Black Cat Mansion: Book of Paranormal Events

Chapter 532 The Problem of Being a Pig

The fuss was fruitless, but instead caused a lot of trouble. Almost every day, people blocked the door of Chen Lu's house. As a result, his mother fell ill again and passed away not long after.

Chen Lu's life suddenly fell into boundless darkness. He often hid in the room alone for a whole day. He became afraid of crowds, and it became difficult to talk to them. People at the door of the house remembered the figure of their mother falling down amidst the noise.

"When I was young, my family was poor. My mother sent me to learn acrobatics, thinking that at least I would have something to eat. I studied for several years, and I was good at some simple juggling. I planned to drop out of school and concentrate on learning, but the teacher came to persuade me, Said that my study should not be wasted, my mother was persuaded and supported me to continue studying, and I was a little unhappy with the acrobatic troupe for this.

I spent the whole day, and during the period when I was locked in the house, I just saw a recruiting clown. Originally, they didn’t want someone with no experience like me, but I was good at riding a unicycle, and my basics were okay, so I stayed.

Wearing the skin of a clown, I found that I am not so afraid of those people. They don't know who I am. The applause and ridicule are for clowns. I just need to be a good clown. "

When Chen Lu said this, he gave a wry smile, and subconsciously made a movement of pushing his glasses.

"If I hadn't left the acrobatic troupe, maybe my life would have been very different. I was greedy. I fantasized about spreading my wings and flying high, but in the end I found that the sky in this world is not for people like me to fly."

"How could it be? Your novel is very popular. If you are so talented and think so, then why would someone like me who failed the exam commit suicide?"

"What's the use of being talented? It's better to live a miserable life. Maybe I will be a pig in the next life. I'd rather be an illiterate and foolish life. I just learn too much, expect too much, and think too much. It's too stupid, otherwise I wouldn't live like this." Chen Lu stretched out his hand and hammered the ground hard, he was not reconciled, otherwise he wouldn't have written "Joker", but so what? Well, his life was over.

"It's more miserable than you. You don't have to be too sad. You won't be a pig in your next life. You may have a next life. Show me your hand and let me see how you sell yourself. Is the stupid fool still saved?"

Dongzhu snorted coldly, and stretched out a hand to face Chen Lu. Chen Lu passed his hand over with some hesitation. After he stretched it out, Dongzhu grabbed it. Immediately, he felt a wave of The fire penetrated from the palm of his hand, and then quickly spread throughout his body. He felt as if he was being roasted on the fire, and he howled loudly in pain.

Dong Zhu didn't look very good either, frowning with pain on his face, after a while Dong Zhu let go of Chen Lu's hand, and Chen Lu curled up on the ground, his soul seemed to be a little more transparent.

"Fortunately, it's not a dead contract. There is still a way to untie it. I'll make you a stand-in and transfer the contract on you and you'll be fine."

"Really? Will I still be a pig in my next life?"

Chen Lu was a little excited at first, and then a little depressed. Not having a next life and being a pig in the next life didn't seem to be a good result.

I didn't expect Chen Lu to be so obsessed with being a pig. Dongzhu couldn't help laughing, he reached out and patted Chen Lu on the shoulder and said, "She's teasing you, your guilt is at most a few years of hard labor." It's gone, don't think about being a pig, you still have some time, if you want to write a book, write it quickly. Now that you have escaped, don't leave any regrets for yourself."

　I stayed with the hospital for two days, and there were a lot of life and death in the cancer ward. I heard crying early in the morning. The family member cried worse than the patient, and the patient comforted the family member instead.

　　In fact, you shouldn’t cry in front of the patient. It’s already depressing enough, but crying makes it even more sad. The patient is very sensitive. I remembered the book I read before, which said that you should not be friends with the patient, because you will die.Suddenly, I understood the sadness.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)