for Duan Ye to miss his parents.
Duan Ye, Duan Ye, but it can't stop the disaster and can't eliminate the karma. After the death of his parents, he was homeless and had no one to rely on. Although the pitiful compensation was not corrupted, it was only enough to take care of the funeral. Except for his parents,
Without any relatives, Duan Ye had no choice but to enter an orphanage.
The orphanage is cold and damp. Duan Ye came here after enjoying a comfortable childhood, so it is naturally difficult to integrate. All he can do is read. Although there is a golden house and Yan Ruyu in the book, there are more in the book.
Home has parents.
Society is cruel, Duan Ye just wants to live.
There is no warmth in the steel forest, Duan Ye has always believed this. If his grades are okay, Duan Ye can continue to study. If his understanding is okay, Duan Ye can still learn some skills. If he has the skills, he can barely support himself, so Duan Ye can earn
If you get a salary, you can survive.
Very few people, when they are young, think only of surviving.
Until one day, Duan Ye happened to have an extra piece of steel on his body, and he threw it to an old man who looked like a beggar under the bridge. Then, as countless people have written, the gears of history began to turn.
Because, for the first time in his life, Duan Yebeg did something good, but the old man grabbed him by the sleeve.
Duan Ye glanced at the old beggar with disgust, frowned slightly and said, "What are you going to do? I have no change."
"Young man, look at the darkness in your hall and the gloomy energy in your eyebrows. You and I are destined to be together today. Why don't we let the old man do some calculations for you to relieve your misfortune?" the old man said, shaking his head.
Only then did Duan Ye notice that there was a piece of rag on the ground with the words "linen physiognomy" written on it.
Duan Ye smiled, pretending to be mysterious and said: "Is it because my ancestors committed too many crimes? Even if they suffer misfortune, it is difficult to atone for their sins. The consequences of the disaster will last for one generation and will never be eradicated?"
The old man was shocked and said: "Since you knew it, why didn't you save yourself? I see that your luck is on the verge of disaster, and it is obvious that you have not done anything to remedy it. It is said that God has the virtue of good life. Although you have been punished by God, you are not helpless.
Those who can predict their own fortunes are all people of great wisdom and broad-mindedness. Now that I see you today, I cannot help but give you loyal advice."
Duan Ye shrugged helplessly and said, "I don't understand or believe in your pretense, but you are the seventh charlatan to tell me this. I have already given you the money, and you can do whatever you want if it's too little.
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After that, Duan Ye broke away from the old man's hand, thinking that he couldn't wear this shirt anymore, and strode away.
The old man muttered a few words in a lonely tone, and was about to close the stall and leave when he saw a large truck rushing straight towards the young man who looked like Zhou Zheng just now. There was no accident, no wind, thunder and lightning, no flying frost in June, and the young man was killed.
Hit the air.
The blood is so red.
"It's God's will." The old man shook his head, his expression showing no joy or sorrow.
At the last moment of his life, Duan Ye felt that his body was frighteningly light, and there was light in front of him...