C25 Pack up and Go Home

The devil was a good man at first.

01.

On the edge of the pot was a line of small rusted words.

He said that when the cedar was found, he told Wei Qingyu that Liang Su was a demon that crawled out from the Sea of Bitterness in hell.

It was very strange, so Wei Qingyu chose not to believe him.

Jiang Tang did feel that there was something wrong with her brain.

After she left Xinjin Yu News Agency with the coffee, she went to the phone station and gave Miss Fu a cheap call, complaining to her, "I think Wei Qingyu is similar to the silly guy on West Street."

The silly girl was a silly girl who had been silly since she was born.

Ah Fu remembered her. She was quite cute.

But why did Jiang Tang have to be so silly? She flipped through the money box full of small yellow croakers and asked curiously, "Isn't Wei Qingyu Wei Baiyu's sister?"

"So what do you want to say?" Jiang Tang asked cautiously.

Ah Fu didn't say anything. Through the thin and long red phone line, she could hear the rustling sound of pedestrians walking through the snow. It was very soft. She guessed that it was a girl from some family.

After thinking for a while, she smiled and said, "Jiang Tang, take care."

... Take care of your turtle head.

Jiang Tang held on to the broken phone that was beeping non-stop. In the end, she resisted the urge and habit of unplugging the phone. She paid the bill and slowly walked out of the phone station like a turtle.

One step... two steps... three steps...

She looked up at the person standing on the curb.

It was Wei Qingyu, who had followed her all the way. She seemed to have just come back to her senses. She stood in a daze in the white snow and asked, "Why is Liang Su a demon?"

Jiang Tang pursed her lips and smiled.

She didn't care if Liang Su was a demon or not.

She handed the hot coffee pot to Wei Qingyu and found a clean place to sit down with her legs crossed. She asked her directly, "Have you thought about what you want in exchange for a wish?"

Wei Qingyu shook her head with a pale face.

She could not accept all of Jiang Tang's conditions.

Jiang Tang looked at her with interest. From her short, curly hair to her silk cheongsam embroidered with cherries, she felt no different from the little girls from Mary Academy.

It seems that this Cambridge foreigner's ink isn't that amazing.

She rolled up the loose snow at her feet.

The snow had fallen last night. The old ladies who were used to waking up early walked back and forth in their warm cotton shoes a few times. The pure white had long turned into the color of unsightly soil.

It was just like the bad guys' little tricks on purpose.

Jiang Tang kneaded a shiny snowball, looked left and right, and found it not bad. She smiled, "Does it look good? If it looks good, hurry up and tell me what you think."

Wei Qingyu's long eyelashes trembled, "I am a believer in prayer."

"So?" Jiang Tang raised her scarlet eyes. Believers have the right to do whatever they want? "Why do you want to pray to me?"

Was it money, or resentment, or something you couldn't get no matter how hard you tried?

Actually, Jiang Tang herself didn't quite understand either. She didn't understand the original intention of the believers' prayers. Why did they wish to the gods born from war? Did they want to live a few years less because their lives were too long?

No, it was because of the so-called purpose and obsession.

Zhang Luyang's adjutant wanted the South Sun City to stop the war between the warlords. He wished to kill the tyrannical general Zhang Luyang. The reason was that he wanted to give the people the illusion that the gods would punish them for doing bad things.

Wei Baiyu in 1949 wanted...

What did he want? Jiang Tang could not remember.

She looked blankly at the gray sky and the bare willow tree. Before Wei Qingyu could answer her questions, she waved her hand and said, "Pack up and go home."

Wei Qingyu stubbornly sat opposite her.

She asked Jiang Tang why believers did not have the right to make their own requests. Shouldn't the gods satisfy all believers' wishes? Aren't you the blessing god of the Temple of Fortune?

Jiang Tang gave her an old photo. It was the scene of Zhang Luyang's body.

She said, "This is what Adjutant Zhang Luyang wants."

After a pause, she looked at Wei Qingyu's face, as if she was observing her emotions. She continued to analyze and explain word by word, "Adjutant Zhang also got such an ending not long after."

"You don't want to end up like this, do you?"

Of course, Wei Qingyu didn't want this to happen.

She wanted to live a peaceful life for the rest of her life. Liang Su and her child would live happily in a house on South Street. In their old age, they could watch the sunset roll down the mountains with him.

But reality was always cruel and cold.

She hugged the coffee pot, "You know Wei Baiyu, right? He..."

"Are you talking about Wei Baiyu from the Temple of Fortune?" Jiang Tang smiled and interrupted her without any hesitation. Her face was full of innocence. "He's been mine since a long time ago."

"Oh, it was probably in 1949."