When he arrived at the City God Temple, the blind fortune teller asked him to draw a fortune stick. He thought for a moment and said it was unnecessary.
Seeking wealth, peace, and marriage—each seems like a major matter, yet leaving it all to fate seems rather tragic.
Heaven ages easily, let alone human life.
Life is short, and we only have so many years. It's better not to realize that what we're doing is not ourselves.
Yan hope stood before the solemn clay statue of the deity, surrounded by swirling incense smoke. He twirled a crimson Buddhist rosary around his finger, clasped his hands together, and bowed three times.
What do you want?
They were incredibly wealthy, living the life of nobles and princes, riding white horses and wearing light furs.
For thousands of years, everyone has been the same, and the words used have not changed by even one or two.
He raised an eyebrow, his proud and handsome features revealed, and smiled—May the one I cherish be thousands of miles away from the ominous Yan hope, never to be seen again, and may he live in peace year after year.
Stay away from the people who bring her all misfortune and suffering.
As long as there is peace and safety every year
Even if... we never see each other again.
Sitting beside the Buddha statue, chanting sutras and tending the lamp, the young monk in robes, hidden in the shadows, slightly opened his eyes, glanced at him, smiled, his features delicate and scholarly—"Benefactor, this is inappropriate, this is inappropriate."
Yan hope sneered – “Little master, wipe the crumbs off your mouth before you start scolding us mortals.”
The young monk casually brushed the crumbs from his robes and mouth, carefully wrapped up the unfinished sugar cake, and tucked it into his sleeve, completely oblivious to the impropriety of his actions. He smiled and said, "Benefactor, this is inappropriate, inappropriate indeed."
Yan hope twitched—Do you have anything else to say?
The young monk's eyes seemed to hold boundless spring blossoms as he spoke softly, each word clear: "In my opinion, since the Yan Xi you speak of is an ominous sign, he must be a wicked person who harms others and himself, deserving to be torn to pieces and kicked to the eighteenth level of hell. Why bother worshipping Buddha? How about I sell you a scarecrow, and you can prick it a few times every day to make him suffer unbearable pain?"
Yan hope = =——Thank you for your concern, little master, but no need.
The boy's face was an unhealthy pale, yet he smiled broadly—"You're welcome, you're welcome."
The shaved top of the head vaguely shows no signs of the vows or precepts.
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Ah Heng had a dream.
She had many fireworks in her hand, but when she lit them, they only emitted smoke and did not bloom.
When I woke up, there was a deafening sound of firecrackers outside the window.
Oh, it's already New Year's Eve.
"Aheng, you're awake! Get up quickly, my mom cooked lots of red bean dumplings, they're so delicious!" Xiao Wu said with a smile, peeking out of the bedroom.
Ah Heng smiled and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Auntie. It's already troublesome enough that I've come to my fifth sister's house for the New Year."
Xiao Wu waved his hand – “Why so much nonsense during the New Year?”
She walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and smiled—Aheng, are you getting used to sleeping at my house?
Ah Heng was putting on a sweater, and through the sweater, she nodded vigorously. I was sleeping very well.
When summer vacation started, her eldest sister, third sister, fourth sister, and fifth sister looked at her as if she were facing a formidable enemy. They played rock-paper-scissors for a long time before making a decision: Ah Heng would spend the Lunar New Year with the fifth sister this year.
As a result, Aheng followed Xiaowu back to City B.
Xiao Wu's family lives in City B. Both her parents are civil servants and the family is well-off. Xiao Wu is their only daughter, and they dote on her a lot. This extends to A Heng as well. Xiao Wu is especially fond of A Heng after hearing that A Heng shares similar interests with her.
The so-called hobby, well, it refers to my unwavering love for DJ YAN, even though he has a girlfriend, and even though his girlfriend is way more beautiful than two kids.
Xiao Wu said, "Ah Heng, did you know that Yan hope has a meet-and-greet with his audience this afternoon?"
Ah Heng was puzzled. Wasn't he supposed to be on vacation? These past two days, other DJs have been filling in for him sometimes.
Xiao Wu said, "It seems like he came back yesterday. Haha, men, I'm so happy! I can finally see you, man."
Ah Heng smiled and said, "Auntie is making dumplings this afternoon, but we don't have enough people. You go ahead and take more group photos."
Xiao Wu touched the child's head and said, "No fever." He shook Aheng and said, "Aheng, Aheng, it's DJ YAN, DJ YAN, your favorite DJ YAN."
Ah Heng chuckled and said, "My favorite is Yan hope, not DJ Yan."
An aunt outside called the two children to eat glutinous rice balls. Aheng responded and went out, leaving Xiaowu frowning and touching his chin—is there a difference?
DJ YAN, 言希.
Xiao Wu was spoiled at home. He was kicked out of the kitchen less than three minutes after entering. He pouted, ate grapes, and said indignantly, "Mom, that's my sixth sister. She has nothing to do with you. Why do you keep trying to steal my people?"
Xiao Wu's mother slammed the kitchen door shut, leaving behind the words: "With Aheng, how could I not need you?"
Xiao Wu got angry and started pressing buttons on the remote control to vent his frustration, making a bunch of dads watching TV dizzy—go away, go find your low-class words, stop making trouble.
What? It's DJ Yan, DJ Yan! Dad, you hate him too? TOT
Ah Heng was making dumplings in the kitchen when she overheard Xiao Wu and Xiao Wu's father talking. As she listened, she couldn't help but laugh.
She said, "Auntie, my fifth sister is very well-behaved at school, and everyone likes her very much."
Xiao Wu's mother sighed – "No, no, she's too naughty. I get a headache as soon as she gets home."
Ah Heng chuckled – Fifth Sister often tells me that she loves your dumplings the most; they're so small, one bite at a time, that's never enough.
Xiao Wu's mother is a cheerful person, and she couldn't stop smiling—"Okay, Auntie made it today, eat more."
The two chatted casually and got along very well. It seemed that Xiao Wu had reminded her parents beforehand, as Xiao Wu's mother was quite reserved about Aheng's family, afraid that she might say something wrong and hurt Aheng's feelings.
Ah Heng felt grateful and told Xiao Wu's mother about Xiao Wu's various interesting life at school. As she spoke, she looked at the aunt's face and felt more and more gratified, and her eyes softened.
This kind of longing between mother and daughter is so subtle. From the perspective of outsiders, the closest daughter is the one who is gradually growing up. There are always endless joys in the subtle signs of her growing up.
Although Ah Heng couldn't fully understand, there was always a vague pain in her heart, not serious, but it would hurt from time to time, like being pricked by a needle.
At 4:30 pm, Xiao Wu made a phone call, but the other end was noisy and she could barely hear her voice.
Aww, Ah Heng, I forgot my autograph book! Bring it to me quickly! Hey... don't push! If you keep pushing, I'll fight you! Radio station, hurry up, Ah Heng...
Then, the call was disconnected.
Ah Heng was stunned. A signed book?
Papa ran to Xiao Wu's room, and sure enough, there was a brand new hardcover autographed notebook on the desk, which contained Xiao Wu's diary entries about DJ YAN.
Ah Heng pocketed the money and said, "Uncle and Aunt, I'm going to make dumplings. You two start making dumplings first, and wait for my fifth sister and me to come back."
Xiao Wu's father said, "Hey, don't worry, Aheng, take my phone. Contact us if anything happens."
Ah Heng nodded, then, in her haste, she went downstairs and realized she was only wearing a sweater, and it was still snowing outside.
Afraid that Xiao Wu would be waiting anxiously, he didn't even bother to go back and put on his coat. He hailed a taxi and sped off.
Then, there weren't many people at the radio station entrance. I asked the security guard, and he said the listeners were all on the ninth floor.
Both elevators in the lobby were empty. Ah Heng breathed a sigh of relief and went inside. He noticed that no one was using the elevators. He wondered why, but didn't have time to think about it, so he pressed the button.
Just past the eighth floor, there was a jolt, and before Ah Heng could react, all the lights in the elevator went out in an instant.
It felt like it was falling; the elevator made a loud crash and got stuck on its tracks.
She grabbed the handrail, looked up, but all she saw was darkness.
I chuckled wryly. What a mess! I'm stuck in an elevator. Tomorrow it might be headline news: "DJ Yan's Meet-and-Greet a Huge Success, Unknown Fan Stuck in Elevator, Madly Chasing His Star..."
After pressing the emergency button, the child obediently said in the darkness, "I'm trapped in the elevator. Can you come and save me?"
The person on the other end said, "Don't you know this elevator at the radio station is prone to breaking down? We just reported to the logistics department a couple of days ago that we need to replace it. How did you end up trapped inside?"
Ah Heng said, "I don't know, I'm not from your radio station."
The person on the other end said, "See that white sign on the elevator? It says 'Do Not Use'!"
Ah Heng TOT, I really didn't see it.
The other party was getting impatient. Fine, you can wait a bit.
Ah Heng said, "Can you hurry up? I have something to do."
The other side said, "Just wait."
Ah Heng.
Huddled in a dark, enclosed corner, I was reminded of the locked-room murder cases from Detective Conan, a show I watched a long time ago, and a cold sweat broke out on my back.
Then, I waited for half an hour.
Then, the child grew anxious, realizing she couldn't wait any longer; she felt that if she waited any longer, her fifth sister would bite her to death.
So, I took out Xiao Wu's dad's phone and searched for a long time in the elevator before finally getting two bars of signal. I called Xiao Wu, and she said, "Fifth Sister, can you borrow some paper from someone else first? I won't be able to get there for a while."
It's still very noisy over there with Xiao Wu. Ah Heng, where are you now?
Ah Heng was frustrated; he was stuck in the elevator between the eighth and ninth floors.
What?!!!
Xiao Wu screamed. She had just reached the front of the line, but when she heard what Aheng said, she turned around and tried to leave. However, there was a huge crowd behind her, and she couldn't even push her way through.
Instead, he stepped on her feet a few times.
Xiao Wu was furious, roaring like a lioness from the east bank of the river: "Get the hell out of my way!"
Everyone was stunned.
Yan hope, who was signing documents with his head down, also looked up, frowned, and looked at her calmly—what's wrong with this young lady?
Xiao Wu, you... are asking me? My eyes are sparkling, I'm shy, I'm being coy, um... it's nothing, it's just... my sister... um... is stuck in the elevator.
He's having trouble speaking.
Ah Heng, on the other end of the phone, heard everything clearly and burst into tears.
What a fickle fifth sister! TOT
Yan hope coughed lightly and instructed his assistant beside him. He then spoke to Xiao Wu in a calm and polite manner, "Don't worry, I've already spoken to the repair department. It will be done soon. Please comfort that young lady."
When Aheng heard Yan hope's voice from afar, she burst into tears again.
Xiao Wu, with tears streaming down his face, said, "Liu'er, did you hear that? DJ Yan has reported the situation for us. The higher-ups won't forget about us. Don't be afraid, okay?"
It was a tone that urged underground party members to sacrifice themselves.
Ah Heng chuckled and said, "I know, I haven't eaten the big dumplings Auntie made yet."