Chapter Four: Return to Hometown, the Dream of a Rich Second

ow him!"I heard from villagers before that you were working in the capital city. I didn't expect to meet you here," Li Yongkang said with emotion, "It's been years since we last saw each other.""Well,...At eight thirty in the morning, Li Kangping went to work as usual. His home and workplace were not too far apart, so he rode a shared bicycle to work every day. It was environmentally friendly, low-carbon, and good exercise.

Today, he was no exception. He took out his phone and was about to scan the code when he, out of the blue, remembered Yang Fan's words: "Don't ride a two-wheeled vehicle for the next three days, or there will be bloodshed."

Isn't a bicycle just a two-wheeled vehicle How did she know he would be able to ride a bicycle

What a coincidence.

Although he didn't quite believe in these superstitious things, he still put away his phone and chose to take the bus.

The bus stop is just a few steps away.

He arrived at the office several minutes late by bus than usual.

When having lunch, a colleague asked him why he was late today. He waved his hand helplessly, “Don’t mention it, I took the bus.”

The rush hour traffic was too heavy. If he had known beforehand, he would have still come by bicycle.

Now that I think about it, believing that taking a second-hand car would bring bad luck seems so foolish.

The colleague who was asking the question was the same one he had gone on an errand with yesterday. Hearing this, he laughed, “You don’t really believe that girl’s words, do you That taking two-wheeled vehicles will bring bad luck”

Li Kangping gave an embarrassed smile and didn't speak.

"What blood disaster" Another colleague raised his head and looked at them, he suddenly said to Li Kangping, "Old Li, luckily you didn't ride your bike to work today."

Li Kangping asked, "What's wrong"

That colleague said, "The fruit seller whose car was repossessed last time, this morning he was holding a knife guarding at the south gate. Fortunately, no one passed by that time, otherwise someone would have been hurt."

It is said that he had been lurking there for days.

Li Kangping was stunned. The south gate was the back door of their unit, and people rarely passed through there. But he rode a shared bicycle to take a shortcut every day, always coming in from the south gate.

If he were to ride a shared bicycle today, he would definitely run into that man.

Li Kangping and his colleagues looked at each other in surprise. That girl was really accurate!

……

On the other side, along a country lane, a red tricycle was slowly making its way down the road.

"Little girl, where are you going"

"Grandpa, I'm going to Yuanyuan Village."

"Shangyuan Village, you've come to the right place! Shangyuan Village is a great place to escape the heat. It's so cool here in the summer!"

Mr. Li, the driver, was very enthusiastically recommending things, thinking Yang Fan was here on vacation. "Little girl, have you found a place to stay"

"If you don't find a place to stay, you can come live at my place. My house is like a summer resort, with plenty of rooms."

"Thank you, sir. I have a place to stay."

Yang Fan faced the window, a cool breeze blowing on her face, tousling the bangs across her forehead.

Looking out at the verdant and vibrant scenery, she had a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. She hadn't expected that not only was the original owner from Jiangxi like her, but her hometown was actually a village at the foot of Sanqingshan.

I wonder how her disciples and grandchildren are doing up at the Sanqing Palace.

Suddenly she felt a wave of spiritual energy in the air! As the car drove deeper into the village, the spiritual energy grew stronger.

Yang Fan stared in astonishment at the distance. Although the spiritual energy here was thinner than that of five hundred years ago, it was the only place where he felt a trace of spiritual energy all the way back from Jing City.

The decision to return was right!

The old man heard that she had a place to live and wasn't bothered, he continued to ask her, "Where do you live I'll send you to his doorstep."

Yang Fan turned his head and said, "Sir, I'm going to Yang's family, Yang Xiwen's house."

"Where are you going" Old Li was full of surprise, he suspected he had misheard.

Yang Fan repeated herself, "I'm Yang Fan, the niece of Yang Xiwen."

"Are you Yang Fan!"

Due to his astonishment, Mr. Li directly stopped the car and turned his head, looking at her with a shocked expression.

I stared at her for a long time before I recognized her. "It really is you, Yang Fan, from the Yang Xiwen family."

Yang Fan nodded. "It's me, Grandpa Li."

She also remembered, this was a neighbor living near her original home.

Li Daye: “Why are you only just back now!”

Yang Fan said: "I was too busy with work before, and now that I've quit my job, I want to go home and have a look."

Li Dagen looked at her with a complex gaze, wanting to say something but in the end said nothing. He turned his head, started the car and drove on.

Yang Fan sensed something was amiss in his words and pressed, "What's wrong, Grandpa"

Li Dajie's tone suddenly became strange, "Your uncle, he passed away last year."

Yang Fan was stunned, her uncle had passed away No, she didn't have that memory.

She asked, "Why wasn't I notified about my uncle's passing"

Li Daye's voice became even stranger, with a hint of yin and yang weirdness. "Your uncle didn't let us notify you when he left. He said you were busy with work and shouldn't be disturbed."

They also couldn't understand why Yang Xiwen wouldn't let them notify his only relative in this world, Yang Fan, to come back and see him off.

But before he died, he begged them countless times not to contact Yang Fan and not to disturb her work.

He acted this way, and they thought the two were feuding. Yang Xiwen didn't want his only relative, Yang Fan, to come see him off for the last time.

So the villagers all followed his last wish and did not contact Yang Fan. They thought of waiting until the day she returned before telling her about this.

I didn't expect Yang Fan to take so long to come back, he didn't even come back last Chinese New Year.

So when Li Daye recognized her as Yang Fan, he was a little angry. He was angry that she had been gone for so long.

Yang Fan was speechless. She didn't know how to explain why the original owner hadn't returned for so long. Should she say that the original owner was burdened with a huge debt and lived under immense pressure every day, even working overtime on New Year's Eve to make money

So I never managed to squeeze out time to go back home and see my uncle, and I didn't even dare call him, afraid that if I heard his voice, I wouldn't be able to hold it together.

So I didn't know about my uncle's passing.

Still, it has to be said that the original her is already dead. She is not Yang Fan from this world.

Yang Fan remained silent, and Li Daoye stopped talking. An eerie silence fell over the car.

Soon, the tricycle arrived at Yang Xiwen's house. As agreed before boarding, Yang Fan gave Old Li eight yuan for the fare, but the latter refused to take it.

Your uncle left the keys to your house at mine when he left. Just wait here for a moment, and I'll go get them for you.

Before Yang Fan could speak, Master Li drove away in his three-wheeled vehicle.

Yang Fan stood at the door, sizing up the surroundings. He found that the spiritual energy within this house was the strongest in the entire village.

She moved forward, her fingers sketching two motions in the air, and the lock on the iron gate automatically swung open.

Yang Fan pushed the door open, and the scene inside came into full view.

The courtyard was large, with a loquat tree inside. The branches were laden with golden loquats. Above the flat-roofed house facing the gate hung a signboard with the four characters "Lanbird Relay Station" written on it. The paint had faded on the characters, and the blue bird at the front was hard to see clearly.

The house under the address looked like a warehouse, fitted with a large roll-up door.

The flat house was connected to a small two-story building. This building was the house in the original owner's memory. The courtyard and the storage room next to it were newly built later.

Yang Fan thought to himself, this station must have been founded by his deceased uncle.

emmm……it seems like the dream of becoming a rich second generation by going home has been shattered.see the ghosts behind it.Heimin's face stiffened for a moment, but he quickly recovered. He waved his hand, and the ghost at the front stepped forward and handed the documents to Yang Fan."Bring us th...