Metaphysics boss relies on live broadcast fortune telling to earn merit

In order not to irritate his already tense spirit, Su Yan adopted a more tactful way of telling the story.

"Do you still remember your uncle who took good care of you when you were a child?"

Yu Junzhe nodded: "Of course I remember. We are both poor people who were abandoned by our families. We often stay together to heal each other."

The old man Yu Junzhe was talking about did not have a specific name. In other words, he had a specific name, but for some unknown reason, he particularly resisted being called by his name.

After communicating with him, the villagers gave him a new name based on his occupation: Laozhi.

"Lao Zhi" had a job when he was young. At that time, he was a construction worker. Because he liked drinking, he missed the time to pick up his son from school.

It was this negligence that caused his young son to die at the bottom of the lake.

When he walked to the river in confusion, what he saw was his wife who wanted to kill him, and his parents who were crying so much that they almost fainted.

After the incident, his wife hated him so much that she left home and never came back. His parents also refused to live with their son because of their grandson's death.

Lao Zhi, who was driven out of his home, built a house on the land at the entrance of the village and started a business selling paper for money.

It is said that his original intention in doing this was to make some toys that his son liked so that he would not be alone down there.

Because of his hard work, his craftsmanship improved quickly, and his business, which was intended to make a simple living, attracted many people.

Before long, his little stall turned into a paper-making shop.

However, he has an unwritten rule. No matter how many reservations are made that day, he will close the shop on time at seven o'clock every night to make new toys for his children.

It was also an accident that he met Yu Junzhe.

That day, Yu Junzhe burned his rice and was severely beaten by his family. When he ran to the river and wanted to die, he was stopped by an old piece of paper.

As a member of the same village, of course he knew what happened to the Yu family.

Although I understand that Yu Junzhe lives an unhappy life, as the father of my son, he cannot look at others indifferently and waste his young life.

He thought about his identity and comforted Junzhe: "Kid, I know you feel bad. If you are unhappy in the future, you can come to uncle's place to play."

Perhaps because he regarded Yu Junzhe as his son who died unexpectedly, Lao Zhi's eyes were particularly gentle.

Yu Junzhe was also fascinated by this tenderness. He gave up the idea of ​​​​suicide and returned to the paper-making shop with Lao Zhi.

From then on, Yu Junzhe would run here whenever he had time, and Lao Zhi seemed to have forgotten the tenderness that day and only treated him as an ordinary villager.

There was no excessive enthusiasm, but it never drove him away.

Yu Junzhe felt a little disappointed. He comforted himself that although he did not get the care of others, at least there was a place where he could escape temporarily.

"Unfortunately, not long after I met Lao Zhi, he passed away.

According to people in the village, he accidentally knocked over the candlestick after drinking, causing the paper in the house to be instantly ignited.

He was burned to death before rescuers arrived.

After his death, some people in the village who liked to gossip complained about him behind his back, saying that he was retribution. He had been abstaining from alcohol for several years, and when he drank, he risked his own life. This showed that his son was still unwilling to forgive. he.

I don't agree with this statement, but I am young, have no one to support me, and dare not refute them.

After Lao Zhi passed away, the place where he lived was bulldozed, and the peaceful entrance to the village was restored, as if no one had ever lived here. "

"Master, does this have anything to do with my little friends? Could it be that they are the children of relatives of the old Zhi family? Why do they look familiar to me?

But that’s not right. We met after Lao Zhi passed away, and I didn’t see any relatives visiting him. "

Seeing that he was still stuck in the fog, Su Yan couldn't help but remind him of the details: "Do you still have an impression of the paper pricking the child by Lao Zhi?"

Yu Junzhe nodded. Since he had no toys when he was a child, when he was particularly bored, he also wanted to learn the technique of making paper figures from Lao Zhi.

One is to kill time, and the other is to have a way to make a living after being kicked out of the house.

But Lao Zhi rejected him: "Child, these things have a strong negative energy. You are still young and cannot have too much contact with them.

If you like it, go and see what I have tied up in the back. There are many kinds in it, just don’t break it. "

Yu Junzhe kept fighting for a long time, but the old man didn't let go.

In desperation, he had no choice but to go to the back to see the secret base Lao Zhi had prepared for his children.

As soon as he entered, he was stunned by the sight in front of him. He saw a room full of paper items.

As small as a spoon, as large as a house or a car, the variety is so perfect that it’s like a secret world

Especially the row of children at the back, all white and fat, look very festive at first sight.

After the visit, he asked Lao Zhi out of curiosity: "Uncle Zhi, why did you stab so many villains?"

Lao Zhi smiled softly with nostalgia on his face: "My son is an outgoing person and likes to play with others the most.

He was a little kid and went to the underworld alone. No one would want to play with him, so I burned some playmates for him so that he wouldn't be so lonely. "

Yu Junzhe didn't show it on his face, but he was extremely envious in his heart. He also wanted to get this deep love, but he had nothing.

Later, when he went more often, he would occasionally help Lao Zhi when he was too busy.

The day before Lao Zhi was burned to death, he felt a little flustered for some reason. When he saw the smiling but eyeless Zhi pricking someone, he thought of a way to help Lao Zhi.

Just as he was told, he secretly took the paint from the old paper while it was resting and painted eyes on the most exquisite pair of siblings.

Speaking of this, Yu Junzhe suddenly reacted. He carefully compared the characteristics of the twins and the pair of paper-cut figures in his mind, and then realized that they had many similarities.

The drawing paper in his hand was wrinkled by his fingers, but he didn't realize it: "Could it be that my childhood playmate was..."

【! ! ! For my little brother, this was like a bolt from the blue. If my childhood friends were not human beings, I would really go crazy. 】

【I’ve calculated everything. Even if I didn't calculate this result, it sounds too incredible. 】

[Although it doesn’t sound real, according to my many years of observation experience, the more strange it sounds, the more real it is. 】

[Compared to him getting sick, I am happier with this result. After all, the two things that seemed to be paper sticks did not hurt him. 】

Su Yan's calm voice sounded, and in this silent environment, it seemed a little scary: "You guessed it right this time, it is the two paper-pricked people who have been accompanying you."