C29 Years of Love and Hate

02.

But would a good god harm the believers who prayed to him?

Wei Qingyu sat under the shabby roof. After eating a handful of salt fried sunflower seeds Jiang Tang gave her, she said to Jiang Tang, "I almost thought you were going to tear me apart like you did to Zhang Luyang."

Jiang Tang grabbed the shell and threw it at her, "What's the use of tearing you apart? Did you give me money?"

The early morning of the Southern Sun's spring was always shrouded in mist. The little sparrow woke up even earlier than the wild phoenix, and its chirping broke all the peace and quiet in the city.

The child who delivered the milk ran past the two girls like the wind.

Wei Qingyu held her hair that she had just done a few days ago.

When the wind calmed down and the fragrance of milk was faint, she still had the elegant appearance of a young miss of the Wei family. She tucked in her warm silk shawl and said, "I've returned the IOU to you, and Wei Baiyu has also given it to you."

"Just tell me what you want."

Jiang Tang said with melancholy, "I'm short of money and offerings. Help me build a shrine."

Wei Qingyu lowered her head and rolled up a snow rabbit that had no eyes in the snow. She stuck two yellow and unknown leaves into her ears and placed them respectfully on the stone stool in front of Jiang Tang.

It was as if she was offering incense to her ancestors during the Tomb-Sweeping Day. "Wei Baiyu's favorite."

Jiang Tang squinted his eyes and looked weak.

Wei Baiyu didn't have any special hobbies since he was young. He only liked cute and obedient things like snow rabbits. The youths next door obviously liked to play with knives and guns.

She let out a long sigh: "I'll just kill you in advance."

Wei Qingyu was silent. She didn't really want to talk to Jiang Tang right now.

On New Year's Eve, Wei Jingyu went home to reunite with her family. She brought presents for her brothers and sisters. She was the only one who brought a few old newspapers from the corner.

The newspapers were not very famous, and the news was only reported a few decades ago.

The title read: Adjutant, God of Fortune, and Zhang Luyang's love and hatred.

Wei Qingyu almost choked on her glutinous rice and sesame seed balls. Before sending the evening prayer token from the Temple of Fortune home, she specially went to the old Xin Xin Newspaper office to pay a visit.

The person who received her was the chief editor, Miss Ah Jin.

When Miss Ah Jin was young, she was in charge of the anecdote section. She had a share in the newspapers that Wei Jingyu gave her, but the reason why she was so enthusiastic was not because she liked it.

It was because of her aunt's daughter, Sanjishima Fuzi.

Fuzi disappeared in the spring and summer of 1976.

The child, who didn't want to reveal his name, witnessed the process of her disappearance. He said that it was God of Fortune from the Temple of Fortune who took her away. Before he left, God of Fortune chopped off her husband's head.

Wei Qingyu felt that this was probably a story spread by someone.

But she still handed the photo Miss Ah Jin gave to Jiang Tang.

The photo was not well-preserved. The edges of the photo were covered with faint yellow marks left by the rain. Wei Qingyu looked familiar and asked Jiang Tang, "Do you know her? She's your believer."

Jiang Tang took a look and chuckled.

Fuzi was Miss Tishima from the vegetable shop on Douge Street.

She had seen her in the photo before. She was the eldest daughter of a wine-making family in the Capital. At the age of sixteen, she traveled across the ocean and studied at the Kong Descendant High School in Nanyang. Her grades and popularity were top-notch in school.

Unfortunately, when she was seventeen, she met Liang Yu from the antique shop.

Liang Yu's family didn't have much money. His parents had died of a serious illness, which was common in books. He could only live with his sister and brother-in-law.

His sister was kind and found him a job.

It was to learn from the manager of Chahar Antique Store.

Jiang Tang felt that this matter had developed too quickly, so she didn't pay much attention to it. However, there was something strange about the Three-Isles Fushiro's Prayer. She looked at Wei Qingyu and asked, "Are you sure?"

A believer of the Evening Prayer? He did not even accept the tablet. What kind of a believer was he?

Jiang Tang was very confused. Wei Qingyu was even more confused than her.

The prayer was told to her by Miss Ah Jin. She said that she found the diary of Fuzi when she was sorting out her sister's things. The diary clearly recorded the process of her prayer:

March 21st, 1976.

I received the Blessing God's Dusk Prayer Plate.

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