Chapter 7 Bad Luck

At five o'clock the next day, Yan Cheng got up and cooked the meal, and then called Zhuang Wan.

Ordinarily, it is unreasonable for a woman to not know how to cook, but when I think about Zhuang Wan making a living by begging, her daughter has no one to teach her what she should learn, and she has no idea about the etiquette between men and women, and maybe she doesn't understand it at all.

What about men marrying women.

Thinking of this, Yan Cheng felt a lot more relieved about marrying Zhuang Wan because of those old-fashioned etiquette. However, since they are now dependent on each other, it means that the two of them are destined, and he cherishes this fate.

After the two of them finished eating, they took their few luggage and set off.

Yan Cheng looked back at the home where he had lived for twenty years. Although it was bankrupt, it protected him from the wind and rain. Although it was poor, it was full of laughter. He seemed to see his mother making a small cotton-padded jacket for him through the window lattice.

Here he and his father flew bamboo dragonflies, flying high and far...

Zhuang Wan on the side looked helpless. I thought I could trap Yan Cheng in this village, but I didn't expect that I couldn't escape his fate.

The villain was a general when he appeared on the scene, and everything before that was just a memory, recounted in a few strokes. From this point of view, Yan Cheng must have made extraordinary achievements and been promoted along the way when he went to the military camp.

She had to "persuade" him well and hold him back...

The two of them passed by the village. A woman who was carrying a wooden basin and washing clothes by the stream was about to walk away quickly when she saw Yan Cheng. When she saw the bundle on his back, she became confused and called him from a distance: "

Hey ~ Daniel!"

It had been a long time since Yan Cheng heard someone call his name. At first glance, it seemed like it was a lifetime ago. Looking back blankly, he still remembered that it was Aunt Zhang.

He whispered: "Aunt Zhang, is something wrong?"

Aunt Zhang was smiling, but there was still fear in her eyes, and she didn't dare to get even half a step closer.

"You...are you going on a long trip?"

Yan Cheng replied: "I'm going to join the army. I don't know if I can come back in the future."

After hesitating for a moment, he said: "There is nothing valuable at home. There is some rice and noodles left in the jar, which cannot be left for a long time. If Aunt Zhang doesn't dislike it, she can take it for herself."

"Oh...that's right..." Aunt Zhang nodded, but didn't show much gratitude. She was usually the most greedy for petty gains, so she was so happy to have such free grain and rice.

But she didn't dare touch Yan Cheng's things.

Afraid of bad luck!

"That's right!" She suddenly thought of something, "Just wait a minute, I'll call all the folks to see you off!"

"This... Aunt Zhang doesn't need it!" Yan Cheng didn't expect Aunt Zhang to be so enthusiastic, and the time had already disappeared.

"It seems that the people in this village are not so cold-blooded!" Zhuang Wan said.

Yan Cheng was also surprised. When his father and mother were here, people in the village got along very well with each other. The aunts often gave him dates, melon seeds and various snacks, saying that he would be more successful than his father in the future. But since his father and mother died of illness,

After the fortune teller said that he had killed his parents and would bring bad luck to the village, everyone became like a savage beast when they saw him.

Now that he was leaving the village, he didn't know whether he would come back alive in the future. After all, they couldn't bear to see him off.

Yan Cheng's longing for family affection, which had been dormant for a long time, began to revive. His parents had passed away long ago, and he had no relatives. He had always regarded his fathers and fellow villagers in the village as his only remaining relatives in the world.

Soon, Aunt Zhang came back, followed by a group of people, rushing towards them.

Zhuang Wan saw Yan Cheng's eyes turn red when he looked at them, and it seemed that he was extremely moved.

She was also very pleased that the more happiness the villain had, the smaller the chance of turning black. But when everyone came over, she felt something was wrong.

The neighbors all stood far apart, as if they were infected by an infectious disease. Moreover, the look in everyone's eyes was not the look of reluctance when saying goodbye, but a kind of hidden joy.

I don’t know who asked: “Are you really going to join the army?”

Yan Cheng also noticed that everyone seemed not to see him off, but had ulterior motives.

He replied coldly: "Yes!"

The stones that had been weighing on a group of people's hearts seemed to have fallen to the ground. They all breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as if they were surviving a disaster.

Someone whispered: "This 'bad luck' is about to leave. It's better never to come back."

Someone echoed: "Of those who went to the battlefield, there are still a few who can come back alive."

"Then our village will be peaceful from now on. It's great."

Everyone was so happy about Yan Cheng's departure that they wanted to set off firecrackers to celebrate.

Zhuang Wan was shocked. She glanced at Yan Cheng with a calm expression, as if she didn't hear these heart-wrenching words at all.

I don’t know if I am as calm on the inside as I appear on the outside.

"Can you speak louder?" Zhuang Wan looked at the women who were talking nonsense, "Afraid that people won't hear you?"

She really couldn't stand it anymore.

"Who are you?" A woman looked at her: "You're not from our village, are you?"

"You don't care who I am!" Zhuang Wan yelled angrily: "Get out of here, otherwise my fists won't have eyes!"

"Tch, I'm still afraid of you!" The woman sneered coldly: "You are the same as that bad luck, I think you are also a bad luck."

"You are right, I am also unlucky. I am even more unlucky than him!" Zhuang Wan looked at the people around her and said, "Whoever comes close to me will get sores and sores in their mouths, and they will be unable to speak or eat for a month."

Then she walked towards the crowd: "If you don't get out, I will bring this bad luck to you."

Everyone stepped back. Although they felt that she was exaggerating, it was still necessary to be careful.

But they came boldly, and they could feel at ease only when they saw that the bad luck in the village was really gone.

"It's you who should get out! Get out of here, get out of here!"

"That's right, get out of the village!"

"Hey! I have such a bad temper!" Zhuang Wan rolled up her sleeves and tried to step forward, but Yan Cheng held her back. His hands were cold and still trembling slightly.

"let's go!"

"..."

Zhuang Wan sighed helplessly: "Forget it, you will never go back to this ghost place again in the future. These people treat this remote place as a geomantic treasure!"

"Finally gone!"

Seeing the two people leaving the village, everyone heaved a sigh of relief and returned home full of hope.

The laughter and laughter of the villagers gradually faded away, and Yan Cheng's pace was neither fast nor slow.

"Are you okay?" Zhuang Wan was worried about the psychological impact he would have, so she hurried forward to ask, not to plant any signs of his darkening.

Yan Cheng didn't stop, "I used to not understand that they would treat me like this because of a fortune teller. Today I understand..."

He looked ahead with sad eyes: "Because I don't belong here! But where do I come from and where should I go? Where can I really be accommodated?"

When Zhuang Wan heard what he said, she secretly screamed, "Don't be so pessimistic. Look at me, I'm not worse off than you."

She began to make up a very miserable story about her life experience, "You have spent at least ten years being loved by your parents. I don't even know who my parents are. As long as I can remember, I have been begging in the streets and alleys to make a living."

The ruined temple is my home, and sleeping on the street is commonplace."

Yan Cheng stopped and looked back at her, "Then have you ever complained about God's injustice?"
Chapter completed!