Chapter 918 A Lifetime of Wealth (Part 1)

The night breeze is slightly cool and refreshing, but at the end of summer, it makes people feel very comfortable. After all, they have just experienced the baptism of scorching heat. At this time, most people are still willing to let the "cold" come. More violent.

A young man slowly walked up the mountain step by step. On his shoulder was a money turtle crawling there, as steady as a mountain.

The closer you go to the top of the mountain, the fresher the surrounding air becomes. This freshness is not due to the altitude factor in the ordinary sense, but because the spiritual energy around you begins to become richer.

The man could clearly feel that the sleeping turtle on his shoulder was starting to look a little more excited. Unfortunately, it had just gained spirituality and didn't know how to practice it yet. It only knew how to swallow it stupidly. After rolling into a round body, he continued to sleep. It seemed like such a silly approach. If he wanted to practice the Taoism, he would have to wait for who knows how long. Fortunately, the turtle lived longer.

The man didn't put any effort into it, and it was no different from the pets kept by ordinary people. But as the saying goes, if a person can ascend to heaven with a chicken or a dog, anything that can always be with him will change a little as long as he is not hopelessly stupid. .

Just like this money turtle.

He reached out and picked off a banana leaf.

"ah!…………"

Stretching slightly, the man looked particularly lazy. His temperament at this time was quite like that of an ancient celebrity.

Of course, in ancient times, appearance and temperament were also one of the thresholds for entering an official career, especially in those periods when the imperial examination was not perfected. If you wanted to be an official and meet your own "progress" requirements, you had to either let your mother or When your father is sick, you will be filial to your parents by beating gongs and drums, or you will be waiting for a big shot to pass by and lay out your poss in advance. Even in the cold winter, you have to stand alone in light clothes, blowing a fan and coughing blood to be called a celebrity.

However, the temperament of a man cannot be faked. Even for the audience, it is difficult to deliberately create a temperament that is not his own. After all, these things are deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

When the man reached the top of the mountain, another middle-aged man appeared, and the images of the two men instantly formed a sharp contrast.

Because the other party was shirtless and holding a shovel in his hand, he kept shoveling back and forth. The soil he shoveled out was filled back in by him, over and over again, as if he was not tired or bored at all. .

The young man squatted down next to him and just watched the middle-aged man in front of him doing such a mindless thing.

After watching for half an hour, the young man became a little tired. He couldn't bear it anymore and said,

"I said, Lao Yan, have you been like this for two days? I regret not buying some seeds when we were at the bottom of the mountain. You have plowed the land on this mountain top. It would be a pity not to plant something."

Yan Huihong was stunned for a moment and frowned, as if he just realized that he had been shoveling for so long, but he felt that only a while had passed. He turned his head and looked at Piao Lou sitting over there, and then looked intently. The tortoise who landed on Piao Lou's shoulder smiled and said:

"Your pet fetishes are getting weirder and weirder."

"Nonsense, how well I raised my Pixiu last time and how much effort I put into it, but it was sucked to death by that guy. Now I see it, it's quite worry-free to raise a little turtle.

By the way, you invited me to the boundary of Guangxi to tell me what kind of secret place you discovered. I have been looking for you for so long before I could sense your breath nearby. I can understand why you let me go. No one is in a hurry. I have to be busy, right? But you are actually plowing here.

The radio station is about to move, and we have also been included in the cleanup list. However, the world will not be destroyed. Ordinary people can live ordinary lives as usual. Listeners who don’t understand may think that the end of the world is coming and prepare in advance. There's a food shortage. "

"Hi." Yan Huihong sighed heavily, then subconsciously threw the shovel away, then felt something was wrong and immediately picked it up again.

"Magical weapon?" Piao Lou asked a little strangely.

"A magic weapon produced by the Nanning State-owned Agricultural Tool Factory." Yan Huihong showed the sign of the shovel to Pililou, "Do you want to get in the car?"

"Hey, why are you so crazy? Are you going to go to that secret realm?" Piao Lou was obviously helpless, and of course, a little impatient.

"Wait a little longer, we have to see something more." Yan Huihong shook his head, then waved his palm, and a light blue light bloomed in his eyes. Then, the scene from that day appeared again, and he saw a A middle-aged man with a bloated body and a bald head slowly walked down the mountain from here holding an urn.

Yan Huihong held a shovel in his hand and followed suit. This scene was just a memory of the vegetation that had been nourished by wealth and wealth, so it was not real. It was a bit like watching a video tape.

Pilou was a little strange, seeing Yan Huihong walking slowly and stupidly past him, and then slowly leaning towards him on the way down the mountain.

"what the hell?"

Pililou's fingertips swept across his eyebrows, and there was a flash of light in his eyes, but he couldn't see anything. At this time, he was too embarrassed to disturb Yan Huihong's progress. Destroying people's feelings is like killing parents. This is what the audience thinks There are unwritten rules, and Piao Lou is not so ignorant.

But driven by curiosity, Pililou continued to follow Yan Huihong.

The road in the mountains is not easy to walk. This is not because Yan Huihong walked slowly, but because the rich man walked very slowly back then.

A mountain road, the same late at night, the dark night, looks very desolate.

Yan Huihong walked slowly and followed slowly, as if just to revisit the last scene in the life of the "Mr. Money Spreader".

Gradually, we went down the mountain and slowly entered the county town.

Yan Huihong looked at Fugui, who looked a bit senile. The vitality that had been leaking out along the way had changed his appearance. In fact, he might have been dead a long time ago. Even if he was not dead before, it would be a shame to have leaked so much vitality now. It's impossible to survive.

The origin is not cabbage on the roadside, it is not that easy to replenish, and it is unimaginably expensive.

Fugui's body began to become more and more transparent, and his pace began to become slower and slower. Slowly, he began to talk to himself. In fact, he didn't stop from the time he dug up his deceased wife's grave with a shovel and took out the urn. He was talking to himself, but the emotions in his words began to become deeper and deeper, like a jar of wine, which was rapidly passing through the precipitation of time.

Yan Huihong took a deep breath. In fact, it was nothing to see, but for some reason, he seemed to be fascinated by it.

Piao Lou behind him teased the money turtle from time to time. He was bored. He didn't know how crazy Yan Huihong was. In fact, if it wasn't for the secret realm and needed to get some information from Yan Huihong, he would have slapped his butt. Leave.

Lao Fugui looked around, as if he was holding his wife's hand while shopping. In the end, Lao Fugui seemed to realize something. A child riding a bicycle passed right through him.

The old rich man sat on the ground slumped.

Yan Huihong stood next to Lao Fugui, listening to Lao Fugui's last murmurs, as if he himself had not expected that he was actually dead before he knew it.

Yan Huihong squatted down next to him. He wanted to take a closer look at the guardian who was said to have survived for many years in the place of enlightenment and watched generations of big bosses achieve enlightenment.

There was sadness on Lao Fugui's face, 30% of it was accident and 70% of relief. This seemed to be his own choice, more like the final appeal he had been waiting for for a long time.

But as a listener, who is willing to die?

At least Yan Huihong doesn't take life and death lightly, otherwise he would have died long ago. How happy would it be to die?

At this time, the urn opened by itself, and the ashes began to scatter. Little stars began to shine out of Lao Fugui's body, and at the same time, his own body began to become more and more transparent.

Is this the end?

Yan Huihong is a very calm person. Before he became an audience member, he was a gangster. He was very loyal and had been in trouble several times. Feng Xiaogang's "Old Paoer" a few years ago seemed to be a microcosm of his previous years. , even after becoming a listener, some of his habits did not change. It was the first time he met Su Bai. At that time, he thought Su Bai, a junior, was quite interesting and even gave him a thumbs up.

Now, it is a bit sad to see this person who was considered one of the giants at the beginning reach the last step of his life.

In fact, Yan Huihong was also thinking, who killed Fugui?

It stands to reason that for such a giant to exist, in this real world, except for radio, nothing can kill him, but he died, and in such a "bizarre" way.

In Yan Huihong's view, it was Xu Fugui's own heart that died. When he dug up his late wife's grave, he was already leaking the source of his vitality. It was because he was tired from deep down and no longer wanted to live. .

There is no greater sorrow than death, and it has been perfectly interpreted by Xu Fugui. Even Xu Fugui himself seemed to be a little unprepared. Maybe it was because after death, everything ended too quickly. Maybe he even obeyed. My own intention, but I am actually not quite ready yet.

After all, people have two sides: rationality and sensibility.

Yan Huihong has seen many people die and various ways of death, but he has never seen such an example where the heart dies first and then the person dies. Today, it was an eye-opener for him.

But at this moment, Yan Huihong, who was just waiting for all this to end and then do whatever he had to do, suddenly saw Xu Fugui, whose body was almost completely transparent, suddenly turned his head and looked at him. Xu Fugui's eyes, Xu Fugui His expression and Xu Fugui's tone at this time seemed to tell Yan Huihong that he was talking to himself and that he could see him:

"You said, can a person still live without his heart?"

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PS: "Bigan breaks his heart" from "The List of Fengshen", can a person live without a heart?