Chen Mo chewed Yang Fei's words repeatedly and was completely confused.

The same story can be interpreted like this.

If this story is really passed down by Buddhism and is really an understanding of the world of life, then Yang Fei's interpretation is undoubtedly correct.

Isn’t it just a look from a distance if you have a crush on someone?

The second man was attracted by her body, because he saw it and didn’t want to be stained by other people’s eyes, so he thought of covering her with clothes?

What about the third man? For what purpose did he bury her?

In the real world, when you see a corpse, who dares to bury it randomly?

Are you a relative who knows her?

Or is it the murderer who killed her?

A story of Buddhist fate was interpreted as suspense by Yang Fei.

Chen Mo felt that Yang Fei's words were not without reason. Compared with those literary students who followed the crowd and only knew romance and poetry, his thinking was obviously one level higher.

Every time Chen Mo comes into contact with him, he will find a shining point on him and be deeply attracted by him.

She couldn't help asking, "So, what about our past lives? What was it like? Guess?"

Yang Fei shook his head and said nothing.

What was the past life like?

It's a fruitless love.

Your soul returns to the west, and I will sacrifice forever on earth.

And his next life, just like the fateful story just now, married the person who buried him in his previous life, or they were buried in marriage at the same time.

Yang Fei said lightly: "This kind of story cannot stand scrutiny. The third man buried that woman, so she married him. So, who buried him after this man died? Why didn't he marry the woman who buried him?"

"Hmm? Yes," Chen Mo smiled as if he had discovered a new continent, "When I think about it, this story is purely about cause and effect. And it doesn't make sense at all."

Yang Fei said: "So, we don't have to care about the past. We don't even have to focus too much on the future. Living in the present is the best."

Chen Mo didn't know what he thought of, but his pretty face suddenly turned dark and said, "You are right. Only impermanence in life is constant."

She picked up the cup, took a sip, and said, "Just like my mother, when she was so young, she couldn't walk because of a car accident. How could she have thought of her when she was young? What would she do today? Also, there is a girl in our school who has leukemia. She is only twenty years old. Her years are about to wither."

Yang Fei asked, "Who? Do you know each other?"

Chen Mo said: "It's a senior sister in your chemistry department. The school has been organizing fundraising these days. But how can this drop in the bucket be enough to save her life like a flower?"

Yang Fei said: "I just came back from Shanghai and haven't heard of this."

Chen Mo thought for a while and said, "It seems that he is called Zhu Lin! What a poetic name!"

Yang Fei said in shock: "You mean Zhu Lin?"

Chen Mo said: "What did you do with such a big reaction? Yes, it's Zhu Lin."

Yang Fei said in surprise: "I know her. She will graduate next year! I have helped a lot in the research team of Qinghai University."

He really didn't expect that Zhu Lin, who is so cheerful and smiling, would actually get leukemia?

"I also promised her that I would invite her to Taohua Village to play." Yang Fei still couldn't believe the fact that Zhu Lin actually got leukemia.

"Can leukemia really not be cured?" Chen Mo asked.

"If you have a chance, it depends on the opportunity." Yang Fei said, "I will go see her tomorrow. Are you going to join us?"

Chen Mo nodded: "Yes."

The atmosphere of the conversation became solemn in an instant.

Yang Fei said: "Chen Mo, promise me that living well and living happily is more important than anything else. No one knows what will happen tomorrow."

He didn't know whether he could change her future life trajectory.

What if it can't be changed?

Her beautiful life as beautiful as flowers will soon wither like Zhu Lin.

Thinking of this, Yang Fei couldn't help but feel relieved.

Because he didn't know what he had to do to keep her beautiful life.

An accident is like the god of death coming. If you avoid the first day of the lunar calendar, can you avoid the fifteenth day?

Yang Fei thought and said, "I have read a book about a person. Suddenly he got some superpowers, and he could see everyone's health."

"Health value?" Chen Mo tried hard to understand.

Yang Fei said: "Just like playing games, every character has a life bar, and everyone in our real world actually has a life value, but it is hidden and most people cannot see it. And this person opened the golden finger of the system and opened the life bar of everyone. He can see who has only a lot of life left, who has only a few days and a few years to live."

"That's amazing! Then hasn't he become a prophet?" Chen Mo said in surprise.

"No, he feels that he has become the King of Hell. Because as long as he says someone dies one day, that person will really die one day. You say that such a person is like the King of Hell, can he be judged for life and death?"

"Ah? It's really scary to think about it."

Yang Fei looked at her beautiful eyes and asked slowly: "If it were you, would you ask him, how many years do you have left?"

"Me?" Chen Mo thought for a while, shook his head with a smile, "I don't want to know."

Yang Fei asked, "Why?"

Chen Mo said: "When I didn't know, I thought life was still long, and I could squander today's time to the fullest. I could just wander in the sea of ​​books, or just have a drink with you in peace. I also felt that life was wonderful. But if I knew that I would die one day, I would be in a panic all day long. Can I still read books quietly? Can I still drink so leisurely?"

Yang Fei’s arrangement was actually just to understand her thoughts from the side and then tell her that she must be careful one day.

However, Yang Fei dared not say it out loud.

Seeing that he was silent, Chen Mo asked, "What about you? What would you do?"

Yang Fei said: "I will ask him, I really want to know the length of my life."

Chen Mo said in surprise: "Why?"

Yang Fei said: "Whether we know or not, we cannot grasp the length of our lives, but I can do what I like most in a limited time and accompany the person I love the most. I will not feel that life is only so short, and I will be negative and sinful. On the contrary, I will cherish every day more. I will not go to extremes. Even if my death is tomorrow, I will still sit here today and drink this glass of wine with you."

Chen Mo smiled sweetly.

She also thought that if the death date was tomorrow, what she wanted to do the most.

"I want to ask you to hold an umbrella for me and put on my clothes again."

Of course, this was just what she said in her heart and she didn't say it.
Chapter completed!