Thirteen Yaolang

Today this year is different from today next year, but for him, there is no change.Because without her.

If Zhang Zhe had seen this sentence before, he would probably feel hypocritical.Oh no.It will now.

Even Zhang Zhe himself found it unbelievable to chat with the math teacher on the rooftop.This is really a heart-to-heart exchange across races, civilizations, and ages.He asked the teacher why he was smoking on it, and the teacher laughed, very coldly, and asked, "Why did you come up here?"

"I don't want to go to class." Zhang Zhe answered honestly.

"I don't want to teach either." The teacher breathed out another puff of cigarette.

"My wife wanted to send her daughter to learn how to play the piano, but she refused."

"I don't want to, I don't have a childhood." Zhang Zhe replied intellectually with a sigh.

"She wants a pair of skates most of all. But skating too young damages the bones."

"How old is she this year?"

The math teacher thought for a while and scratched his head guiltily, "I can't remember."

"Ah." Zhang Zhe felt that all fathers in the world were equally careless. He still remembered that one month after his birthday, his father called him on a dark and stormy night to say happy birthday to him, which scared him half to death... ...Okay, stop, don't recall, this kind of thing hurts the body too much.

"When will you bring your daughter to school to play?" Zhang Zhe casually mentioned.

"Okay, she's noisy at home."

When Zhang Zhe returned to the class, he felt that maybe the math teacher was a kind person.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, the students ran out like bereaved dogs.Zhang Zhe packed his schoolbag slowly, while Xie Di was waiting for him.

Today's sky is a bit gloomy, with dark clouds hanging low, the sky is iron blue and black, and the distant mountains look blurry. This kind of sky covers up the last bit of light.

Zhang Zhe thought about finding an excuse to dismiss Xie Di, and then went around to find out if there were any Internet cafes.So after dawdling for a long time, he said: "Suddenly I found that I couldn't find my physical notes, and I still need to look for them. If you can't wait, go first!"

"It's going to rain. Have you brought an umbrella?"

Zhang Zhe felt like he was about to shed two lines of tears: Xie Di made sense.

Finally, they walked side by side on the way home.Sure enough, it started to rain after a while, so I had to hide under the umbrella."China Rural Cooperative Credit Union" is written on the edge of the umbrella.The umbrella is a bit worn and has rust on the frame.

The crowds around hurried on their way in silence.It was a strange feeling, Zhang Zhe felt that he couldn't see what they were thinking.

Silent thoughts hidden under the umbrella of silence.Zhang Zhe thought of a song inexplicably, like a very old melody from afar.

He turned his head to look at Xie Di who was calm as usual beside him, the fine rain wetted his bangs and stuck to his forehead.He felt that there was something separated from Xie Di.

The feeling overwhelmed him.

He wanted to break the silence, so he said to Xie Di, "Have you ever been to our math teacher's house?"

"I've been there." Xie Di looked at him strangely, water droplets hit his face. "His house is quite ordinary, but it's a little too quiet."

Where is there a sense of false harmony.

"Why, isn't his daughter very noisy?" Zhang Zhe asked.

Xie Di looked at his face and said, "His daughter is gone."

"What do you mean? Is his daughter not at home?" Zhang Zhe asked.

"It means dead." Xie Di said softly.

The rain was still falling, but Zhang Zhe couldn't hear the rain anymore.

In the past, some people, because they missed their dead relatives and friends so much, often imagined that they were still alive.But there are always lies under the truth, and the truth is often dirty.

"He also said that he would bring his daughter to school to play." Zhang Zhe said involuntarily, his voice trembling a little.

"How is it possible." Xie Di said, "People cannot be resurrected after death."

"How do you know his daughter is dead?"

Xie Di glanced at Zhang Zhe, but did not answer.

"What about his wife?" Zhang Zhe asked.

"I don't know that."

Something is wrong.Zhang Zhe's intuition told him.

"Don't worry about other people's affairs." Xie Di reminded him friendly.

"Then how do you know so clearly?"

Xie Di didn't speak anymore.Sometimes he found the guy's senses surprisingly sharp.

"Anyway, just leave it alone." As if unwilling, Xie Di repeated.

Zhang Zhe thought: Besides, the teacher obviously asked for sick leave, why did he appear on the rooftop? If he really loves his daughter, why can't he even remember his age?If the daughter is already dead, why can he fabricate the fact that she is still alive without changing his face, just like joking to desecrate a life?Finally, why did he lie to me?

"Have you met his wife?" Zhang Zhe asked.

"……No."

Zhang Zhe felt that the matter was more serious.

Thirteen lit the desk lamp and carefully browsed through the file in his hand, which contained numerous formulas and words.

He felt that this living condition was very messy. Anyway, after finishing the job at hand, he could have a vacation.There is no need to pretend to bandage a group of half-grown children with bruises and injuries every day in this small town.It's a waste of everything, wasting his peerless medical skills of bringing the dead back to life.

The more I think about it, the angrier I become, and the more I resent the person who arranged this job for me. Although my task is to save the dying and heal the wounded, and heal the souls of those who have been bewitched by demons, the workload every day and night is really unbearable. Is this how you treat old people?

He felt like he didn't want to do it.

This is the last time, he opened his notebook and recorded it.

His face was a little pale under the lamp.What is recorded in this dossier, however, is the art of bringing the dead back to life?

He has lived for many years and has seen all kinds of storms and waves, but this still shocked him.It turns out that human beings have become so arrogant?

In the past, there were indeed many alchemists, immortal teachers and Taoists who were eager to practice the medicine of immortality, but most of them just learned superficially and scratched the surface.But this theory has surpassed the stage of relying on drugs, and its method is: life for life.

To put it simply, it is to exchange the lives of people in the Yang world for the souls of people in the Yin world.On a medium fixed to the Yang world.To some extent, this is quite similar to the style of a demon.It's all against the law of heaven.

Luckily the brat got this.Thirteen self-comforting.Sure enough, I was as smart as ever.

What is the fate of the Yang Realm?What is the fate of the underworld?What is the medium?

The head is getting bigger again.

Thirteen felt that he needed to ask someone for advice at this moment, as this was not his profession.