The cold wind was cold, Zhiyuan went to the station with a luggage and a guitar alone.

He didn't look back.

He could feel that she was looking at him and waving to him, he was afraid that she would see his tears.

Zhiyuan also knew that after this parting, I don’t know when I will see her again. Maybe I will never see her anymore.

He just prayed in his heart that he wished her well!

"I'm leaving, silently as I came..."

"I'm leaving, stumbled like when I came..."

"Like the wandering wind, like the floating cloud, the lost soul, nowhere to rest..."

Zhiyuan remembered the song written by Qin Feng, and a bitter curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhu Xiaoya said, why don’t he want to go abroad for school?

Although he refused, in fact, he was already moved.

He has always dreamed of walking all over the world with his guitar on his back.

This was an opportunity to be moved, and he refused.

He didn't want to leave so unclearly.

He left in anger, and no one in his family explained it. This was inappropriate.

One person told him that his roots were in Guizhou.

If you want to leave, you will leave with dignity, and that is definitely not the case.

When one day, with his own hands and enough qualifications, he will travel all over the world.

But definitely not, relying on someone to help you, even though that person is the elder brother who has the same hands as you.

Zhiyuan thought while walking, but before he knew it, the train station was already in sight.

"Young man, do a fortune teller?" At this moment, a middle-aged man wrapped in a cotton jacket and said with a smile to Zhiyuan.

Zhiyuan glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to walk forward.

"Young brother, please go south. The car to Beijing will take only 9:30, so it's still early!" The fortune teller continued.

Zhiyuan paused and turned around.

"What do you want to calculate? Birthday and Eight Characters? Or Face? Or Palm?" Zhiyuan said coldly.

"It's so cold in the east. Most southerners go north and are trembling with cold. My little brother is from the south. Seeing that you are thinly dressed but not afraid of the cold, I guess you were born in the twelfth month of winter, so you don't have to forget about the eight characters!" The middle-aged man talked happily.

"Oh?" Zhiyuan's eyes moved, and he turned around and walked to the middle-aged man, "Listen with your ears!"

"As for the face!" the middle-aged man continued, "The little brother had a pretty face, but he had ruined half his life because of a scar. I guess his brother is a person who hates evil, but he doesn't know that this scar is your numerology. It can be predicted that the brother will be accompanied by swords, guns and blood in his life! So, don't forget it!"

"So, do you want to see the palmaring?" Zhiyuan raised his brow, stretched out his hand, and placed it in front of the middle-aged man.

"This..." The middle-aged man stared at Zhiyuan's palm with a serious expression.

"How?" Zhiyuan asked.

"Broken palm!" said the middle-aged man, "The palm of your palm, three main lines, do not intersect... the middle one is yourself, but not the deepest one on the left. This is your father... you and your father have a bad relationship... even..."

"Even something, keep talking!" Zhiyuan asked in a cold voice.

"Length represents the length of life, depth, and blessings. Your father's line is deep in the front part, and most of the middle part gradually becomes shallow, and it will not get deeper in the back part. You..." The middle-aged man wanted to speak but stopped, "When a white-haired person sends a black-haired person, you may... die prematurely, before your father... and your father may suffer for a long time..."

"Where is this one on the right?" Zhiyuan asked patiently.

"The one on the right is both short and shallow, and is almost the same length as yours..." The middle-aged man raised his head, looked at Zhiyuan, and said in a trembling voice, "The father and mother, your mother... have passed away... Little brother, I am very sorry!"

"Do you know me?" Zhiyuan asked suddenly, staring at the middle-aged man, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"The first time I met you, how can I know each other?" the middle-aged man said calmly.

"Okay! Continue!" Zhiyuan said in a muffled voice.

"It depends on career or marriage?" the middle-aged man asked cautiously.

Just now, that glance made his hair stand upside down.

This young man is so scary.

He saw blood in his eyes!

"Let's be married!" Zhiyuan said casually.

The middle-aged man was serious about it and looked at Zhiyuan's palm. His hand did not dare to touch Zhiyuan's hand, but just looked straight and steadily.

After a while, he raised his head, looked at Zhiyuan, and shook his head.

"What do you mean?" Zhiyuan's face darkened. This person was really pretending to be a ghost.

"Then I'll say it straight!" the middle-aged man sighed, "You have four marriages in your life, but they are very short, so let's go and save one!"

"Speak, man, talk!" Zhiyuan said word by word.

"On the main line, there are four lines intersecting you, three are short but deep, and one is slightly longer but dark!" The middle-aged man took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "In other words, there are four women in your life who will fall in love with you, but there is only one person who is entangled with your fate and is most in love. Her surname is Chen! However, your relationship is... extremely difficult. I don't know how many twists and turns will take place. It's difficult! It's difficult!"

"Fart!" Zhiyuan was furious and stood up.

"Huh? I saw it wrong!" the middle-aged man was shocked, "There is still a line. If you don't pay attention, you can't see it. It should be five women. However, this one is not very entangled with your fate. You only intersect once. In other words, you can only meet once and will never see you again in your life. Her surname is Qin!"

"What?"

Zhiyuan was shocked, could he be talking about Sister Qin Feng?

"Who are you!" Zhiyuan asked again.

"Just a fortune teller!" said the middle-aged man. "If you don't believe it, you can ask in this area. I set up a stall here every day. Brother, don't be suspicious. You and I have never met you. If you really want to investigate you, why are you starving and cold here? "

"Sir, I hope you can give me some advice!" Zhiyuan's eyes closed and asked sincerely.

"How can you make a mistake in the boat traversing the river? Good and evil are in your heart. You don't believe in the moon before the flowers. Today, the horses of Nanguan will not move forward!" He looked deeply at Zhiyuan, and the middle-aged man said, "Do you know why I dare not touch you? I saw a picture from your eyes, full of corpses and blood bones!"

"Young man, I can't give you a word on your way..."

The middle-aged man said, "Have good thoughts in your heart, be brave and decisive, and move forward!"

"Thank you sir!" Zhiyuan nodded and his eyes became firm.

Whether this person is pretending to be a ghost or really seeing something, the following words will benefit him greatly.

My mother often says, be strong!

Aunt Liu often says, be kind!

Grandma often says, be open-minded!

He never dared to forget their words, but after so many things, his closest relatives left him one by one, and he was a little confused.

And the old man's words were like enlightenment, which made him suddenly enlightened.

Isn’t his words the same as a mother and the others?

No matter what happens in the future, if he firms up his beliefs, he will believe that he will be able to walk out of his own world.

"This is for you!" Zhiyuan took out a stack of money and handed it to the middle-aged man.

"So many? Thousands!" the middle-aged man shook his head, pulled out one from it, and smiled, "Enough!"

"Take care sir!" Zhiyuan turned around and left with his guitar on his back, carrying his luggage.

"Boy, take care of it! Your path is hard to walk, I hope you can get through it!"

Looking at Zhiyuan's back, he disappeared into the vast crowd, sighed, packed up his stool, and stood up.

"Let's go, go home! Alas, this kind of person is rare in a century. How sad, how regretful!"

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Chapter completed!