Soul Immortal

A Memory From The Past [I]

"Okay, okay, yes, I understand." Yang Xiaotian hung up the phone, went to the closet, grabbed a few clothes and stuffed them into his leather travel bag. Then he received a message on his phone, which was the flight information sent by the company's office girl.

After a plane of a certain airline mysteriously disappeared a few months ago, Yang Xiaotian, an atheist, actually went to worship the Buddha, asked for a peace charm, and donated a considerable amount of money. Yang Xiaotian was supposed to be on that plane, but the day before departure, he didn't know whether he ate something bad or for some other reason, he suddenly had appendicitis and was sent to the hospital. 

He was complaining about his bad luck and the loss of a large commission, but who knew that he almost jumped out of bed when he saw the news. What is happiness? This is happiness, when others disappear from this world with the plane, you lie happily in bed, although you also know that other people's families are still struggling in pain, and you may be a little bit gloating, but you are indeed still alive, and you should feel happy when you are alive, right?

After opening the message, Yang Xiaotian was a little unhappy and called back: "Xiaoying, you are deliberately messing with me, right? If you don't consider the monk's face, consider the Buddha's face. If you don't consider the Buddha's face, you should consider my face for bringing you breakfast so many times. Why did you book a flight for me with this company? How unlucky!"

A sweet voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hey, Brother Tian, ​​how can you blame me for this? Manager Li booked the tickets personally this time. I asked him about it, but he said that the airline had just had an accident. The situation is so tense now, so the safety details must be very strict. What he said makes sense. Brother Tian, ​​there are only a few plane accidents in the world every year, and the probability of consecutive accidents on the same airline is basically zero. Brother Tian, ​​don't worry. I'll treat you to a meal and welcome you when you come back."

"Damn..." Yang Xiaotian was speechless. "It's true that there are only a few times a year. You think you're buying cabbage. If it's rotten, just throw it away. If the plane breaks down, just throw your life away. I'll deal with that bastard Li Ye when I come back. By the way, Xiaoying, you're not hooking up with that bastard Li Ye, are you? I don't mind two-timing you, but don't let me know, understand? You know my personality, right?"

"Brother Tian, ​​what are you talking about? Who do you think I am? Well, when you come back, I will wash you clean and comfort you. Li Za Sui is coming over. I have to work now. I'm hanging up now, muah!"

Although Yang Xiaotian knew that the possibility of something going wrong was close to zero, it was bad luck. He had no choice but to wait until he got back and find an opportunity to teach that bastard Li Ye a lesson. He would scare him at once and prevent him from causing trouble when he had nothing to do. Although it was nothing big, it would affect his mood.

Before leaving for the airport, he said hello to his future father-in-law, Mr. Chen, who lived in the villa next door, and told him that he was going on a business trip, which would take about two to three weeks, and that he would not be able to practice Tai Chi with him during this time. Mr. Chen and Yang Xiaotian moved into the villa area here one after another. 

Every morning, Yang Xiaotian would go for a morning run, and Mr. Chen would practice Tai Chi in the small garden in the yard of the villa. At first, the two of them just nodded and said hello, but over time, they gradually became close friends regardless of age. Mr. Chen saw in Yang Xiaotian the wisdom and depth that were rare in young people. Yang Xiaotian also learned from Mr. Chen how to treat life and be kind to himself.

Mr. Chen never said what he did before, but Yang Xiaotian guessed that Mr. Chen was probably a retired old cadre, or a high-ranking one. Yang Xiaotian could tell that it was not because Mr. Chen had some so-called aura. Aura was purely an accessory to official position. The higher the official position, the greater the aura. If an old man hangs out in the park after retirement, he is just an ordinary old man or old lady. Who can find out where the so-called aura is? Can you tell which one is a high-ranking official and which one is a small clerk from a group of old men and old ladies who are doing Tai Chi and running wild? Nonsense.

Yang Xiaotian discovered this from his conversation with Mr. Chen, because no matter what they talked about, Mr. Chen would always bring up people's livelihood and development, and he would always talk from a global perspective, never looking at just one point, but at the whole picture. This is a habit of the upper class. Although Mr. Chen is old, he is not out of date, and he uses some trendy words in a similar way, such as jokingly calling himself Ultraman, or often talking about having a daughter who cheats her father.

Mr. Chen is obviously very proud of his daughter. His daughter is called Chen Yuanyuan, the same name as the Qing Dynasty girl who brought disaster to the country. I don't know if she is as bad as her. Mr. Chen sent his daughter to study in the United States in his early years. After graduation, she worked in a bank in Hong Kong and lived in the United States. However, Mr. Chen did not want to have a foreign son-in-law. The descendants of the Chen family must be pure Chinese.