The barbershop owner was an elderly man wearing reading glasses. Jiang Fan remained calm and let the old man cut his signature layered haircut. Hairstyle is, without plastic surgery, the most effective way to change a person's appearance and demeanor.
Back home,
Jiang Fan changed his clothes, went to the old courtyard, picked up a hoe, and dug a hole, burying the clothes he was wearing that day deep into the ground.
After dinner, Jiang Fan told his parents he was tired, took a shower early, and went upstairs to his bedroom. He lay down on the bed and stopped meditating, which he had been doing since returning home, for the night.
...
...
Sangyuan Village.
On the roof of a house in the village, there are several large loudspeakers that are firmly fixed to the eaves with ropes. This indicates that there is funeral music coming from the loudspeakers, which spreads throughout the village.
On the smooth, well-maintained street in the center of the village, many vehicles were lined up in a row. Groups of villagers stood on the street, watching the convoy that had already stretched out of the village with curiosity. They could also vaguely see that even though the convoy had already reached the village entrance, more vehicles were still coming.
"Tsk."
A villager with yellow teeth took a puff of his cigarette and said to his friend, "Old Wang's situation is really hard to say whether it's good or bad."
His friend turned to look at him and asked, "What's wrong?"
The villager with yellow teeth threw the cigarette butt he was smoking on the ground, stomped on it hard, and said, "The child we watched grow up is dead. Logically, we should all be sad, and in fact, we are. But after the initial sadness, looking at this scene, I don't know what to say. I can't say I'm happy. I can't say I'm unhappy. Anyway, I'm confused!"
“Let me ask you,”
A villager from Huangkou said to his friend, "A son dies, but his family becomes rich. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
His friend glanced at him and bluntly said, "You idiot, you're definitely bad! The child is dead!"
Upon hearing this,
The villager with yellow teeth, who had lit another cigarette and taken a puff, said, “Old Wang’s family has four children. Every year they’ve gone out to collect scraps in the scorching heat, every year they’ve braved the heavy snow to collect scraps. They don’t even put soy sauce in their noodles. The kids are so thin you can see their bones. It’s only right that we help them out! But food is easy to give, but people are hard to raise! I only have two kids. Do you know how much my eldest son’s wedding cost this year? The RV, banquet, dowry, and everything else added up to a million! I’ve saved my whole life, and I’m still in debt for hundreds of thousands. You don’t know, as I see my youngest son growing up, I’m almost willing to sell my blood to make money!”
"And him?"
"What about the Wang family? They lost a child, so they're sad for a while, but the hundreds of thousands of yuan people donated to them were life-saving money!"
After saying this, the villager with yellow teeth took another deep drag of his cigarette. His friend opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. After a long while, he asked the villager with yellow teeth, "How much did you donate?"
He only smokes cigarettes that cost five yuan a pack, Yellow Teeth, and straightens his faded, sweaty clothes. "I watched the child grow up, and I donated five hundred."
"And you?"
"I originally wanted to give 300, but now I'll give 500."
"By the way, I heard that a deity saved his child that day, and the person actually flew directly to the shore!"
"It's fake. If it were a real god, how could he not save a child?"
"It's true, there are even videos. I've seen them with my own eyes, but they've been blocked now."
"What's a video? These days everyone's talking about... well, what was it again... Oh, I remember, PS!"
Two rural men in their forties or fifties said this as they walked toward the door of the house at the end of the alley, where a white mourning banner was hung.
The alley wasn't closed off. Opposite the house with the white mourning clothes hanging was a large pit. No one noticed that on the other side of the pit, there was a tall, slender figure standing there. Jiang Fan was sitting on the stone steps and looked like an ordinary young man.
Jiang Fan, who could easily see the scene hundreds of meters away, stood here, silently watching everything in front of him.
Jiang Fan didn't think about anything.
Jiang Fan sat quietly for half an hour, then got up, dusted off his clothes, and turned to leave. But just then, a figure that was all too familiar appeared in his sight!
A pale, small body
Slowly,
staggering,
We entered that house.
Jiang Fan's expression suddenly changed, and he strode towards the house. Because the Wang family's situation and difficulties had been reported, many people from the surrounding villages and towns came here to donate. Jiang Fan was mixed in with these people and was not noticeable.
They're getting closer and closer.
That family,
It's almost here.
But Jiang Fan stopped at this moment. His face was calm as he looked straight ahead and saw that small figure staggering out of the door.
The child was pale. He exchanged a glance with Jiang Fan, the only person who could see him at that moment, and then slowly bowed down, bowing deeply to the benefactor who had saved his younger brother and then turned to save him.
Jiang Fan's eyes were blurry as he watched the figure bow to him before slowly dissipating into the world.
He didn't notice.
At this moment, the spiritual power within his body suddenly surged!
“Doing a good deed brings immeasurable merit.”
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Chapter Twenty-Five: Night Train
The moonlight was as clear and bright as water.