Chapter 1 A Person's Destiny

Of course, a person's destiny depends on their own struggle, but the progress of history must also be taken into account…

For example, right now, the old Taoist who had just gone to the cemetery to commemorate the seven-day memorial of the massage parlor girl who was killed by human traffickers,

He himself was unaware that he had been given a new sacred mission by his boss in Yangzhou.

Fang Xing'er was gone. According to people in the police station, her family had come from her hometown, but because the news that the murderers had also died soon broke, seeing that they could not get any compensation, her family simply left, not even caring about Fang Xing'er's body.

It had been lying in the morgue for a long time. This wasn't an unclaimed body, and the police couldn't easily deal with it according to the procedures for unclaimed bodies. What if they dealt with it and the deceased's family suddenly appeared and demanded compensation?

This kind of thing wasn't unheard of.

Later, after the old Taoist heard about this from Lao Zhang, he went to the police station to sign the claim form, took the body back, and paid out of his own pocket to buy a cemetery plot to bury Fang Xing'er.

In the eyes of outsiders, this action of the old Taoist might be a little silly, bordering on foolish.

But the old Taoist felt that he should do this. Fang Xing'er had knitted him a red sweater before the accident. Even for the sake of that sweater, he should do these things.

In addition, Fang Xing'er actually died quite heroically. If it weren't for the fact that her identity was relatively sensitive and not suitable for large-scale publicity, perhaps the situation wouldn't be so bleak.

Fang Xing'er's husband and son were both supported by Fang Xing'er alone, who "worked" outside to earn money.

One gambled money in his hometown, and the other was in college. The two men clung to Fang Xing'er, desperately sucking her blood, but when she was gone, no one really looked at her again.

The old Taoist felt sorry for Fang Xing'er.

But there were too many things like this. The fickleness of the world and the coldness of human relationships seemed to have gradually become the main theme of the current trend.

Walking out of the cemetery park, the old Taoist got into the car, which still belonged to Xu Qinglang.

The old Taoist didn't plan to buy a car recently,

Because he discovered a problem:

The cars in the bookstore were too easy to break.

Either they were crashed or blown up,

In short,

The lifespan was really frighteningly short.

Only people like Lao Xu and Attorney An, who didn't lack money, could happily go to choose a new car as soon as one was scrapped.

The little monkey stayed in the car, peeling a bag of peanuts in front of him.

After the old Taoist got in, the little monkey grabbed a handful of peanut kernels in front of him and put them in front of the old Taoist.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

Grandpa, eat!

The old Taoist smiled, took the peanuts, put a few in his mouth, and then put a few in the little monkey's mouth.

The two, one human and one monkey, were enjoying themselves in the car.

Starting the car and heading back to the bookstore, the old Taoist passed by a farmer's market and bought some fruits and dried fruits. After arriving at the bookstore, he first went to the pharmacy next door to deliver some fruits to Fangfang and the others, and then visited Gou Xin.

He encouraged him to recuperate in peace and strive to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible.

Gou Xin seemed to have listened, his eyes filled with tears.

Returning to the bookstore, he put the fruits away and placed the dried fruits in their place. The old Taoist then picked up the broom and began to sweep the floor.

In the past, the cleaning of the bookstore was done by the Death Servants, but since the Death Servants were planted in the ground by Black Xiaoniu from time to time, the cleaning work was vacated.

The old Taoist naturally took over, since he was idle anyway.

After sweeping the floor, he picked up a rag and began to clean the tables and chairs.

The sofa that the boss often sat on didn't need the old Taoist to take care of it. As long as the boss was at home, Yingying would change the sofa cover every day.

Sometimes, the old Taoist was quite envious of the boss for having a Yingying.

A beautiful, sensible, caring, willing to give everything for you, and rich girlfriend,

Where could you find one?

This was more magical than a Korean drama.

Busy here and there,

When the sky was getting dark, the old Taoist finally stopped.

The white fox walked in elegantly from the bookstore door, jumped onto a coffee table, and lay down, looking at the setting sun outside through the glass window.

The orange light shone on the white fox's body.

It had to be said,

It really had the taste of an oil painting.

The white fox was calm and composed. Since becoming a five-tailed fox, the white fox gave people a feeling of cutting off three thousand vexations;

It wasn't as flirtatious as before.

"Let's eat."

Xu Qinglang came out and placed the food on the table.

The boss had left with the five ghost servants, and there weren't many people who could eat at the bookstore now, so Xu Qinglang didn't make much, just a few small dishes for everyone to eat together.

In fact, the taste was very good, especially the crucian carp soup in the middle. It was nothing more than three crucian carp plus a few pieces of tofu, but the soup was delicious, and the old Taoist drank three bowls all by himself.

After the meal,

The old Taoist sat at the door of the bookstore with a bench.

You could say he was enjoying the cool, but the weather wasn't suitable for enjoying the cool. The old Taoist was just sitting here, watching the men and women passing by on the pedestrian street, with the sense of sight of an empty-nest old man.

After a while,

Xu Qinglang came over and handed the old Taoist a cup of tea.

The old Taoist reached out to take it, lowered his head, and took a sip.

"Hey, don't mention it, after the boss and the others left, this house really feels quite deserted."

The old Taoist nodded.

"Alright, you continue to watch here, I'm going out to buy some raw materials."

Although Geng Chen and Attorney An left the bookstore together, Xu Qinglang's puppetry still had to be practiced. This thing really cost a lot of materials.

Fortunately, he was a man with twenty or so apartments,

Otherwise, he really couldn't afford to play.

The old Taoist continued to sit at the door. In front of him, neon lights flickered, weaving the main tone of this noisy night.

At the window of Attorney An's room above the old Taoist's head,

The little boy was holding onto the window and standing there,

His gaze,

Looking into the distance.

The first day she wasn't here,

Missing her!

I wonder how she is in Yangzhou, whether she has encountered any danger, or whether she has been bullied.

In the room next to his,

Yingying was sitting at her desk,

In front of her were some wealth management product introductions. She had been looking at them for a long time, but the more she looked, the more she felt that the best wealth management seemed to be not managing wealth at all…

Yingying, who had surpassed Xu Qinglang in the number of properties, was not very happy today, because it was said that the state was about to introduce property tax.

Worries,

Worries,

Isn't that right,

Other people's maids only need to serve their masters well, and they can receive a considerable salary every month. On Yingying's side, she has to pay money to let the boss live a life of drinking civet coffee every day.

After thinking about it,

Yingying decided to wait for the boss to come back and let the boss make the decision,

But she frowned immediately,

The boss doesn't seem to like being bothered by these things!

Yingying leaned back on the chair,

Picked up the hot water cup next to her,

Took a sip of hot water,

And then threw the large stack of property certificates on the table, enough to play poker, into the drawer.

Getting up,

Yingying went to bed,

And then immediately stood up again.

Although the boss wasn't at home,

Some habits had been subtly influenced by her.

The bed was a very sacred place. Before taking a bath, you couldn't defile it.

Yingying went to take a bath,

Half an hour later,

Yingying returned to the bedroom,

Lying down on the outer side of the bed,

Turned on the table lamp,

Picked up *The Maid's Self-Cultivation* on the bedside table and began to review it.

She only sleeps on the outer part, because the inner part is the boss's.

While reading the book by the light of the lamp and listening to the sound of the wind outside the window,

Yingying suddenly had a kind of illusion,

That the boss was lying beside her at this time, sound asleep, and that the sound of the wind was the boss's even breathing.

After reading the book for about an hour,

Yingying closed the book,

Just then,

She saw what looked like a figure appearing near the window of the closet in the room.

Yingying got up in confusion and walked over.

In the mirror,

She saw herself,

But slowly,

The clothes of herself in the mirror began to change,

From the original pajamas to a very retro outfit.

A skirt woven with peacock feathers, delicate bracelets, and crystal bracelets on her ankles.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

Yingying shook her head,

The her in the mirror also shook her head.

Finally,

Yingying understood, took a few steps back, looked at herself in the mirror again, turned around, and went back to bed.

She closed her eyes,

And began to calm her heart down.

Digesting the legacy of Hanba was a very long process. In this process, she would naturally be affected by some of her influences, but as long as she calmed her heart down, she could overcome them.

Gradually,

Yingying's consciousness began to fall into chaos,

She,

Fell asleep…

"Closing time, closing time!"

It was late at night. The old Taoist pulled down the shutter door of the bookstore. In the past, the bookstore would be open until the second half of the night, but now there weren't any ghost servants in the bookstore, so there was no point in staying open until the second half of the night, and they couldn't do any business.

Closing the door, locking it, the old Taoist took a towel and washbasin to the bathroom to wash up,

The little monkey also took a small washbasin, a small towel, and a children's toothbrush, and washed up with the old Taoist.

"Hoo...tuí!

Splash!"

The old Taoist wiped his face,

Reached out and scratched the monkey's fur,

Said:

"Your fur has grown long again, I'll give you a trim tomorrow."

The little monkey nodded and used a small cup to get water and began to rinse his mouth.

At this time,

The old Taoist's phone rang,

"Whose pho...oh, it's the boss's."

The old Taoist quickly answered the phone:

"Hello, Boss."

"Old Taoist, are you at the bookstore?"

"I am, Boss, what's the matter?"

"Oh, I have a friend here who wants to come back with me this time, and she wants to have a good time in Tong City. She wants to find a tour guide."

"That's no problem, your friend, Boss, is also this poor Taoist's friend. Let this poor Taoist be the tour guide!"

"Yeah, that's what I thought too. We'll probably be back tomorrow morning. You can come to the toll station on the expressway to pick us up then."

"Ah, so urgent? Won't you come to the store for a meal first?"

"No need, she still has something to do. You just need to be in charge of showing the way."

"Okay, Boss, no problem!

I guarantee to complete the mission!"

"Okay, that's settled then."

"Ok, Boss! Believe me, I definitely won't let you lose face."

"Yeah, you've never disappointed me."
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