There are many fates in this world.

Meeting is fate, parting is also fate, love is fate, and breaking up is also fate. Many fates can neither be asked for nor given up.

Fate is like the wind, coming is fate, going is also fate;

Attachment is suffering, and letting go is possession.

Seeing that Mr. Qi's face was getting darker day by day, everyone was helpless and could only pray silently, hoping that God would bless Mr. Qi and make him recover soon.

In the afternoon of this day, Meng Ran fell asleep on the edge of the bed, and Mr. Qi slowly sat up, carefully looking at his last disciple, with a gentle look in his cloudy eyes. Then he gently pulled away the corner of his clothes that was pressed under Meng Ran, and got out of bed cautiously, for fear of waking up his extremely tired disciple.

Mr. Qi clumsily put on his coat, paced slowly, moved to the door, held the door frame tremblingly across the threshold, walked to the edge of the porch, and finally lost his strength, and sat on the bluestone steps.

Mr. Qi struggled a few times, but never got back up, so he had to gasp for air.

After his breathing was smooth, he simply lay on the ground, looked up at the birds in the sky, and fell into deep thought.

When Meng Hao returned home from the government office, he went to visit Mr. Qi for the first time, and as soon as he stepped into the arch of the west courtyard, he saw Mr. Qi half-lying on the ground. hurriedly stepped forward, and when he was about to shout loudly, he was stopped by Mr. Qi.

"Brother Meng, don't shout, Ran'er is sleeping. ”

"What? He doesn't care about you, he only cares about sleeping. Meng Hao was furious: "What does he want to do?"

Mr. Qi grabbed Meng Hao and scolded in a low voice: "He has hardly slept well in the past few days, and it's rare that he is asleep now, so let him sleep a little longer." If you wake up my disciple, I'll settle accounts with you. ”

Meng Hao couldn't laugh or cry a little: "Then it's not appropriate for you to lie here, you are a sick person, and you don't know how to pity yourself at all." ”

Mr. Qi rolled his eyes: "I'm a dying person, what's the use of pity?

Meng Ran's temples burst out, and he couldn't wait to get angry, but he could only suppress his emotions: "Okay, good." Let's go, I'll help you to my study, so that you don't have to wait until you say I'm noisy. ”

Mr. Qi smiled and stopped talking.

When the two came to the study, as soon as they sat down, Meng Hao called the servant to bring boiling water, and began to make tea for Mr. Qi.

Mr. Qi waved his hand: "Don't be busy, I'm like this, what's the difference between drinking tea and not drinking tea." ”

Meng Hao insisted on finishing his movements, put the bowl in front of Mr. Qi, and said in a low and solemn tone: "Brother Qi, what happened this time?"

"What else can happen is to let a mad dog bite you. Mr. Qi was a little upset.

"Could it be—" Meng Hao stretched out his index finger and pointed into the air.

"Not so. Who else but that mad dog is going to trouble me. ”

After so many years, I didn't expect him to be so narrow-minded. Meng Hao sighed, then patted his friend's shoulder, signaling not to be too angry. Turning to look at his friend, he continued, "What are your plans?"

"I don't have any plans, I live one day at a time. ”

"And where are you going to be buried?"

“......”

Many times, when we think about it ourselves, it is inconsequential, but when others say it, it hurts to the heart. I always think that I can really be free and easy, but there are too many things that are difficult to let go, too many things that cannot be let go and people I want to care about.

Those emotions that couldn't be avoided slowly eroded Mr. Qi's spirit like poison, but he could only endure it silently, powerless to resist.

Mr. Qi sniffed and said, "Brother, bring the wine." ”

The wine was quickly served, and it was a flower sculpture that had been treasured by the Meng Mansion for many years. Before it was opened, it was already full of aroma.

When the wine was full, Mr. Qi held the wine glass in his left hand and silently recited a poem he had heard when he was young: "Hardship, bitterness, hatred, frost and sideburns, pouring the new turbid wine glass." ”

As soon as you tilt your neck, a glass of wine is in your stomach. I don't know if he drank too quickly or the wine was too intoxicating, Mr. Qi's cheeks instantly turned red.

I saw that Mr. Qi pinched a Dao seal in his right hand, and the desk not far away trembled violently, and the paper on the table was windless and automatic.

"Edict!"

The desk flew in and stopped in front of Mr. Qi.

"Brother, grind the ink. ”

Meng Hao silently dripped water into the inkstone, clamped the ink strip with his right hand, and gently grinded it.

Mo Hao, Mr. Qi stood up, held the wolf in his hand, and waved it.

Put away the pen and sit down.

Mr. Qi, who was still panting, teased: "I don't have the strength to move the table back, so I can only move it by yourself." Also, get me two envelopes, and find out the clay as well. ”

After the letter is loaded, the seal is put on the red clay, and the yang text is written on the clay with a seal, which is called "Qi Xiuguo".

After sealing the letter, Mr. Qi's face was tired: "Leave these two letters to Ran'er." If the day comes when he needs to see it, show it to him. In addition, the wooden box I put in your house many years ago, if I have the opportunity in the future, I will also give it to him, as for the time, you can do it yourself. ”

Meng Hao nodded and didn't ask more. Meng Hao knew that if Mr. Qi wanted to say something, he would naturally tell himself, but now he didn't want to tell himself, even if he asked, he wouldn't tell it.

The sky was getting dark, and Mr. Qi motioned for Meng Hao to help him go to the West Courtyard. "Look at this day, Ran'er is about to wake up, you can help me go back. ”

When he arrived in the west courtyard, not far from the door, Meng Hao kicked over something, and a "poof" sounded, which woke Meng Ran up at once.

"Sir?" Meng Ran touched the bed, but didn't touch anyone, turned around and saw that there were two figures standing in the dim air, and hurriedly stepped forward: "Sir, where have you been? Why did you get out of bed? Didn't you promise me a good rest?"

A series of questions left the two adults speechless.

"Ran'er, don't ask, let's light the candle first, this black light is blinding, your father kicked things over. "Mr. Qi, the old god is here.

A few red candles lit up, and the room was full of shadows.

Meng Ran fixed his eyes and saw that it was a stool that was kicked over, Meng Ran straightened the stool and motioned for Mr. Qi to sit down.

Mr. Qi obediently sat on the stool, touched Meng Ran's head, and said, "Ran'er, are you sleeping well?"

Meng Ran was a little embarrassed, and said embarrassedly: "Sir, I'm sorry, I'm asleep." ”

Mr. Qi waved his hand: "It's okay." It happened that the teacher went out to blow the wind for a while, and it was not good to breathe fresh air, and it was not good to be stuffy in the house all the time. ”

The atmosphere gradually became dull, the air around them seemed to freeze, and the three of them were relatively speechless, each with their own thoughts, each with their own helplessness and trouble, so they simply didn't speak, and let silence deal with this kind of scene.

After a while, Mr. Qi looked at Meng Ran, who was in a fugue, and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them alive again, leaving him to sigh.

Meng Ran was brought back to reality by the sigh, turned to look at Mr. Qi, and asked, "Sir, do you have anything to do?"

Mr. Qi paused for a while, and said to Meng Ran: "Ran'er, it is a kind of fate that you and I can meet in the world. Now that I'm dying, will you do me a favor?"

Meng Ran looked at the weak Mr. Qi fixedly, and said, "Sir, as long as it is within my ability, I will definitely help you." ”

Mr. Qi was relieved: "Ran'er, you also know my situation, and I will die soon. It's not a pity for me to die, but I didn't look at her again before I died, which is really unwilling. When you have the ability to go out in the future, go see her for me, even if it's just for a glance. That way, I can also feel at ease. Would you like to do me a favor?"

Meng Ran was a little at a loss, looked sideways at his father, and found that his father didn't say anything, so he agreed.

Mr. Qi continued: "Ran'er, I look at your face, the heavenly court is full, full of spirit, the eyes are full of spirit, and the yin and yang are balanced, even if you have seen so many people for the teacher, such a face is rare. You must know that there are always profits and losses, prosperity and decline, coarseness, and stagnation in the face of people, but you are balanced by three stops, but this small mole under the jaw faintly has a bad breath and a blessing phase, although it is offset by the light of the eyes and harmony, but I am afraid that there will be a short-lived phase in the future. ”

Meng Ran was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

Meng Hao seemed too calm, obviously he had heard these words before.

Meng Ran was stunned for a long time before asking, "Sir, you said I would have a short life?"

Mr. Qi looked at Meng Ran for a while, and hesitated slightly: "Judging from the physiognomy, it is true." ”

Meng Ran asked seriously, "So, when will I die?"

Mr. Qi smiled dumbly and said, "Judging from your small mole under your chin, it should be ten years later." However, your eyes are calm, and you have dissipated a lot of evil spirits, and I can't understand the specific matters. ”

Meng Ran tilted his head to look at his father, then turned to look at Mr., and for a while he didn't know how to respond to the unfathomable words that Mr. said.

At this time, a servant's voice came from outside the door, "Master, young master, it's time to eat." ”

The two old and one young were also relieved when they saw someone coming, and finally they didn't have to be in a daze with the air, and they didn't have to be speechless.

After Meng Hao and Meng Ran helped Mr. Qi to the bed to rest, the two went to eat by themselves, leaving Mr. Qi alone to lie in the house to rest.

Mr. Qi tossed and turned on the bed, carefully recalling the words he had just said, and couldn't help but feel remorseful, "Hey, why did I say it! I shouldn't have told Ran'er, I shouldn't have put so much pressure on him." This is a mistake, but what will I do in the future? He thinks about his calamity every day, how can this be good? I am really confused... Why did you tell him?"

Thinking of this, Mr. Qi let out a long sigh, and then thought: "Instead of waiting for the catastrophe to come in the future, it is better to tell him now." Telling him now is actually good, at least he can take precautions, he can do something sooner, maybe he can get out of it. ”

Mr. Qi thought so troubled in bed.