Fate is a peculiar thing. You might say you don't believe in fate, but sometimes, it really leaves you at a loss for words. Deng Jianguo used to think that his life had always been plain and uneventful, like a lake surface, even if there were ripples, they were just slight ones. His life had been this series of small waves for almost forty years. Although he owned a shop and a house in Miyun Town, these achievements seemed insignificant.
Since meeting several young people yesterday, Deng Jianguo felt an inexplicable sensation, as if his life were about to change. It was a feeling, a very strong one at that. Like waking up one day with the strong belief that buying a lottery ticket would definitely win him five million.
