Knowing that his time was approaching, Mr. Zeng looked at his apprentice kneeling in front of the bed, sighed, and asked in a low voice: "Zi Gui, are you eighteen this year?"
"Yes, master." Zigui held Zeng Lao's hand. His parents died young and he has been with Mr. Zeng since he was a child. Mr. Zeng is his only relative.
"Eighteen..." Mr. Zeng patted Zigui's hand with pity, but finally couldn't bear it in his heart, and said slowly: "Zigui, there is a disaster in your life. Six years later..."
Now that I mention it, I think this calamity is no small matter. Zi Gui remembered that his master only told him the year and month of his birth, but never told him the date and time. He didn't understand before, but now he finally understood: "Life and death have destiny, Zi Gui understands."
"Death may not be considered a fate..." Mr. Zeng closed his eyes and said nothing more.
Intention: We will not be sad until we see each other in this world for a long time