"If I have a next life, I must be a rich man!"

This is the last sentence that the hard-working Ji Qingwen wanted to say before he died.

Ji Qingwen's mother was gone when he was a few years old, and his father "was a father and a mother" to bring him up, and finally went to college, and after graduation, he became a programmer commonly known as a "code farmer". But within a few days of his salary, his father, who had suffered all his life, died.

"If I have a next life, I must be a rich man!"

This is Ji Qingwen's heartfelt emotion. He has been sensible since he was a child, and he knows that his family is in financial difficulties, and what he eats, uses, and wears is the cheapest and affordable...... It is human nature to yearn for a prosperous life, and he needs to get rid of this oppressive and poor life.

"If I have a next life, I must be a rich man!"

Ji Qingwen can only pin his hopes on the ethereal "next life". A few days after his father's death, he was diagnosed with acute leukemia in the company's routine physical examination and was directly sent to the intensive care unit.

"If I have a next life, I must be a rich man!"

Ji Qingwen wanted to use his last strength to shout out this heartfelt sigh, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was covered with an oxygen mask by the doctor, and a stream of air pushed back the words he was about to speak, so that he could no longer make a sound.

Looking at the doctors and nurses carrying out the routine rescue process with expressionless faces, Ji Qingwen shook his head self-deprecatingly, the corners of his mouth actually raised a smile, and with the last remaining consciousness, he silently said in his heart: "If I have a next life, I must be a rich man!" ”

Consciousness is blurring.

The field of vision gradually dimmed.

"Ji Qingwen? Do you want to be rich? A calm and deep voice appeared in Ji Qingwen's mind.

Ji Qingwen, who was dying, was suddenly infused with vitality, and his vision was still blurred, but he clearly saw a glowing cloud of turbid gas in front of him.

"Are you asking me?" Ji Qingwen asked with some confusion.

"Ji Qingwen? Do you want to be rich? The air mass repeats the question again.

"Of course I want to, of course I want to be a rich man!" Ji Qingwen had already confirmed that the air mass was speaking to him.

"Well, give you a chance to be a rich man."

Ji Qingwen was excited for a while, but he was still a little ignorant, and asked, "You?" Who are you? How can I be rich? ”

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs. I am the sky, I am the earth, I am me. The voice of the air mass was steady and deep, "Ji Qingwen, do you really want to be a rich man?" ”

"Yes! Think! Think! Ji Qingwen hurriedly agreed, lest "I" change my mind.

"Good. You've made it. ”

The air mass suddenly exploded, and then suddenly fell silent, leaving only a vain phantom in front of Ji Qingwen's eyes, as if it had never appeared.