The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

It was midnight, and it was raining heavily.

At Liu Hongtao's home.

"Brother Tao, when a child grows up, he will always have his own ideas. Let him go out and try his luck."

Wang Que poured a cup of tea and pushed it to Liu Hongtao: "We also know a few of the city guards in the inner city. We will try to give them some spiritual stones later."

Liu Hongtao did not take the tea, but said with red eyes: "Brother Tieshan, do you think I am wrong?"

Wang Que was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Liu Hongtao had a stuffy nose, and his voice was muffled at this moment: "Am I wrong to want Jiawang to live a better life?"

Wang Que pursed his lips slightly: "Brother Tao, eighteen or nineteen is the time to be rebellious. We have all been through that age. Jiawang... he is not a brainless child. I believe he knows what he is doing."

Liu Hongtao closed his eyes and leaned against On the chair: "Forget it, let's not talk about it. It's getting late. You go. I'll find a way to deal with the city guards."

Wang Que took out a few hundred-denomination spirit stone tickets from his arms. Before he could make any move, Liu Hongtao opened his eyes: "Take it back. I, Liu Hongtao, am not too tired to do it yet!"

Wang Que put the spirit stone ticket on the table: "I know you can do it, but this is a little gift from my uncle. If you don't accept it, we can't be brothers in the future."

Seeing this, Mr. Huang on the side also took out two spirit tickets from his arms: "I, an old man, also watched Jiawang grow up. Just because he has called me grandpa for so many years, I have to give this spirit ticket. Tieshan, let's go."

Wang Que hummed and stood up to leave.

"You, me, ah..." Liu Hongtao also stood up. He was in a mess and couldn't speak at this moment.

Wang Que didn't say anything, but just patted Liu Hongtao on the shoulder.

Mr. Huang sighed and said, "It's not wrong for children to go out and try their luck when they grow up. Hongtao, you should let go too. Maybe Jiawang can make a name for himself."

"Mr. Huang, I..." Liu Hongtao's eyes became redder. Wang Que had never seen Liu Hongtao like this before.

The rain got heavier. Wang Que held up an umbrella and looked back, "Brother Tao, you don't have to send me off. You and your sister-in-law should calm down first."

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After leaving Liu Hongtao's courtyard, Mr. Huang looked at the sky and turned to look at Wang Que, "Tieshan, come to my room for a cup of tea and a chat?"

Wang Que thought about it and nodded slightly, "Let's go."

Mr. Huang said nothing more. He walked slowly to his door and unlocked it.

"Mr. Huang, Jiawang came to me before. He said he came to you. He also said you supported him. You know what Zhou Jiajun represents, but you still support him. What do you think?"

Mr. Huang pushed the door open: "Are you blaming me?"

Wang Que said calmly: "No, I'm just curious about your thoughts."

Mr. Huang entered the door, and Wang Que followed.

"Jiawang is an adult now. He wants to go out and try his luck. Can an old man like me persuade him?"

Wang Que took a deep breath and said, "Okay then."

The two of them entered the main hall one after the other. Mr. Huang shook his umbrella and said, "Put it aside. I won't get in the way."

The oil lamp was lit. Mr. Huang poured a cup of hot tea and took out a chessboard. "I heard that your family has fallen on hard times. You should know how to play chess. Want two games?"

Wang Que nodded, "Okay, but I haven't played for a long time."

"It's okay." Mr. Huang said as he took out two black and white chess boxes. "Do you want white or black pieces?"

Wang Que looked at the black and white chess boxes and was silent for two seconds. "Black pieces, black pieces first."

Mr. Huang nodded, "Sit down, play casually, I haven't played chess for a long time."

Wang Que sat down and took a sip of tea. The tea was slightly bitter. It was a very common tea in the sea area.

Reaching out and pinching a black chess piece, Wang Que put it directly on the chessboard.

Mr. Huang smiled and then also placed a white piece.

In this way, the two of them played seven or eight moves without saying a word.

The wind and rain outside were getting stronger, and the flame on the oil lamp in the house was also shaking.

When Wang Que placed the ninth piece, Mr. Huang looked at the chessboard and said calmly: "Tieshan, how is your understanding of the artistic conception?"

Wang Que's hand holding the chess piece was fixed on the chessboard. After a few seconds, Wang Que raised his hand and looked up at Mr. Huang: "Mr. Huang, why do you say that?"

Mr. Huang didn't look at Wang Que. He picked up the white piece and placed it directly on the chessboard: "We are all over the bridge. You don't have to pretend in front of me. I am also here to understand the artistic conception."

Wang Que's mind moved slightly, but he didn't speak immediately.

After a while, Mr. Huang finally looked up and said: "In fact, I noticed you when you went fishing for the first time six years ago. At that time, I happened to pass by here to understand the artistic conception."

"I saw the hope of understanding the artistic conception in you, so II have been secretly observing you for three years. "

"To be honest, I admire you very much."

"We are all Tianqiao, but you can really integrate into the mundane world of this low-level cultivator."

Here, Mr. Huang paused: "In fact, even if you don't say it, I probably guessed the artistic conception you want to comprehend. Do you want to comprehend the artistic conception of life or the artistic conception of death?"

Wang Que picked up a black chess piece and slowly put it down: "Just talking about me, what about you?"

Mr. Huang smiled: "You finally admitted it, it seems that I was right."

Wang Que said in a calm voice: "You disrupted my mundane world, and I don't want to get involved in any entanglement now."

Mr. Huang put away his smile: "I can tell you clearly that the artistic conception I want to comprehend is also the artistic conception of life or the artistic conception of death."

"Life and death?" Wang Que looked up and said: "You have a big plan."

Mr. Huang put down the white chess piece: "You have a big plan too. "

Wang Que shook his head and dropped the black piece: "You are wrong. I can also tell you that the artistic conception I want to comprehend is life, or destiny, fate, anyway, it means the same thing."

Mr. Huang frowned: "Life? Yours is even more illusory than the life and death I want to comprehend."

"I can feel the passing of life and the coming of death, but can you feel the traces of fate?"

Wang Que dropped the black piece and said indifferently: "Aren't all enlightenments like this at the beginning?"

Mr. Huang did not speak again, just holding the white piece and looking at the chessboard.

After a long time, Mr. Huang smiled and dropped the white piece: "I understand, the life you want to comprehend is on Liu Hongtao and his family. You are observing them and comprehending them, right?"

Wang Que took a sip of the cold tea and then looked outside the hall: "Mr. Huang, look at the world."

Mr. Huang turned his head and looked outside the house and sighed: "The world is vast and infinite, and we are like dust. When will we transcend it? "

Wang Que lowered his eyes and looked at the falling rain and said calmly: "I once read a book. The understanding of life and death in that book is very interesting."

"Hmm?" Mr. Huang looked at Wang Que: "What? You say."

Wang Que raised his head slightly and looked at the sky and the earth: "The book says: 'This rain is born in the sky and dies on the earth. The process in between is life. The reason why I look at this rain is not to look at the sky or the earth, nor the rain, but the life of this rain... This is life and death. '"

Mr. Huang frowned: "Rain, life and death?"

"This can be pulled together."

"Fellow Daoist Tieshan, have you realized the artistic conception of life and death from this book?"

Wang Que shook his head and retracted his gaze and picked up a chess piece again: "I can't understand it, and I am not realizing the artistic conception of life and death. I just told you this to see if you can gain anything."

Mr. Huang stroked the white piece in his hand and looked at Wang Que: "In this case, then I will try you too. "

Wang Que smiled and said, "I'm all ears."

Mr. Huang dropped the white piece in his hand and said, "You want to understand fate, right? Then I will make this illusory fate more real. Do you think Jiawang can survive?"