Chapter 103 Chasing

Pan Jinlian

In the bustling street, Pan Jinlian strolled with a bamboo basket. She knew that she should buy some eggs and some beef, all of which were the best. He knew that he had a money bag hanging around his waist, which was full of silver, which was enough for her to spend the rest of her life.

In addition, she can also remember that there is a lot of gold in her dresser drawer. This gold is enough to buy ten osmanthus buildings. She has decided to open a restaurant bigger than the osmanthus building. One is in Qinghe, one is in Yanggu, and the rest is in Bianliang, Tokyo. There are many rich people in the capital and can afford to spend money. How can she make money in a projectile land like Yanggu County? The restaurant there is purely to tell everyone that Pan Jinlian has developed. She is no longer the poor woman who was forced to marry a dwarf in the past. She can already control her fate.

Fate is really a mysterious thing. When Pan Jinlian thought of fate, she habitually bit her lower lip.

Wait, who is that? Pan Jinlian saw a familiar figure in the crowd. The figure was dressed in gray cloth. Although it was obvious that she was a woman, her movements were as vigorous as a man. It was the nun who guided her fate twice, and she still owed herself a question about the end of fate.

Pan Jinlian finally understood why she felt restless and felt that the things around her were like dreams. It turned out that it was all because the nuns were going to appear. As long as this nun appears, it must be a time of great fluctuations in life. I don't know whether she will bring good news or bad news. Since she has encountered it here, in any case, she must ask about the end of fate.

If I can know what the end of my destiny is, the process is only enjoyment. Such a sentence popped up in Pan Jinlian's mind in an instant.

Go after it! Pan Jinlian felt that nothing was more important than catching up with the nun. She casually threw the bamboo basket to the ground and seemed to hear the sound of broken eggs, but it doesn't matter. As long as there is money, these can be easily bought. Pan Jinlian pressed the purse around her waist with one hand and chased the nun in front of her as fast as she could.

She could clearly see the figure of the nun. For a few times, she could even catch the nun as long as her arm grew a few feet, but as soon as the crowd surged, the nun was quickly pushed away. When resisting the turbulent crowd, she felt so weak. Pan Jinlian was anxious and wanted to shout, but she felt that something seemed to be stuffed in her throat and could not shout out. But she knew that she couldn't give up. This nun was the one who didn't see the end of the dragon. Once she missed this opportunity, she was likely to never see her again. If that's the case, the focus of fate can only be seen and experienced after she spends her whole life. The process was too long, and the trembling, waiting, fatigue and torture during this period were enough to consume all Pan Jinlian's endurance and mind. When she thought of this, she once again ignited a fire of hope.

Squeeze hard, who is afraid of whom. Like a man, she no longer pays attention to maintaining a woman's dignity in the flow of people. In the face of a body that can't be squeezed, she will even open her mouth to bite with her teeth, stretch out her hand and scratch it with her nails. She is like a hungry leopard, chasing the only sheep left in the flock. In the crowd, she felt that someone was sneaking on her and taking advantage of her. The hands swam on her like a snake, cold and slippery, passing through some places that made her blush from time to time.

She wanted to swear. She wanted to stop to argue with the owner of those hands, and she wanted to shout a name to protect herself. Just as the name was about to come out, the feeling of stuck in her throat came again, but this time it seemed that she instinctively stopped shouting. Pan Jinlian seemed to feel that even shouting was useless. This seemed to be a silent world.

The people around are bustling, but sometimes they are unusually quiet.

I can't control so much. It's important to continue to chase the nun. Pan Jinlian resisted the tears that were about to flow out, didn't care about the snake-like hands, and rushed forward desperately. Sure enough, after the hands finally touched their waist heavily, they disappeared. But the cold feeling in that hand was still stuck on the skin until Pan Jinlian squeezed out so far away that it was almost breathless.

There is no time to tremble, and the flow of people seems to be getting more and more crowded. The people around him seem to be about the same. They have the same height, similar clothes, and even similar costumes. Pan Jinlian vaguely felt that she would meet the person who had just passed by again after squeezing for a while. She even doubted whether she had lost her way, but she quickly dispelled this mentality, because the nun was in front of her. Her only purpose is to chase the nun. If the nun is doing a turnback movement back and shuttle between two waves of people, Pan Jinlian is also happy to do so. The only problem is that if she can be sure of this, she can stand still and wait.

Pan Jinlian felt that her ankle had been a little painful, and the stones on the road would poke the soles of the shoes sharply after a while. The soft soles could not resist such a violent puncture, and the sharp pain in the center of her feet would immediately come. She felt again that several stones got into the shoes and shuttled back and forth between her toes. Pan Jinlian suddenly moved her toes, but the stones ran out of the cracks in the toes, but turned against the soles of the feet. With the usual severe pain at that time, it tortured her to drive her crazy.

But it can't stop her.

There are more and more people. When she separated two people and continued to walk forward, she found that her waist was pulled and she could not move forward. Pan Jinlian looked back anxiously. It turned out that although her body was squeezed over, the purse was held. The crowd was so crowded that she couldn't turn her shoulders to separate the two people.

She was so angry that she had to shout, but the shout turned into a plea: "Please, I'm in a hurry. My wallet is stuck. Please give way to me so that I can take out my wallet.

The world became extremely quiet at this moment, and there was only Pan Jinlian's plea in the sky. She could hear her pleas running around like frightened birds in the forest of the crowd, with bursts of fragmented echoes. The echo was accompanied by crying. Pan Jinlian suddenly touched her face without tears. She felt that her eyes were extremely dry, and the crying was not made by herself.

But this touch also shocked me. It's so dry that it doesn't look like your own face. Pan Jinlian touched the rest of her face in horror and found that it was as dry as a big heel. With a gentle rub of the same finger, the skin will be peeled off. This scared Pan Jinlian. She hurriedly looked at her hands. Pan Jinlian found that her pair of jade hands were changing from smooth elasticity to dryness and decay at a speed visible to the naked eye. She was so scared that she couldn't care about the purse at her waist at this time. She quickly unbuttoned the purse with one hand, and then left the two people holding the purse and the silent crowd like a runaway hen.

It doesn't matter. I still have a lot of gold in my house, just in the drawer of the dresser. I can open a less restaurant first. Yes, it won't open in Qinghe County. I don't know anyone in Qinghe County. I can't remember his appearance now. I'm afraid he has forgotten me. Yes, he must have started hooking up with other women again. I don't know if his wife can agree this time. When I go back to Qinghe County to open a restaurant, he will only treat me as a stranger. That kind of revenge is tasteless, which will only make me lose money in Qinghe County for nothing and get a lot of running water. Open a less restaurant and make up for the loss of the money bag just now. Pan Jinlian felt much better when she thought of this.

Although it took a long time, fortunately, the nun was still within her sight and did not lose it. Pan Jinlian took a breath, and it seemed that fate still took care of herself.

Continue to pursue. Pan Jinlian felt chasing for a long time, but strangely, she no longer felt hungry or thirsty, and even the pain in her feet was slowly disappearing. She focused all her attention on the nun and didn't think about these feelings. She remembered that when she was a child, she went to the mill and saw the donkeys pulling the mill. Those donkeys were blindfolded and always circled around the mill. They didn't seem to think about anything and only knew how to move forward. And now I seem to be in that state.

Suddenly, the nun stopped, and Pan Jinlian's heart jumped excitedly, as if she was about to jump out of her chest. She also stopped, and then Pan Jinlian found that the crowd around her had disappeared. The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, not like the north, but like the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River described by pedestrians. Pan Jinlian even felt the warm wind blowing through her face, and her face was itchy.

Although the nun stopped, she was always on her back. Pan Jinlian hesitated for a long time and finally said, "I met you again. Can you help me do the divination that I didn't do last time?" Tell me what the end of fate is?

The nun slowly turned around. As she turned around, Pan Jinlian felt the pressure around. This pressure was like a powerful big hand, holding her head, making her unable to lift her head anyway. After the nun turned to her, no matter how hard Pan Jinlian tried, she could only see the nun's chin, and as for the nun's face, she could not see it.

"Little girl, why do you have to remember the end of your fate so much? Isn't it a good thing that you don't know the result? Is the process of knowing the result so important? Pan Jinlian could see the nun's chin shaking up and down because she spoke.

"This is what you promised me, and this is what you owe me." Pan Jinlian was aggrieved and wanted to cry. She squeezed all the way and had to get this answer. Otherwise, her eggs would be thrown in vain, she would be touched in vain, and her purse would be discarded in vain. Pan Jinlian had long forgotten why she wanted to pursue the end of fate. All the reasons she could think of was just to follow the hard work and suppressed grievances of the nun all the way.

The chin stood still for a long time and finally moved again: "Well, in this case, I'll tell you."

"Do you need my blood?" Pan Jinlian stretched out her right hand excitedly. Fortunately, the hand regained its luster and elasticity, and even the dead skin that had been grinding for many years of pancakes fell clean. Pan Jinlian couldn't stand a look, and then resolutely lifted it up. She couldn't raise her head and couldn't see where her hand had reached. However, she is not afraid. This ceremony has gone through twice, and what replaces the fear is the excitement of getting what she wants.

But the tingling in imagination did not come, and the chin trembled again: "A little blood, three questions. I only answered two drops of your blood, so I don't need it this time.

Pan Jinlian stretched out her hand in disappointment. The strange posture she just raised made her hand a little sore. When she put it down, she kneaded it herself. Pan Jinlian's heart was strange. No matter how strange the posture is, she won't feel sour.

The nun did not continue to speak, and Pan Jinlian could see that the nun seemed to be writing something, because her shoulders were shaking constantly. After a while, the nun handed her a note.

Pan Jinlian was so happy that she immediately wanted to open it, but the nun began to speak again: "Many people who knew the end gave up the process. I sometimes wonder if a person is willing to endure such a sad and legendary life if he knows the process but does not know the result.

Pan Jinlian was thinking about how to answer this sentence, and the nun disappeared like dew under the scorching sun. However, it doesn't matter. Since the note has explained what the end of fate is, Pan Jinlian no longer cares whether the nun will appear again.

Her hands trembled a little, and she felt her shortness of breath. The paper was so thin that Pan Jinlian was worried about tearing the note because of her carelessness. She opened it patiently and carefully. The nun's origami skills are so superb that Pan Jinlian, who dares not work hard, is sweating profusely and hasn't opened much. But she was not discouraged and gently opened every crease with her nails. Slowly, the note was opened. Pan Jinlian happily wiped the sweat on her forehead with her sleeve. She felt a little itchy on her forehead, so she scratched it a few times with her hand. The itching did not ease, but became more and worse. Pan Jinlian simply turned away from it and looked carefully at the note.

Strange.

The note seemed to be covered with a layer of fog. In any case, she couldn't see what was written on it. Pan Jinlian kept waving her hands back and forth, and she couldn't dispel the damn fog. She was extremely irritable and felt that she had been deceived. She almost put her face on the note and wanted to see the traces on the note, but the fog was as if it were embedded in the paper, and her eyes could never cross it.

Suddenly, Pan Jinlian noticed it. I am not in the real world. She couldn't remember how she got to the street. She was obviously going to buy eggs, but why she could clearly hear the sound of eggs cracking when she threw away the bamboo basket. Anyway, I can't remember where the silver in my waist came from, and the dresser. I can only remember the drawer, but I can't remember what kind of material the dresser is, and I can't even remember how I dressed in front of the dresser.

And how come so many people sometimes have no sound at all? I seem to have never seen what those pedestrians' faces look like. I just saw the back of their heads. Why don't you feel hungry after walking for so long? I can't see the nun's face, no matter how hard I struggle. And this note, a vague fog.

Most importantly, it seems that the nun returned the drop of blood when we met last time, and the nun seemed to have forgotten this just now.

This is not true. Pan Jinlian understood it better after recalling everything. She is in a dream, and only when she dreams will everything be like this.

(It's time for me to be proud of my posture again. When people sleep, nerves such as the language center are actually dormant. For non-left-handed people, the language center is basically in the left brain, which is a relatively complete position. Therefore, most people can't read words in their sleep, and reading newspapers are all garbled codes, as the so-called natural mosaic.

And you can't see some people's faces clearly in your sleep. I believe you have a similar experience. These things are often not convincing through interpretation, but their existence is reasonable, and the so-called reason is sometimes the same.)

I want to wake up. Pan Jinlian felt angry about her dream, but how could she wake up?

Since this is the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, there should be a river or a lake. Pan Jinlian, who understood the situation, raised her eyes and looked around. Sure enough, there was a piece of water not far from her. Pan Jinlian can't see the end of the water, and she can't tell whether it's a lake or a river, but it doesn't matter, as long as it's water.

Pan Jinlian could vaguely remember that when she was young, she occasionally fell asleep, and her mother would pinch her nose first. Pan Jinlian would immediately wake up a little, but her stubborn sleep still refused to leave her body, so Pan Jinlian continued to breathe with her mouth. Mother will then pinch her mouth. After a moment, Pan Jinlian, who is blushing, will open her eyes like begging for mercy, and her mother's gentle hand will withdraw.

It's a good way not to breathe. Jumping into the water and drowning is a cruel nightmare, and the end of the nightmare must be awakened, so that I can wake up.

Pan Jinlian did not hesitate to think of this. She took a big step and ran desperately. When she realized that she was in a dream, she threw away her usual formality when she ran, and she could also see that her legs had become long and almost reached the water's edge in two or three steps. When she stepped into the water, she was worried that her legs would not drown herself if they were too long. However, I didn't feel the bottom of the water when I went down. It seemed to be quite deep.

Pan Jinlian did not hesitate to let the cold water over her head, and she forced herself not to resist. The water was so deep that there seemed to be no end. She felt that she was constantly sinking, and what she had just experienced flashed in front of her eyes like a still picture. Finally, the feeling of suffocation came. When the feeling reached an incompetence, the water disappeared.

Pan Jinlian opened her eyes and found herself sitting in the bunk, sweating and gasping heavily.