The Three-Life Stone

In the carriage traveling in the dark night, Yang Yu seemed to feel the familiar feeling of her soul being pulled and attracted. In her sleep, she tried her best to slow down her breathing, and this feeling soon disappeared.

At daybreak, Yang Yu woke up from the bumpy ride of the carriage. He opened his eyes and looked at the roof of the carriage, still feeling a little uncertain.

She reviewed her ordinary life. She was lonely, so lonely that there were basically no outsiders in her shrinking circle. So she always cared about those who broke into the circle and was afraid of losing them. If it weren't for the accident, she might even have overlooked the fact that she was sentimental.

At the same time, she is fulfilled. She is not afraid of being isolated or abandoned. She just silently hopes that these people live well, and then slowly finds her own way of life.

Before coming into this world, her life was still confused and low.

He was special, and she didn't know what kind. The knot that was not untied in time made her unable to get out of the barrier in her heart. Many times of self-doubt made her lose the steering wheel she had grasped and she was at a loss.

Feelings are always complicated, and most people cannot sort out the relationships among them. She has wondered many times whether she is the kind of person who will not turn back until she hits a wall, why she must hear an answer, why it goes against her own style of dealing with things?

The advice she gave herself in her heart always disappeared the moment she picked up the phone. She was always looking forward to an opportunity to communicate and express herself to the other party in the most direct way. Even she felt that she was too stubborn and annoying.

She was a little paranoid and wanted to get a response, to find a solution, to go back to the way things were before. Gradually, she couldn't even figure out why she cared so much and whether her persistence was right or wrong.

After she calmed down and slowly sorted out her thoughts, she finally understood what that feeling was, but she realized it too late: admiration.

——It is a kind of admiration that goes beyond friendship. Looking up to others is also to face oneself.

Her thoughts are pure, and she doesn't know anything about the complicated social relationships and intrigues in society, but rather she takes it too seriously and loses her sense of proportion. She cares about a person without any hidden thoughts, and will subconsciously look at a matter from her own perspective and forget the distance of the matter.

She has a kind and sensitive heart and can resonate with others. Whenever she hears him talk about his experiences, she can always feel the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness in person.

Although she didn't know whether it was really meaningful to stand between two people at different heights and watch silently, she still naively hoped to indulge in her emotional catharsis and leave no regrets in her life. So she chose a childish way to attract his attention, and used a childish way to attract his attention, which led to them drifting apart.

One who is afraid of escaping becomes more indifferent, the other who is confused becomes more crazy. Maybe if there was no misunderstanding, they would become very good friends. One likes to talk, and the other likes to listen.

If their ending was doomed, she had no regrets. As a loyal fan, she had tried hard to save this friendship, even though she hated the paranoid self when she looked back. If she could do it again, she would probably not do it again. She sighed, it was all in the past, and in the end, she could only sigh: they were just netizens.

In this vast world, there are countless things, some true, some false, some gain, some lose. However, feelings are an independent and private existence. They are not simply divided into two categories: true and false. Liking a person is not a reason to bind another person, whether it is friendship or love.

She silently hoped that he would get better and better because he deserved it.

Yang Yu put away her memories and looked at Xia Sheng who was driving the car. A touch of emotion flashed through her heart. She leaned her head out and heard the old man hurriedly shouting, "Little kid, why are you out so early? Go in and get some sleep. Be careful not to grow tall, or no young lady will be interested in you."

She was a little embarrassed and coughed to cover up her emotions: "Old man, take a moment to close your eyes. I'll watch over the carriage."

"Hey, little brat, what do I want you to watch? Don't mess around."

Yang Yu got back into the carriage. She roughly recalled Xia Sheng's life and her own life. She continued to think about Xia Jin's memories, and her hands rubbed her temples.

Shangguan Wan'er, Bei Ming Mo...

What exactly happened next?

How did I know the name Nangong Chenan?

She still remembered the private conversation before Xia Sheng left: "Who are you?"

who I am?

I don't know the answer to this question myself. It was Yang Yu but it happened to be Xia Jin. It was Xia Jin but it happened to be in Chen An's body.

"You are Xia Jin, right? How are you living in the future? This old man's fate ends here. You must not be living a good life, otherwise why would you come back and learn so many things." Tears welled up in Xia Sheng's cloudy eyes, and he held Xia Jin's hand.

"I..." Yang Yu didn't know how to explain. She opened her mouth but no sound came out.

"You two kids were raised by the old man alone. You have been different since you left the small temple in the mountains. How could I not see that? Children don't know how to hide. Even if Ergou wanted to pretend, he could just fool others. I have been observing you all these years. I wonder if the monster in the mountains stole Xia Jin's soul."

Yang Yu listened silently. It turned out that the old man had already noticed it.

"But I think, there is no need to go through so much trouble. What is destined to happen must happen. I don't know if all this is your destiny. An old man can't worry about it. When I am sure that you are still you, nothing else matters. There must be a reason for God's arrangement. But if you continue like this, are you all ready?"

"Little old man, I did come from the future, and some of my memories have been blocked. I can tell you clearly that he and I can switch back, but now is not the time."

"That's good, that's good. I'm afraid you'll make the wrong decision and end up not knowing what to do in your life." Xia Sheng breathed a sigh of relief. "Is there anything else you want to do?"

"I want to buy a house in Jiangzhou."

"I can still help you with this. I won't ask you about your intentions. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on until then. I just want to ask, are you doing well after I leave?"

Yang Yu threw herself into Xia Sheng's arms. She was seldom cared for so much by anyone. She really couldn't bear to leave this man. His love and care were both unspoken and in his ordinary actions. He was like a master, a father, and a grandfather, but none of them.

No matter in the past or present life, he is just an old man with no relatives or friends. However, why can't such an old man, who has been kind all his life, live a little longer, wait for her to grow up, and accompany them more?

She sobbed, "Don't worry, old man. We are all doing well. Ergou is very capable, even more capable than a constable. I also met a man, and I bought the house this time just to find him."

"Okay, okay, tell me about yourself. You are so old now. You are much better than this old man. I never thought about what you said in the theater before. You will definitely be better this time than in your last life. I really can't imagine it. I can hear news about your future. I am relieved as an old man."

"I dont want you to go."

"You need to think from a different perspective. You can't look at your current situation from an ordinary perspective. This world is still full of metaphysics. When I reach the age of 18, I might ascend to heaven. This is a kind of relief. Don't cry. Looking at you in your teens, I can't believe you might be older than my disciples, haha."

"father."

"Hey! Huh?"

"I've never called you like this before, I..."

"Okay, I understand. Wipe your tears and go away. That brat will be heartbroken when he sees you like this." Xia Sheng turned his back, his lips trembling slightly. He didn't expect that he would hear someone calling him dad in his lifetime.

Yang Yu calmed down and returned to his usual self: "Old man, I'm going out!"

Xia Sheng didn't turn his head, but still waved his hand with his back turned.

She walked out of the old man's room, and Chen An rushed out from a corner of the yard: "What did you talk about this time? Why did you talk for so long? Is it about the store again?"

Chen An felt a little guilty. He was a boy, but he hid in the body of the girl Xia Jin, and let little Xia Jin bear it all for him. He keenly noticed that Xia Jin's eyes were a little red: "Are you crying?"

"No, I just missed you guys because I'm going to be away for a while. How's business today? Let's go take a look."