Zhaojia Village at night is so quiet that people feel a little panicked. The bright moonlight shines on us, casting long shadows on the ground.

Zhao Qun and I were walking on this path with our mouths closed and silent.

Zhaojiacun is not a very big village, and it only takes 17 or 18 minutes to walk from the beginning to the end of the village. The Zhao Qun family lives in the center of the village, and the Luo Jun family lives in the far west.

It only took me less than ten minutes to walk from Zhao Qun's house to the gate of Zhao Luojun's house.

The door of Zhao Luojun's house was not locked and was still wide open like during the day. Under the moonlight, the furnishings in the yard were clearly visible.

At this time, Zhao Luojun's house was still dressed in white silk, and white lanterns were also hung on the two corners of the gate.

One look revealed that someone had died in his family in the past two days and a funeral was being held.

"Hey, Luo Jun, I'm here." Zhao Qun was not afraid of disturbing the peace of the house. He stepped into the big threshold with one foot and shouted directly.

Zhao Qun now looks like a lively young man, with a faint smile on his face, walking very fast as if there is wind under his feet.

After a few steps, he entered the lobby of Zhao Luojun's home.

When he saw Zhao Qun coming, an uncle who was about the same age as Zhao Qun was kneeling in front of a large coffin. He stood up, patted the dust off his body, and walked over.

"You're here." Without even thinking, he knew that this person was Zhao Luojun.

"Well, we're here, how are you?" Zhao Qun asked.

Zhao Luojun shook his head and said: "There is nothing wrong at the moment." His eyes were red, and two traces of tears could be clearly seen under his eyes under the light.

Zhao Luojun looked sick and pale. It could be seen that the death of his son was a huge blow to him. Yes, he looked haggard.

"My condolences, I think your child must have died as a boy. He must have been reincarnated by the gods in the sky." Zhao Qun patted Zhao Luojun on the shoulder and said in a comforting tone.

After saying this, Zhao Luojun couldn't hold back his tears any longer, burst out of his eyes, covered his face and started crying.

For a grown man to cry like this, he looks embarrassed.

I couldn't help but curl up my lips and laugh. I couldn't tell that Zhao Qun was a former policeman.

There is really a way to fool people.

Child's fate? What is that? Why haven't I heard of it?

"Let's go, let me go see the body of your baby first." Zhao Qun nodded to Zhao Luojun. Zhao Luojun quickly wiped away the tears that fell, sobbed twice, and then led Zhao Qun towards the coffin.

Because I was a bystander, when I came back to Zhao Luojun's house, I just followed him to join in the fun.

Therefore, it is inconvenient to follow others close to the coffin of the deceased.

I walked towards the wall, looked around, and after making sure no one noticed me, I took out the mobile phone in my pocket and searched for the three keywords "child life".

The reason why I am so cautious is because this is the hall of death where the dead place their coffins. It is very disrespectful to play with mobile phones in the hall of death, so it is best not to be seen.

I just typed the words "boy's life" into the search box, and the same words popped up below the search box.

I turned my finger and clicked in.

Click on the top one, and you will see the following: Many novels and plays say that a boy's life "will be demoted to the human world for immortals and gods, and he will die before the age of 20 if he does not live long in the human world." These are just literary and artistic expressions, and

Physiognomy has nothing to do with it. In physiognomy, a child’s life is divided into two types: true and shadow.

A true boy's life refers to a person who has a lot of bad luck, while a shadow boy's life refers to a person who is relatively less unlucky. This is a classification method and has nothing to do with short life, babies are prone to die prematurely, etc. It will not have a short life, babies

Nor will he die young.

It's just that some modern fortune tellers hope that more people will support themselves by practicing the ritual, so they quote the death and premature death from various operas and novels. The fate of a child is the result of the numerology horoscope analysis performed by the ancients.

"Wow." I looked at the information I searched and felt a little surprised.

There really is such a thing.

I carefully browsed the characteristics of the boy's life, and I was surprised to find that basically all people with the boy's life would not survive the age of 18, even if they did.

After that, every year of his life will be like living in his zodiac year, with bad luck and misfortune, and all kinds of accidents and emergencies will catch him.

"Here, why does this sound so similar to me?" I laughed at myself, but I didn't dare to make a sound, I just curled my lips.

"Wow, is this a mobile phone? It's so handsome." Suddenly, I heard a childish boy's voice.

"Yeah, he's very handsome. My wife chose it for me." I turned around as if to show off, wanting to see which child it was.

Unexpectedly, he turned around and met a person eye to eye.

"Wow——"

"Wow--"

Almost at the same time, the man and I screamed together. Because our feet involuntarily took two steps back, one of them failed to stand firm and fell to the ground.

Immediately, all the villagers in the hall who came to visit the deceased looked at me.

I could only point to my feet in embarrassment and said, "I didn't stand firm just now and accidentally fell."

After saying this, most of the people turned their heads. The remaining people looked at me and glared at me.

I looked at the boy who was about the size of a bell with his mouth wide open and screaming in surprise, and frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Hey, brat, I'm hated by others all because of you." I stood up dissatisfied and patted the non-existent dust on my body.

Maybe it was because it was chosen as the underworld. The room was cleaned spotlessly, and even the floor was covered with soft sackcloth.

Although I had spoken, the little boy's screams still did not stop.

Having no choice, I stepped forward and after seeing that no one around me was paying attention to me, I reached out my hand and covered the little boy's mouth.

"I told you not to scream, it makes my ears hurt."

The little boy nodded, and I let go of his mouth, coughed twice, and returned to normal.

"You can actually see me, little sister." The little boy said, but those same words almost made me vomit blood.

What the hell is little sister? Please don’t call me random names, okay?

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that I didn't speak, the little boy persisted and asked, "Can you really see me? Why can you see me? Why are you ignoring me now? Just say something."

"You're so annoying," I said almost through gritted teeth. Then I quickly walked out of the house and came to the yard where there was no one.
Chapter completed!