The stall owner's aunt was shocked: "You are Yan Jiu?" The amazing anchor who was rumored on the Internet? ”

Yan Jiu, who had finished paying, paused.

Turned to look at the stall owner's aunt.

System Panel: [Ding!]

Inspection object: stinky tofu stall owner,

Remarks: Quality customers,

Mortality rate: 86%,

Time of death: After returning home from the 709th stall,

Hosts are advised to pay attention now! 】

System: [Uh, how many times has she set up a stall?] 】

Yan Jiu's eyes rolled.

Silently calculated.

No more, no less.

Today is exactly 709 times.

Yan Jiu also calculated that the stall owner's aunt suffered a car accident when she went home.

Maybe it's the simple smile of the stall aunt, or maybe it's the stall aunt's efforts to run around and work hard for a living, which makes Yan Jiu inevitably unbearable.

Rich people have at least enjoyed life, but people like the stall owner and aunt are forever trapped in life, how can they enjoy it?

The stall owner's aunt has the vicissitudes of time on her face, fine beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, her eyes are bright and bright, she is unyielding to life, and she is bent by the burden.

When Yan Jiu fell silent.

The stall owner's aunt shook her head again and again: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not questioning you, my daughter likes you!" ”

Yan Jiu pursed his lips and said: "Auntie, you can close the stall early and go home today, and we have to believe in science, and don't stop at the intersection where there are no traffic lights." ”

The stall owner's aunt: "......"

On the one hand, let me believe in science.

While asking me not to stop at the intersection.

Why does a good sentence sound so mysterious?

The stall owner's aunt smiled happily and said confusedly: "It's only half past nine now, and I can still put it for a long time......"

The corners of Yan Jiu's eyes and eyebrows were heavy.

The pitch-black Hitomi didn't move.

was quietly watched by Yan Jiu like this.

The stall owner's aunt's heart was inexplicably chuckled, and she always felt that she had something that Yan Jiu had seen through thoroughly.

Her back was cold.

Rubbed his arms.

Pack it up.

watched the stall owner's aunt push the cart and drift away.

Yan Jiu didn't know why her mood was low, she didn't like this sullen feeling very much.

She decided to deal with it as in her previous life.

Keep yourself so busy that you can't think about it.

And this night.

Yan Jiu did not choose to start the live broadcast.

After skillfully turning on the bucket sound.

She casually clicked on the short video as far as her eye could see.

There are anchors who bring goods late at night.

There are videos of appreciating old paintings.

There is a video of the report with accompanying text.

Yan Jiu stayed in the half-truth and half-truth reporter interview video, and saw the scene that made her feel even heavier.

It's a natural disaster.

An unwarranted disaster.

It was a septuagenarian who suffered.

The mudslide after the heavy rain is like an impassable gutter, and a death is spread across the mountain road in the province.

[On the evening of October 17th, a heart-wrenching accident occurred in Dongshan City, C Province, China, the septuagenarian Grandpa Chang encountered a mudslide on the way to deliver mail wrapped with tuition fees to left-behind children in the mountainous areas,......, so far, everyone is expecting a miracle, and the search continues. 】

The camera did not capture the scene in detail.

Long-range shooting is a sign of respect for Grandpa Chang.

The sunset in the video is dusk.

The beauty of the past is dormant with sorrow.

Yan Jiu calculated that the old man was no longer alive.

And what touched her emotions the most was the deeds of the old man.

An old man with no academic qualifications and unable to keep up with the times, seriously ill, endured pain and scavenged all his life, just to save a sum of money for the children in the mountainous areas.

Heaven has a heart.

Grandpa Chang's deeds were finally reported, and a large number of netizens crowdfunded the amount of money that allowed Grandpa Chang to recover.

Heaven is also unintentional.

Just before Grandpa Chang was about to get rid of his illness, he encountered an accident on the way to send the funding.

This mountain road he has climbed countless times.

It became the place where his bones were buried.

An umbrella can hold up on a rainy day.

But he can't sustain a single life.

[It's so worrying. 】

[Why do good people still suffer? 】

[May God hear our sincere prayers, and wish Grandpa Chang good people good fortunes, he is about to embrace health, and the surgery is scheduled for tomorrow.] 】

[He threw his love into the world, but he did not have the opportunity to feel the love that the world gave back to him. 】

[It must be safe.] 】

[I am willing to reduce my life expectancy by 10 years, so that my grandfather is safe! ] 】

See the comments under the video.

Yan Jiu's heart seemed to be stuffed with a stone.

She couldn't knock down the comment that the old man had died.

Inexplicable.

Yan Jiu remembered his past life.

I remembered my master, who was Mr. Yin and Yang.

Mr. Yin and Yang is the folk name for those who know Yin and Yang, mostly referring to a type of person who understands Feng Shui, Bagua, Five Elements, Numerology, and will calculate good fortune and good fortune for people, birth, old age, sickness and death.

When Yan Jiu was very young.

Most of the people are respectful of Mr. Yin and Yang.

Most people are fearful.

And her master is also such a good person who is regretted after death, just ask, who would be willing to sacrifice his life to ask for Ganlin for him after being crusaded by the villagers and driven to live at the end of the village? Who would be disgusted by everyone and pay out of their own pockets to let a few people survive the disaster year?

Her master did it all.

But she couldn't.

These are all good things that have been praised by the world.

It's just that it's not worth it to pay for someone who hates you.

Yan Jiu could understand, but he didn't accept it.

And her master never forced her.

Just tell her that one day she will meet someone or something that makes her willingly give everything to it.

Her master said that he didn't care what outsiders thought, but that the blessings he had accumulated were useful.

A long, long time later.

Her master had returned to heaven, but she didn't see the golden light of merit on her master's soul.

That's when she found out.

Her master was accumulating blessings for her......

Wait until the phone automatically turns off.

Yan Jiu didn't say a word, but he burst into tears.

She raised her hand to touch the warm tears.

I was surprised.

The system was equally surprised.

System: [Host Host!? 】

Yan Jiu ignored the system.

Just look up at the sky.

Using the night as a canvas and the stars as embellishments, she paints the image of her master in her mind.

But.

Fantasy people.

There is always the possibility of being blown away by the wind.

Yan Jiu covered his sullen heart.

Except for the master and the senior brother.

No one would put their palms on the top of her hair and call her a little Ah Jiu.

Yan Jiu slowly closed his eyes.

Her brother had told her.

Tears can only flow in front of those who love her.

Thereupon.

Yan Jiu let his tears be dried by the wind.

Only then did he bow his head and continue watching the video.

Trying to immerse yourself in busyness.

Give yourself no time to think again.

Not much.

I don't know if Douyin will take the initiative to recommend it based on the videos viewed by the account.

Yan Jiu saw a video of an old grandmother.

The other party's ID is "Flower Farmer Xiao Qin".

She felt a pang in her heart.

Sure enough.

The system panel shows a sense of presence: [Ding!

Inspection object: flower farmer Xiao Qin,

Remarks: Quality customers,

Mortality rate: 99%,

Time of Death: After the 6780th scavenging,

Hosts are advised to pay attention now! 】

The system, which was shocked by Yan Jiu's tears, didn't dare to comment casually, but silently watched its host frown.

In a short video.

An old woman with a wrinkled face rides a tricycle and picks up waste in a bustling area.

The dilapidated three-wheeled ones, like the wrinkles of the old woman, are full of the precipitation of history.

The old woman was dressed in clothes that had been washed until she turned white.

The clothes are old, but they are neat.

Yan Jiu flipped through the old woman's other videos.

She found.

No matter how hard life is, there will always be a pot of blooming sunflowers in the basket of the other party's tricycle.

Sometimes orange.

Sometimes it's red.

The old woman in the video firmly believes that planting sunny flowers, with the warmth of her heart and her longing for hope, can withstand all the storms that are approaching in winter.