I won't live past 18 years old

  This is the second time I've seen the old lady.

  In the second year of university, I walked along this Wutong Road with Lin Jia Gongzi. It was the second time he confessed to me, and he steeled himself to head down this Wutong Road that no one else dared to go on except for me.

  The first time I saw the old woman was at the end of this Wutong Road, dark clouds also blocked out the sunlight, and all around was a piece of darkness. I said to Lin's young master, "My uncle said that on days when dark clouds block out the sun, it is suitable for ghosts to appear."

  The young master of the Lin family was so scared that he stopped in his tracks. The young master of the Lin family is wealthy and good-looking, and has no shortage of pursuers. His only flaw is that he is afraid of ghosts. I don't know which eye of his got sand in it, but he took a liking to me.

  Perhaps it's because of my uncle, who was idolized like a superstar and is also a natural medium, but the young master of the Lin family said that he felt as if he had known me since his past life and was determined to pursue me.

  He can't help it, just like when I said there were ghosts lurking around, he was only scared for a moment before pretending to be calm.

  "Don't lie to me anymore."

  "Qīn lí." I corrected.

  Apart from Uncle Ah, I hope everyone calls me Jun Li, my surname is Jun and my first name is a single character "Li".

  The young master of the Lin family looked embarrassed and nodded, "Let's go." However, his eyes darted around, fearing that he would be caught by a ghost.

  He Lin's young master laughed and joked with me for a while, I looked at the old woman crouching on the ground at the end, seemingly having some difficulty getting up. He Lin's young master asked me, "Jun Li, what are you looking at?"

  I pointed ahead to where the old lady was, "Look."

  Lin's young master rubbed his eyes, "What is it?"

  "Can't you see?"

  The young master of the Lin family shook his head at me, and I said, "It should be a ghost."

  Ah...

  With a scream, Lin's young master disappeared instantly on the Wutong Road, leaving only a distant back view. I smiled that Lin's young master was still so afraid of ghosts.

  An old woman at the end of the alley walked away, wearing that black outfit, her back like a withered tree, the gentle breeze blowing her wide sleeves fluttering, as if she was just a piece of clothing.

  She was drawing something on the ground with a branch, I went forward and called her "Granny".

  The old woman seemed not to have heard me, so I stepped forward a bit and called out again, "Granny, what are you doing here?"

  The old woman turned around, her pale face emitting a green glow, grinning at me with a smile like a corpse in a coffin, I was so scared that I fell to the ground.

  The old woman stood up and helped me up, her fingers were icy cold. She spoke slowly, "Goodbye, goodbye, farewell."

  I wonder why the old lady knew my name.

  She didn't say a word, then asked me, "Almost eighteen years old, right?" Then shook her head and sighed to herself, "Fate, fate."

  I didn't understand what she meant, a chill ran down my spine and I shivered.

  "Don't be afraid, I'm just a fortune teller, not some filthy thing." The old woman seemed to have seen the doubt in me.

  She said, "Junli, this is your fate, you won't live past eighteen years old, let your family prepare for your funeral."

  I went to call her with a heart of fear and sympathy, but unexpectedly this old lady over eighty years old spoke in such an unpleasant tone. I suddenly lost my good temper, "Auntie, if you're fine, go home early, it's better to say less."

  The old woman sighed and turned away, her footsteps quiet as she muttered to herself, "Won't listen to an old person's words, won't listen to an old person's words."

  As the old woman left, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and sunlight filtered through the dense wutong leaves, illuminating the three large characters that the old woman had written on the ground with a branch: Liu Xi Jun.

  A gust of wind passed, and the words disappeared from view, everything returned to the sun-drenched Wutong Road.

  I told Uncle Ah about this matter, and Uncle Ah was deep in thought, without leaving his study for the entire afternoon...

  When I was eighteen years old on my birthday, I remembered the words of the old woman. She said that I would not live beyond eighteen years old. When I told Uncle Ah, he looked tense and said, "Don't see her again."