I don't know why, I got all the memories of Xia Xiaoxiao, and I also carried her last wishes.

There has always been a voice in my heart telling me to help her fulfill her last wish.

I have no objection to that.

She was the one who took the blame for me, and if I didn't help her something, I wouldn't be able to get over it on my conscience.

After checking the information, calling and asking many people, and looking up all the archives and records of the former high school, Zhong Qiu and I finally set foot on the road to visit Xia Xiaoxiao's mother.

When Xia Xiaoxiao was in high school, her family rented a small house in the city, but after Xia Xiaoxiao's death, it is said that her mother was so traumatized that she returned to her old site in the countryside, and we had to take a bus to the local town and then find a way to go to that village.

After a morning of tossing and turning, we finally arrived in town.

But I didn't expect it to be just in time for the local 7th big market, which means that there are many larger markets than usual on the 7th, 17th, and 27th of every month.

The market is bustling with people, from vegetables, fruits and melons to groceries.

We asked the local people to find out if they wanted to go to that village with only a small van, or if they would only come to the village after the gathering to catch up with the villagers.

There is no way, we can only wait.

I wanted to bypass the big market and go to the hotel in the town to rest, but a fortune-telling booth attracted Zhong Qiu's attention.

When other stalls were crowded, this stall was crowded, and it is no exaggeration to say that there was no one.

The fortune teller was middle-aged, wearing a pair of sunglasses and shaking a fan, and the old god was sitting on the chair behind the stall on the ground, without the slightest hint of urgency.

"In these years, the liar is really calm."

Listening to Zhong Qiu's somewhat disdainful tone, I glanced at Zhong Qiu unexpectedly, and then asked.

"How?"

Unexpectedly, Zhong Qiu pursed his lips and stared at the fortune teller with contempt on his face.

"How to say this, the lowest means, whether he has real skills, I can see at a glance."

I glared at Zhong Qiu, thinking that he had some ability, and it was the same as not saying it for a long time.

And I, even more bored, actually squatted on the side of the road with Zhong Qiu, watching the fortune teller shake the fan and watch it all morning.

"No one has come in the morning, and I don't think anyone will come again."

I stood up with a sigh of relief, I sat in the car all night yesterday, and now my bones are getting tired and sleepy.

Zhong Qiu pulled me and almost dragged me to the ground and fell.

Zhong Qiu gave me an apologetic look and then said to me.

"Wait."

I looked at Zhong Qiu's still radiant appearance, which made me wonder, can cultivation still strengthen the body?

So is he the kind who usually doesn't have to eat for days? But I remembered Zhong Qiu's gobbling up food, and I quickly shook my head and shook off this image, eighty percent of it was a lie, and it was completely a starving ghost reincarnated.

Just as I was thinking about it, the market was about to disperse, and the people had begun to leave in a sparse manner, and several stalls had been collected.

I really didn't have much patience, and I pleaded bitterly by tugging at Zhong Qiu's sleeve.

"Why don't we go first, the car should be coming soon."

Zhong Qiu patted the back of my hand, still reassuring me.

"Wait, it's almost there."

I flew a roll of my eyes, and I didn't know where Zhong Qiu's confidence came from.

But in the next second, I was slapped in the face, and there was really a young man, looking east and west with thief eyebrows, and then taking advantage of no one's attention, he sat in front of the fortune-telling booth.

My eyes immediately widened, wanting to see how the fortune teller calculated for him, but what I didn't expect was that the fortune teller raised his hand to stop what the young man was about to say, and then looked at the young man for a long time, and silently took out a small peach wood sword from his inner arms and handed it to the young man, and the young man also took out a thick stack of banknotes with great gratitude, and it seemed that there were one or two hundred thousand and handed it to the fortune teller.

After the young man left, the fortune teller got up and unhurriedly cleaned up the stall, apparently ready to call it a day.

I can't believe it, this, without saying a word, it's over?

I asked Zhong Qiu in surprise.

"A small peachwood sword, just for so much money? Isn't this money too easy to make? ”

Zhong Qiu sneered, then glanced at the direction in which the young man had left, and replied.

"It's not money that is easy to make, it's a fool's money that is easy to make."

I thought about it for a moment and guessed.

"You mean, the peachwood sword is useless?"

Zhong Qiu squinted at me, and some interest popped up in his eyes.

"It's useful or not, just go and see if it's going to know."

To be honest, I'm curious, but I haven't forgotten that I have more important things to do.

I hesitated.

"But I still have to go into the village."

"Not in a hurry on this day."

After Zhong Qiu finished speaking, before I could react, he hurriedly pulled me straight to the direction where the young man left.

I complained of my displeasure with my eyes, but I didn't dare to express it.

Zhong Qiu also seemed to see my character, and said to me shaking his head as he walked.

"You're inferior, and you're cowardly, you can't do this."

I shook off his hand, a little angry, low self-esteem, forget it, but when have I ever been cowardly?

"You haven't experienced me, so of course you say it so naturally."

"Tut-tut."

He's starting to tsk again, it's annoying.

"Aren't you quite bold when you scold me?"

Strangely enough, I used to be inferior and cowardly, though I didn't want to admit it. I always boil it down to me seeing it through, but when faced with Gao Yang's bullying of me, I really didn't even have the heart to resist.

Whether I saw it through or if I was really cowardly, I don't know.

But in the face of Zhong Qiu, I instinctively let down my guard.

Moreover, after I fused Xia Xiaoxiao, I seemed to have been assimilated by Xia Xiaoxiao's sunny and cheerful personality, although the change was not too obvious, but if it was me before, I would never say anything scarepy.

It's weird.

"Girl, it's better to be spicy, it's a bully in the province."

Zhong Qiu looked at me narrowly and smiled, and I lost my mind for a moment.

But before I had time to think about Zhong Qiu's words, the young man had already come into view.

The young man seemed to be in a hurry, so he hurried to the supermarket, bought two buckets of instant noodles, and took two sausages. But at the end of the checkout, after thinking about it for a long time, I put the sausage back into the distance, and only settled the money for two buckets of instant noodles.

Then we watched him walk into a small, shabby hotel.

Zhong Qiu saw that he was about to follow, so I grabbed him and asked stumblingly.

"You, you, you, you don't want to live here, do you?"