A leisurely life that begins with the possession of a game character

Aunt An went on to say, "Why are some incense readers sometimes unable to read accurately? It's because their immortals are not high enough, and the immortals of the people who come to read are of higher status. When the incense reader burns a lot of incense, the immortals of the people who come to read will see that the other party's immortals are too weak and will not respond to you or will just turn around and leave. What's the point of reading? Therefore, those who are self-aware will tell the visitors that they can't read accurately. But some people force themselves to read, so of course they can't read accurately."

Zhang Lan nodded: "I understand this."

"Oh, by the way, Auntie, you want me to agree to ask the Buddha? What should I do?"

"You don't have to do anything, as long as you agree. It's you who invited the Bodhisattva, and your agreement is just a stepping stone. Since you are not in this line of work, I can do the rest myself." Aunt An said with a smile.

This is easy. There will definitely be no problem if he just nods and agrees. Zhang Lan agreed immediately.

After seeing Zhang Lan agreed, Aunt An sat for a while and then left Zhang Lan's house. In her words, she still had to go home to prepare a lot of things, and it was not possible to invite her home rashly.

She had to go home and wait for the Buddha’s consent after burning incense before she could take the next step.

After Aunt An left, a man walked in from outside the yard. Zhang Lan looked up and smiled in surprise, "It's Brother Xiangyang. Long time no see."

Zhang Xiangyang sat down on a stool beside him awkwardly and said, "Zhang Lan, I have something I want to talk to you about. Is this ok?"

"What's the matter? We are old neighbors." Zhang Lan said with a smile.

Before Zhang Xiangdong and Zhang Xiangyang went to jail, Zhang Lan and Zhang Xiangyang had a good relationship. When Aunt Zhao was still alive, they occasionally drank together when they were at home.

It’s not a very close relationship, but it’s better than ordinary friends.

"It's like this..." Zhang Xiangyang said.

Zhang Xiangyang has been learning cooking since he dropped out of junior high school. He has been working as a chef before and after he was released from prison.

Being a chef is a hard job and once you enter the industry you rarely have time to rest.

Zhang Xiangyang has been doing this business for nearly twenty years, except for the few years he was in jail.

After being released from prison this time, because of his criminal record, although Zhang Xiangyang’s cooking skills were still good, it was basically impossible for him to work in a big restaurant.

At the beginning, he was working for an acquaintance. In order to support his family, his wife never remarried during the years he was in prison and raised his two children alone.

So after Zhang Xiangyang was released from prison, he quickly started working outside and worked hard to earn money.

Just two months ago, Zhang Xiangyang accidentally sprained his waist while cooking. It was a little painful at the time, but Zhang Xiangyang didn't take it too seriously.

But after a few days, his legs started to go numb. The results of the hospital examination showed that he had a herniated disc. The doctor asked him to stay in bed for a week. Zhang Xiangyang thought the doctor was making a big deal out of it, but after a week of bed rest, the pain not only did not get better, but it got worse.

Because of this, Zhang Xiangyang had to take a long leave and go to the hospital's rehabilitation department for physical therapy. He received traction, physical therapy, Chinese medicine hot compresses, and electrotherapy every day for nearly a month, but his condition became more serious and he could hardly walk.

In the end, there was no other choice, so Zhang Xiangyang told his friends, quit his job and continued his treatment in the hospital.

Because I was hospitalized, I met many other patients every day, and the more I learned about this disease, the more scared I became. Many people have been suffering from this disease for decades.

Zhang Xiangyang is not afraid of the pain, but he is afraid of not being able to work, because people like him have no income without a job, and they cannot live without income.

He was middle-aged, had a wife and a child, and only had one house in the countryside. His child was about to grow up. When he was in the hospital, Zhang Xiangyang couldn't sleep all night, feeling pessimistic and desperate.

Later, the symptoms were alleviated, but my legs would still feel numb from time to time. As a chef, everything is easy to deal with, but standing for a long time is a must. I had no choice but to seek medical treatment and medication.

During this period of time, Zhang Xiangyang was cheated by various doctors, including those who sold plasters, Chinese medicine, bone setting, massage, and manipulation. He spent a lot of money, but his illness recurred.

Sometimes when I can’t sleep at night, I come out of the bedroom and sit in the living room in the dark. Suddenly I want to cry, but it’s late at night and everyone is asleep. I dare not make a sound. I lie on the sofa, and I dare not even sigh or smoke a cigarette because my wife and children are still resting in the bedroom.

Later, when his wife discovered him, she came out of the bedroom, carefully sat down next to him in the light of her cell phone and asked, "What are you doing sitting outside in the middle of the night?"

Zhang Xiangyang replied: "It's okay, I just couldn't sleep, so I came out to get some fresh air."

His wife understood Zhang Xiangyang's thoughts, and after sitting with him for a while, she said, "Don't worry, as long as people are around, everything will be fine."

Before going to jail, Zhang Xiangyang was young and worked as the head chef of a big hotel in his twenties. When he resigned from the kitchen of this hotel, people who knew the news came to him and hired him again without him having to make any phone calls.

At that time, he was always calling friends wherever he went and had a smiling face everywhere.

After being released from prison after nearly ten years, I discovered that many of the things I had originally believed in had already quietly changed.

Although friends still come over for dinner from time to time, it’s just a dinner party.

Most of the time, everyone is busy making money. Even Zhang Xiangyang himself is working hard to make money to support his family.

For middle-aged people, without money, everything is meaningless and life is a complete mess.

When he was in his twenties, he still thought about opening a big restaurant. Now, Zhang Xiangyang is only thinking about earning an extra three to five hundred yuan.

The premise of dreaming is to have money or a career foundation. Otherwise, when you are worse than a dog, you don’t even have the right to roar.

Life is very realistic, especially for middle-aged people.

However, nowadays, let alone dreams, even making money is almost becoming a dream.

After returning home, Zhang Xiangyang would run to the Bodhisattva statue nearby to worship the Bodhisattva, hoping that the Bodhisattva could show his power and make his condition less serious.

Even if he becomes paralyzed after a few more years, he wants to earn more money while he is still young, send his children to a better school, and provide a place for his wife and children to settle down.

Not only is he unable to become the breadwinner of the family, he is soon to become a burden to the family.

Even his wife's life was worse than before, because at that time, his wife earned money, his parents-in-law helped take care of the children, and Aunt Zhao looked after them from time to time, so life was not so tiring.

Now, Zhang Xiangyang is out of prison and remarried his wife. His father-in-law and mother-in-law are old and need to take care of their grandchildren.

Originally he was working outside to earn money and it was fine, but now he has this disease, the family has nothing to pay for the children’s tuition except for a few acres of land.