She said to me: "Cui Ge, you are a good man."

  It seems I've heard a woman say this to me before, so I self-mockingly smiled and said with a bitter smile: "Sister, stop it quickly, I'm a man, not a good person. You should know that only men without charm to women can be called good people."

  It's clear that I made her laugh, and she looked quite happy. The more I think about it, the more I feel that women are more beautiful when they're smiling. But heaven knows, I really didn't have any ulterior motives towards her, nor did I ever think of hoping she'd fall for me.

  She actually gives me the same feeling as my sister, I've been the youngest in our family since childhood, sometimes I think it would be great if I had a younger brother or sister.

  I asked her: "After hearing my story, will you be afraid? Afraid that this world actually has those monsters and ghosts?"

  Obviously I didn't missee this girl, she just smiled and said: "Why should I be afraid? What can existence do to me? What can non-existence do to me? I haven't done anything shameful. So why should I be afraid?"

  I couldn't help but sigh in admiration at the girl's clever response. As the saying goes, "If you don't do anything wrong during the day, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door at midnight." Moreover, sometimes humans are even more sinister than ghosts and monsters. I didn't expect this young girl to have such a mature mindset; if Ninth Uncle were to meet her, he would surely say, "This child has a wise and discerning nature."

  I said to her again: "Alright, now that I've told you all about my story, it's your turn to tell me yours in return."

  She looked at the lake and fell into a daze after I asked her, and after a long time, she slowly opened her mouth and said in a tone that was somewhat like muttering to herself: "Cui Ge, actually our fates are quite similar, but I seem to be even more foolish than you."

  She told me her story, which is the second time I've ever been in touch with a girl's heart affairs. It turns out that her emotional experiences are similar to mine, she gave up everything for a pretty boy, but just two nights ago, that pretty boy kicked her away.

  As I listened to her murmuring like a dream, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. It turned out that this world wasn't just me being so unlucky, it turned out that there were still many infatuated people and ruthless people existing in this world.

  I suddenly feel that I seem to be a bit too sentimental, always indulging in the past and being overly attached to the hurt I've received. Now that I think about it, back then I was just young, and losing a romance felt like the end of the world.

  I remember that when she finished telling her story, it seemed like some knots in my heart were untied and I felt a lot clearer. I said to her: "Don't think about it anymore, you'll definitely find a better man in the future. It's time to eat, let's go back."

  But the little girl smiled again and said to me: "I didn't think so, what's past is past. Besides, what you said to me might be more suitable for yourself. You give me the feeling of being an overly sentimental old man."

  I stood up, packing up my painting tools while smiling wryly at her: "I'm only twenty, how can I be an old man?"

  She covered her small mouth and smiled, her eyes narrowing into a slit. I don't know when it started, but I began to enjoy watching others smile, because I feel that when I see others smiling, I also become very happy.

  The rose-colored sunset has quietly sunk to the other side of the mountain, leaving only a faint afterglow to light our way out of the hotel. The wind blowing from the lake is warm and carries the scent of trees and grass, as well as the pure atmosphere of the lake water. This is what it feels like to be alive. This feeling isn't bad at all.

  Back at the hotel, it was just in time for dinner, which was the last night of our stay at Mirror Lake. So the dishes were exceptionally sumptuous, and Mr. C even gave each table a bottle of beer as a gift. Everyone gathered around the table to talk about their experiences over the past few days. It turned out that everyone was different, some people painted continuously for seven days, while others went sightseeing every day. But I and Guanming almost lost our lives here.

  In the midst of laughter and conversation, a case of beer was quickly consumed by our group. Some of the girls got drunk and started acting crazy, and we began to cause a ruckus in the restaurant. Wang Cheng and Lü Tiezhu banged on bowls and plates, loudly singing songs - I no longer remember what they were singing about. But suddenly, I felt that being in the same class as these guys wasn't so bad after all.

  Everyone has their own way of living, which is all predestined by heaven. Heaven just takes better care of me, giving me abilities that others don't have, so I'm destined to be busier than others. But every time I help and protect others in secret, my heart feels very at peace.

  Many people say I'm a good person, honest and down-to-earth. Maybe this has something to do with my personality.

  I finally got a good sleep, undisturbed and very comfortable, no one bothered me, no more bowls or chopsticks, no ghosts or monsters to disturb me.

  I slept from 9 pm to 9 am the next day, Wang Cheng woke me up to pack my luggage, after finishing breakfast, I should head back to Harbin.

  It's really a person with a way of life, after returning to Harbin, I started my daily idle life again, Guan Ming indeed as I expected, got seriously ill, lay in bed for more than a week before gradually recovering.

  In the bedroom, Li Xiaoqiang and Bao Jindong asked us how our play was for the past two days, if it was exciting. I smiled bitterly in my heart, it was indeed exciting, but it got me injured, and these few days were all about exercising my body.

  But in my heart, I thought to myself, "How can you say it's a waste of money? That's totally worth the money! You guys didn't see that by the lake, there were all these young girls wearing bikinis. I spent every day lying by the lake and looking at them. The hotel provided great food and drink, it was just like being on vacation! It was awesome!"

  Actually, there are no bikini girls in the deep mountains, but there is a fierce Five Elements God. However, Li Xiaoqiang and Bao Jindong believed it, and they regret not going to play with us together.

  I gaze at these heartless and ruthless people, smiling but saying nothing.

  This time I recovered very quickly, and in about four or five days, I was able to run and jump again. What surprised me was that I clearly found that the "qi" that my body could gather was actually increasing more and more. It seems that this is indeed a training in the deep mountains and old forests. Those few days of having tasks and indicators for drawing symbols can really be considered a kind of training. Moreover, I even learned the "Palm Symbol". This can indeed be considered an achievement.

  However, through this incident, I have come to deeply understand the principle that "beyond ghosts are demons, and beyond demons are immortals". At most, I am still just a small rookie. After all, I know too little, and whenever something happens, I need to ask Ninth Uncle first, which causes me to miss many opportunities. Alas, it seems that from now on, every 15th day, I will have to find Ninth Uncle to make up for my lack of knowledge. The saying "when the book is needed, one regrets not having studied" is indeed true. Although in today's society, there are no more opportunities for me to show off my skills, it is still important to know the principle of being prepared beforehand.

  After Zhang Yaxin returned to Harbin, we didn't have much contact because we were in different grades and not attending classes together. We would just exchange smiles when we occasionally met, and after I graduated, we lost touch completely. Sometimes I still think about that silly-looking but very strong little girl. It's hard to believe we once faced life and death together. Actually, I hope she can imagine those things as just a dream, a nightmare that has passed and shouldn't be thought about again.

  Life has to go on, despite many disappointments. When sophomore year was about to end, I dyed my blue hair back to black. Because at some point, the people in my dorm started calling me "Blue Cat Naughty Sanqianwen". This nickname made me very unhappy, how could I be mentioned in the same breath as that super powerful Blue Cat King?

  Lanmao Jun is already quite pirated, I won't pirate it again.

  Looking at the mirror, I see a head full of black hair and can't help but sigh, as if I've become four or five years younger. But I've started to feel that I'm no longer young, because after my junior year, I'll be throwing myself into this big crucible called society to continue forging myself.

  As soon as I think of graduation, my mind is filled with confusion again. I'm not ready yet, and I don't know anything about the future, which still fills me with fear.

  It's really scary to be uncultured. I'm still only at the Photoshop stage, which I learned in my sophomore year when I was bored and went to PS to make fun of photos for Cat Pounce.

  I deeply know that with my skills, it's impossible for me to find a job outside. Am I really destined to set up a fortune-telling stall on the street?

  Thinking of this, I felt a chill run down my spine. In my impression, those who tell fortunes on the street are usually middle-aged women or old men wearing sunglasses. Moreover, they are basically proficient in everything from blowing to pulling and singing. As soon as they open their mouths, they can talk you into a daze.

  A person must have self-awareness, I am aware that I don't have the ability, and at 20 years old, I'm still in the age where my words are not reliable. With my current abilities, if I go out to tell fortunes, it would be strange for people to believe me. Moreover, the more tragic thing is that I only know how to draw talismans and catch ghosts, but I don't know how to tell fortunes.

  My grandma's, I learned "San Qing Fu Zhou", not "San Qing Bo Suan". But in this era, catching ghosts can't be considered a way to make a living, I'll starve to death.

  Forget it, I'd better learn some proper ways to make a living, after graduation, find a small company that can support myself first.

  The first volume ends here, and as for Zhang Yaxin's story, I will write it out in a related form if I have the chance. The introduction to the previous story is basically finished here. Our story will officially begin in the second volume. Thank you to all my bros who have been supporting me. By the way, take this opportunity to ask for votes. Your support is my motivation, bros.