Rebirth: At the beginning, the cool school beauty was caught stealing in the supermarket

Chapter 639 Saving the Living, Praying for the Dead

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked over. Lu Yuanqiu immediately shouted, "You fucking look ahead, watch the road!"

Bai Qingxia glanced at Lu Yuanqiu silently, wondering why Lu Yuanqiu had suddenly raised his voice.

Zheng Yifeng looked straight ahead, but his peripheral vision through his sunglasses was glancing at the people around him.

"Damn it, trying to test me again..." Lu Yuanqiu muttered to himself.

"What else can we do? We have to accept our fate," Lu Yuanqiu replied.

After his rebirth, he fantasized countless times about how he should live his life, but he never thought about what he should do if he only had two months left.

He thought that he would definitely have a grand wedding with Bai Qingxia in the remaining two months.

However, in some movies and TV dramas, this idea is very selfish. What they often do is leave the person they love before they die, so that the person they love can forget them and have a new life after they die.

Lu Yuanqiu had always scoffed at this choice because it didn't apply to everyone. Based on his understanding of Bai Qingxia, he knew that such a stubborn girl would never be able to extricate herself from this relationship unscathed. Lu Yuanqiu felt that even if he tried his best to sever the relationship, he would only face a worse outcome.

He even felt that he could eventually forget Bai Qingxia, but Bai Qingxia could never forget him.

This is not narcissism.

Her world is small.

Just like her QQ contact list, she wouldn't add an unnecessary person, nor would she easily delete anyone. The person with the "special attention" tag was always placed in the most important place in her heart.

Removing this person is like tearing a piece of bloody flesh from her heart; the only result is that her heart stops beating.

Zheng Yifeng: "Where's Bai Qingxia? Why isn't she saying anything?"

Bai Qingxia, her small body huddled in the corner, turned her head to look over. Actually, the driver's seat could only seat two people, but Lu Yuanqiu insisted on dragging her over.

"I do not know."

Bai Qingxia's reply was very soft and simple, consisting of only these four words.

Lu Yuanqiu and Zheng Yifeng were not surprised by Bai Qingxia's answer. That's right, at this moment, Bai Qingxia could only answer "I don't know".

How did you do on the exam?

Zheng Yifeng changed the subject again. Usually quiet and reserved, he was the one who took the initiative to start a conversation today. He probably sensed that everyone was in a heavy mood on this trip, and he was the most rational person in the car.

Lu Yuanqiu nodded: "It's alright, they should all have passed."

Bai Qingxia pursed her lips and revealed a faint smile. Under her supervision, Lu Yuanqiu had no choice but to comply.

Before he knew it, the first semester of his sophomore year was almost over. The difficulty of the exams each semester was indeed increasing step by step. Lu Yuanqiu had already noticed this while he was reviewing. He didn't know how many more semesters he could get through.

But there's something he doesn't know.

The elders of the Lu family had already paved the way for him without his knowledge. Being a branch manager was just the first step in his training. His ultimate task was to take over the entire Lu Group.

Regardless of academic degrees, the two certificates are no longer decisive factors in the changes that have occurred to Lu Yuanqiu so far. Lu Yuanqiu has long since gained the recognition of his elders.

His elders simply gave him a goal to become better.

Even Lu Yuanqiu had gradually forgotten how rebellious he had been in his previous life, but the elders of the Lu family knew very well, so they had all seen the changes in Lu Yuanqiu now.

Zheng Yifeng: "Are we really going to Xiangcheng?"

Lu Yuanqiu: "Go ahead, it doesn't matter if you don't find anything, the scenery along the way is what matters."

The bone marrow match volunteer was in Xiangcheng. Coincidentally, the Taoist priest was from Xiangcheng, so Liu Wangchun took the lead and decided that Xiangcheng would be the destination for this trip.

Although the hospital is still trying, they all know that the person can no longer be found. They don't even know how many times the phone number of the volunteer from 15 years ago has changed. Moreover, whether the person has any diseases now and whether their condition is suitable for transplantation are all unknown.

The man only had a little over a month left.

According to the doctor, it might take less than a month.

Inside the train carriage, the middle-aged man sat in a wheelchair, and the Taoist priest sat beside him, both gazing at the scenery outside the window. Liu Wangchun asked, "Want to listen to some music?"

"Row."

Liu Wangchun turned on the car stereo, and suddenly a loud tenor voice rang out:
"My dearest father~"

Liu Wangchun's eyes widened, and she immediately changed the song with disdain. She looked at the uncle and Taoist priest who were looking over and explained awkwardly, "Hehe, it must have been my dad who put it on earlier. He loves to indulge in self-admiration..."

The Taoist priest and the uncle nodded, looking bewildered.

After the song was changed, the music was Zhou Chuanxiong's "Blue and White Porcelain," and Liu Wangchun started to move his head to the rhythm of the music.

The uncle and the Taoist priest sitting by the window also started chatting.

"Little Lamb, why do you like Taoist priests?"

The Taoist priest smiled and said, "Actually, I asked my father this question, but what I asked was, why did he become a Taoist priest?"

Uncle: "Ah, please continue..."

The Taoist priest looked across and noticed that the uncle had a nosebleed again. He turned to look for some tissues, and Liu Wangchun immediately handed him a pack of tissues.

The uncle chuckled sheepishly and wiped his nose sheepishly. Liu Wangchun thoughtfully lay down beside him and rolled the paper into two balls, stuffing them into the uncle's nose.

"Thank you, Xiaochun."

Liu Wangchun did not respond and sat back down, feeling dejected. She had never imagined that the first long journey of this RV would be given such great significance.

The Taoist priest exhaled and smiled, saying, "My father said that Taoist priests are like ferrymen, using profound principles as their boat and compassion as their oars, to build a spiritual bridge between the living and the dead, which is their mission."

Liu Wangchun: "I don't understand. What exactly do Taoist priests do?"

Xu Siyang explained: "In summary, it's about helping the living and praying for the dead."

The man suddenly fell silent; he suddenly felt unsure whether he was alive or dead.

Anyway, he's a dying man.

The older man looked up: "That sounds like something to admire. So, little lamb, this is the profession you've respected since you were a child."

Xu Siyang laughed self-deprecatingly: "I'm useless. I can't help the living, nor can I help the dead."

He then took out his backpack and retrieved the yellow Taoist robe. Liu Wangchun smelled a strong odor of smoke, and there were holes burned from cigarette ash on the robe.

The Taoist priest stroked his robe and said, "I plan to burn this robe when I get to Xiangcheng. I will stop being a fake Taoist priest and, just like you said, I will become the person my father wanted me to be."

The uncle smiled.

Just then, Lu Yuanqiu suddenly came out of the driver's seat with his phone in his hand. Judging from the expression on his face, the three people in the car knew that it was probably bad news again.

The older man spoke up: "Xiao Qiu, you tell me. There's nothing I can't accept anymore."

Lu Yuanqiu paused for a moment, then said, "The good news is that we found the volunteer from Xiangcheng; the bad news is that he passed away two years ago."

The middle-aged man nodded calmly.

The Taoist priest and Liu Wangchun remained silent.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in through the window of the national highway, causing the yellow Taoist robe to flutter to the ground. Xu Siyang bent down to pick it up, but then paused, turned around and asked, "He passed away two years ago? Do you know his name?"

Lu Yuanqiu: "Xu Qiancheng."

Xu Siyang's eyes widened slightly, and he quickly stood up: "Did he die of lung cancer?"

"It seems so..." Lu Yuanqiu gradually put down his phone.

(End of this chapter)