Hanging up the phone, Yang Yi was a little confused and a little flustered. The one who called him was his father who went out to work and informed him of a happy event. Yang Yi's cousin was getting married and he hoped that he could go back.

In fact, he received a call from his uncle a few days ago, asking him to go back to attend his son's wedding.

Due to the rapid growth of fruits in his hometown, his hometown had developed quite well in the past three or four years. Many families were out of line and rich. Almost every house was a building. There were even many people who bought a new home, and his uncle was also one of them.

At that time, Yang Yi was still perfunctory and tried to ask for leave. But today, his father called him, saying that there were only two or three brothers. If he could go back, he'd better go back as much as possible!

He still remembered that when Yang Yi was admitted to college, he became a college student whose surname could be counted on one palm in the village. He was also a key university, which caused a sensation for a while. Many people in the village came to drink, and he was very popular for a while.

However, after that, everyone found out that Yang Yi majored in archaeology and had no future. A small group of villagers who came to drink with red packets complained that they had given up the red packets.

The archaeological major was not Yang Yi's ideal major. At that time, his score was only based on the key line. He didn't dare to apply for a very popular major. But he didn't expect that when he accepted the major, he still didn't study his volunteer major. Instead, he was assigned to other cold majors.

After studying for more than a year, he had a conflict with his university counselor, was framed, and was forced to drop out of school.

At that time, the coldness in his eyes chilled him to the core. He might never forget the sarcasm of some villagers in secret.

Although his parents didn't say anything, he could see that his parents were very embarrassed and embarrassed.

Since then, he had been alone and determined not to go back. But he had been out for four or five years, and now he was 26 years old, and he was still a passer-by.

This was the work of a small auction house in Jiang City. Because it was not good at social interactions and did not have a strong professional background, it was completely reduced to the existence of running errands.

"Die, die!" Yang Yi muttered to himself.

He knew that when he went back, he would definitely be a laughing stock, at least in secret. However, his father was right. There were only two or three brothers who were close to him. How could their elder brother not go back as a big brother?

Yang Yi counted his savings and there were still more than 7,000 left. The results of his hard work in the past four to five years were naturally more than that. But half a year ago, he got an antique and spent all his savings. Finally, he found that it was a fake, which once made Yang Yi's heart turn to ashes.

He was thinking about buying a high-end item as a gift. He heard from his grandmother that even the air conditioner and refrigerator in his hometown were complete. It could be seen that many people in his hometown had indeed made a fortune.

"A washing machine?"

It suddenly occurred to Yang Yi that there was no washing machine in his hometown at the moment. Maybe it was because he was used to washing and felt it was not good, so he did not buy it. Thinking about it, it made sense. Most of the farmers in his hometown were covered in mud. The washing machine might not be washed clean, and the quality of the washing machine was not good or even bad.

Thinking of this, Yang Yi immediately looked at it on the Internet for a while. He wanted to find a suitable target. It had to be high-class and not too expensive at the same time.

After finding it, he didn't sign it immediately. Instead, he asked the merchants if they could send it to him because the address was relatively remote. The other party's attitude was also good, and immediately said that any place in the country would be sent directly to him.

"Don't worry about that. We also have a warehouse in the neighboring city of your address. We can deliver goods at any time. The master will follow us to install it."

Since there were nearly 5,000 goods, their service was naturally very thoughtful.

"Okay, I'll arrange it now. You must deliver it within three days."

"No problem, sir!"

After dealing with this matter, Yang Yi looked at the time and found that he had to go to work again. He skillfully took all his belongings and strode to the bus stop.

The street outside was bustling with people. It turned out to be the parade part of the temple fair.

The temple was a traditional cultural activity widely spread among the people. It was a living culture that was created, enjoyed, and inherited by the people of the country. The temple was a living culture of this kind of culture, and its birth, existence, and evolution were closely related to the life of the people.

This kind of show was not only popular in the countryside, but also in the city. Both sides of the road were full of onlookers.

"Oh no! This road has been sealed." Yang Yi quickly ran up. Otherwise, he would have been late.

He had to bypass three or four blocks and get on the bus at the bus stop, which was more than 1,000 meters high.

Because there were too many people, it was crowded and bumped into the person carrying the statue. The tall statue of King Ma's wooden statue leaned to one side.

"Don't act rashly, be careful over there!" Suddenly, someone shouted.

When Yang Yi heard this, he looked up and was frightened to find that the wooden statue was falling on him. He couldn't react in time, so he fainted with a pain in his forehead.

No one noticed that at this time, the vertical eye on Prince Ma's forehead shot out a beam of light and drilled into Yang Yi's forehead.

"Hurry up, send them to the hospital. Don't crowd together, disperse, disperse!" An old man shouted.

Because the grand meeting of the temple fair was held, the media, such as the TV station, were also attracted. When they found such an accident, of course, they rushed forward and reported it one after another.

Yang Yi knew nothing about the disturbance in the outside world. Even if he fainted, he could still feel the sharp pain in his head. He could guarantee that this kind of pain was the most painful thing in his life.

When he woke up, his eyes were full of white, and he could smell the unpleasant smell of the medicine. Yang Yi knew that he was in the hospital.

"Are you awake? Do you feel uncomfortable there?"

Yang Yi turned his head and saw a middle-aged man not far away. He smiled and greeted him. After the introduction, they knew that this man was one of the people in charge of the temple fair. They were deeply sorry for this incident. They would help Yang Yi calculate the medical expenses and let him rest in peace.

Soon after, a doctor came in. "His condition is not serious, but the scar on his forehead didn't disappear so quickly. It's a slight injury."

The doctor explained some of Yang Yi's basic information, checked it again, and then left in a hurry.

"By the way, your company called you just now, and I picked it up. Don't worry, your company is very understanding, saying that your salary and bonus will not be deducted. In addition, because of our negligence at work, we have also prepared a compensation and will send it to you later." The middle-aged man was easy to talk to.

Hearing this, Yang Yi was relieved. He was afraid that the company would gossip.

"Thank you, uncle!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand repeatedly. "This is our responsibility. Well, have a good rest. I'll give you my number. Call me if you need anything. The temple meeting is not over yet. I have to go and help."

After the middle-aged man left, Yang Yi thought to himself, "It's really a disaster!"