Wu Shijiu has been dreaming recently, always dreaming of an old man with gray hair, wearing a dark green robe, with a hairband on his forehead, two goose feathers in his sideburns, and a cane, trembling towards him, walking towards him without speaking, just looking at him, and then waking up from this dream.

Because he was busy delivering couriers during the day, running around, and his eyes were so sleepy at about nine o'clock in the evening that Wu Shijiu's recent routine was almost five to nine, and when he got home, he couldn't take care of washing, and fell asleep. I used to dream occasionally, but most of them were fragmented fragments, and I forgot them when I woke up.

Recently, this dream is really a bit strange: even if there are dreams repeated repeatedly, they are all extremely memorable experiences or traces, or they are dreamed of day and night. But it's kind of weird to repeat a dream like this. It's okay for a day or two, but it's like this every night, and it's stressful. For this reason, he also specially checked Zhou Gong's interpretation of the dream, and saw that it was written: Dreaming of an old man, the lord has a long life and a long life, and his wealth is abundant.

Dry express delivery earns a lot of money all day long, and it is impossible to talk about abundant wealth, so it can barely be regarded as a skinny feeling.

It is also said that this is due to bad luck recently and needs to be transferred.

It makes sense to think about it, I took the college entrance examination for four years, and I originally went to a 211 school, but in the end I only took the second college, and in the second college, I learned a history called useless. After graduating, he brought his own black physique, ran into walls everywhere when looking for a job, and finally became a courier. Since then, the wind has come and gone in the rain, waiting for people to go early, and being urged to go late, and no one has this luck.

It is also said that when you dream of a white-haired old man, you have received a death threat.

This is a bit of a metaphysical flavor, Wu Shijiu has encountered more than one thrilling adventure since childhood: when he was two years old, he ran to the middle of the road to pick up toys, and a large truck whizzed overhead, and he happened to be between the four wheels, unscathed; when he was five years old, the kindergarten caught fire, and he escaped by taking a nap in the water room; when he was fifteen years old, he was playing in the river, was swept away by the waves, floated out of several county distances, and was magically washed back to the shore. The fortune teller said that he was "eight-character Qimen Pan", after these three catastrophes, the palace was at noon, the White Tiger Star had been withdrawn, and there was a seal and star to protect each other, and this life will surely achieve a great event.

In this case, life is long, so let's live a long time.

The last statement made his heart ache: never lose my love.

When he was about to graduate from his senior year, the girl he had loved deeply left.

Talking about deep love, of course, is a bit wishful thinking.

The girl's name is Nalan Chunni, and the two met in a campus flying flower poetry contest, several battles, and finally Wu Shijiu was defeated, and since then she has been haunted by this girl and has been chasing hard.

Wu Shijiu is a little talented on campus, writes good articles, and has strong organizational skills in the student union. During a campus basketball game, someone came to him and asked him what slogan he should write to cheer up his team? Wu Shijiu thought about it for a while and said: "The wheel of history is overwhelming." As a result, this team that must lose every game can always overwhelm all faculties in terms of publicity momentum, leaving everyone speechless.

Nalan Chunni belongs to the classical beauty of sweeping eyebrows and talent beyond Su Xiao, beautiful and graceful, and has many suitors. If it weren't for the fact that she was rescued by Wu Shijiu after cramping and drowning in a sports swimming class, this arrogant girl would never have considered Wu Shijiu. She felt that this boy could save himself regardless of his life, but he was a bit of the boldness and bravery of the Northwest in his bones, and saw that he was a little talented, and he was okay and worth socializing. Since then, the two of them have taken classes together, studied together, wrote poems together, and went shopping together, and their feelings were hazy.

However, on an impulsive spring night in the first half of her senior year, when Wu Shijiu couldn't help but think that she could kiss Nalan Chunni, she was politely declined.

She asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

Wu Shijiu scratched his head: "Find a job, otherwise?"

She asked, "What if I go abroad?"

Wu Shijiu was stunned: "Why do you go abroad? Do you want to go abroad to study history?"

"Of course not, what will happen in the future when studying history? Will you go to the laboratory? Will you go to graduate school? Or will you dig a grave?"

"You...... I don't like it, why did I take it in the first place?"

"I'm different from you, I don't want to eat on this, I hope that my life can have many possibilities. ”

"And then...... And then what?"

"If I go abroad for further study, I want to study law, or financial management. The future society is for high-end intellectual people. ”

“...... So what do we do?"

"Will you go abroad with me?"

Wu Shijiu was at a loss in his heart, not to mention that the family conditions could not be met, even in this relationship, in front of the other party's calmness and reason, he was more like a romantic fool, intoxicated with self-righteous happiness without heart and lungs, and he was unwilling to wake up.

So, he asked the following funny and humble words:

"You...... Will you stay for me?"

Nalan Chunni smiled, this kind of smile, Wu Shijiu often saw her vote for the sports students around her. The girl in front of him, who had been chasing him for three years, suddenly became strange and distant.

His heart ached.

"Shijiu, I have a very happy time with you, I am really happy to hear you tell so many wild histories and interesting things, and recite poems and songs with you. But have you ever wondered if these things can be eaten? What can they bring you? Status, money, power? Don't you have a plan for your future?"

“......”

"However, even if I go abroad, we are still good friends, don't you say? ”

In the four years of college, most people can't escape the final breakup, and Wu Shijiu's relationship experience has come to an end.

That night, Wu Shijiu's mobile phone kept prompting that the memory was full. He deleted her photos and videos one by one and spent the whole night.

This was the first time he experienced the taste of losing love, and of course, it was just what he thought it was love.

Before graduating from college, bad news followed. Because of depression, her mother attempted suicide and was sent to a psychiatric hospital. The day he received the notice was his final exam, and Wu Shijiu hurried back to his hometown Yinchuan without caring about applying for a vacation. What made him even more unacceptable was that his father didn't know his whereabouts before, and what happened between his parents became a mystery.

Because he did not ask for leave and had no results in the exam, Wu Shijiu was repeated by the school, and his graduation was postponed for a year. With no one to comfort him, no one to help, he was struggling on an island. The younger students in the lower grades greeted each other cautiously every time they passed by, for fear that they would not be accosted in the right sentence and sting him.

After graduating from college, he really fell into Nalan Chunni's prophecy, and submitted hundreds of resumes like mud cows into the sea. The word "repetition" in the file almost pushed his life to the edge. Wu Shijiu thinks, maybe this life is like this, how bad can it be?

Bad things come as they say.

Wu Shijiu, who applied for a courier, shuttled through the streets and alleys of the city every day, and during the delivery process, it was inevitable to meet former classmates or acquaintances, until one day, he met Nalan Chunni.

"Shijiu, why are you doing this?" Nalan Chunni was dressed in professional women's clothes, and her tone was more pity than surprise.

"I ...... This is a signature pickup, please sign here......"

"Oh, here's my notice, I'm going to school in London next month. ”

"Congratulations, have a nice trip. ”

For people of Wu Shijiu's age, there is nothing more heart-piercing than congratulating his predecessor.

Therefore, before that strange dream appeared, Wu Shijiu had already lived as a marionette. Putting yourself in a sleeve every day, mechanically just taking orders and delivering orders. It wasn't until the old man appeared one after another in his dream that his curiosity was aroused: why did he dream of the same stranger repeatedly? He searched all the possibilities one by one, searched every corner of his memory, and told himself with great certainty: I don't know him!

It's just that I don't know it, and in the middle of the night, I'm always stared at in my dreams, and it's really hairy. Over time, daily sleep became a major problem for him.

Why is it time to go to bed again!

One night in the fall of 2019, the old man in the dream finally spoke.

"Are you Wu Shijiu?"

If it weren't for the dream, Wu Shijiu's jaw would have dropped in shock: "Thank God you can be regarded as talking, you are going to scare me to death, staring at me like this every night? How do you know my name? Who are you?"

The old man didn't answer, "Hey, I just want to see why you were chosen." ”

Wu Shijiu was puzzled: "Selected, who was chosen, why was it chosen?"

The old man said: "The spiritual world is reincarnated once in nine hundred and ninety-nine years, and the psychic messenger who can be selected is naturally one in ten thousand. You should be honored. ”

"What a mess...... Uncle, no, old man, I beg you, okay? For the sake of my unlucky drink of cold water and stuffed teeth, spare me, I just want to sleep. I send couriers every day to earn eight cents, it's really not easy, you always let me go, okay? Or you tell me where to bury it, I will definitely go to burn paper for you during the New Year's holidays. ”

"That's not necessary, the old man has been dead for many years, and the ashes have also been sprinkled by the disciples in Helan Mountain. All these years the soul has been wandering, just to find you psychic messengers. ”

"What is a psychic messenger? It feels like a bull and a horse, am I going to die soon?"

"So young and decadent. But fortunately, you have no worries here, and you are a good candidate. The old man sees that you are quite spiritual, and you are a material that can be made. If you want to save the world from fire and water, are you willing?"

"Listen to me, I'm just an ordinary little courier, if you want to save, at most save those online shopping chopping hands, good guys are still alive in the world...... I'm still in dire straits, don't be kidding. ”

"Hehe, when the time comes, I'm afraid I can't help you. Starting tomorrow night, the old man will teach you the art of resisting spirits. Providence, young man, get ready......"

Wu Shijiu woke up, and suddenly found that the sun outside the window had risen high, and when he looked at his mobile phone again, the company's delivery phone had made dozens of calls: "Ahh......h Ah by the way, he said that after his death, the ashes were sprinkled on Helan Mountain by his disciples?

Wu Shijiu shivered, and quickly got up and went to the bookcase to look for "Chinese History", but what he often read was the Tang, Song, Yuan, and Ming dynasties, he didn't care about getting dressed, dragged out a big box from under the bed and rummaged around, and finally found a copy of "History of Western Xia", so he couldn't wait to read it, forgot about work for a while, and forgot about hunger and thirst, and before he knew it, this day had passed.

In the chapters on religion and costumes, he saw the dress of the big guy, and thought to himself, the old man in the dream should be a Western Xia wizard. Thinking of this, Wu Shijiu couldn't help but be stunned: How could the Western Xia wizard appear in his dream? Is it because he is from Ningxia? Or is he a celebrity?

No, when I was a child, I never heard my ancestors mention it, but what was the spiritual reincarnation he was talking about? Why is there not the slightest record in this book?