When it comes to fortune-telling, if you ask "Do you calculate what I am thinking now" and "Do you calculate what I will do next", it is just a matter of finding fault, because it is like a physical examination in a hospital, and only if you have to be sick can you get it out, and nothing can be calculated.

Besides, why not understand this thing.

The two of them stared at each other for a moment, but they curled their lips, "This cannot be counted."

"Why can't you forget it?" Qin Guanglin refused and stretched out his hand and shouted: "Do you do it for me quickly, do you have to look at your palm?"

"...You will go to work tomorrow, draw, and talk to your colleagues."

Why not turn around and go out to prepare for cooking, "Is this still necessary?"

“…”

Qin Guanglin scratched his chin and had no words to refute for a moment.

Could it be that there are really gods in the world?

He happened to meet him?

This thing... fuck.

He sighed and lay on the bed, his mind chaotic.

No matter what, saving the family of three is like a living Bodhisattva... It is a good thing.

But if he didn't understand, he would have to keep up with his heart. He didn't plan to tell the truth.

Tsk... This person who is being abused every day is a god?

Lost!

That night before she came back, she bought a duck claw in advance... she was meticulous - but the problem came again, why didn't she figure out that she would wake up, and then secretly saw her call?

Qin Guanglin looked at the ceiling with his eyes blank, trying to clarify what had happened these days.

Why not prepare the meal and come and have a look. He is still slumped in the bed like a dried fish.

"What are you eating outside?"

"hot pot."

"Are you full? Do you want to eat more?"

"I won't eat anymore...you eat, I'll call me if I can't eat anymore." Qin Guanglin said lazily.

Why don’t you care about him anymore, and sit alone in the living room for a small meal.

After dinner.

She didn't leave anything for Qin Guanglin. The food was eaten clean. While washing dishes, she saw Qin Guanglin running to the bathroom with his pendulum.

"Oh, what are you doing?!"

As soon as I returned to the bedroom after washing the dishes, why didn't sit at the desk and take out the homework and start writing, Qin Guanglin picked it up and threw it on the bed.

"What do you think?"

“…”

...

The matter is finished.

Qin Guanglin returned to his appearance as a salted fish and considered what impact would it have on marrying a great immortal.

It doesn't seem to have any effect, it's still very exciting...

It’s the company. Judging from her behavior and words, it seems that Chen Rui wants to mess with the company?

Or...will you be cheated in the end?

Looking at the back of Hedian sitting at the table to sort out the lesson plan, his brows gradually frowned again.

"My mouth has been opened, you must listen to me."

What's wrong with Qin Guanglin remembering his words again, and his heart suddenly jumped.

This...it's a bit scary to think about it carefully.

"What are you thinking?" Why don't you stand up and stretch your body after doing things, and ask when you see him in a daze.

"nothing……"

Qin Guanglin shook his head and hesitated and said: "You said...how is my company now?"

"Hmm? Isn't that the case... It would be nice if I don't work overtime."

"oh."

"So tired-" Why not wander around lazily and look for your pajamas to prepare for a shower, "I would have known that I wouldn't cook so many dishes for you at noon..."

"Aren't you a god?"

"What can gods do that every day?"

"Uh..." Qin Guanglin really didn't know what the god looked like. He lay on the head of the bed vigorously and gestured: "Do you know magic?"

"You have a fever again?" He Dian touched his forehead suspiciously, hugged his clothes with disgust, and ignored him.

The more you live, the more naive you become.

Qin Guanglin saw her walking to the living room, and a moment later, the sound of the bathroom closing the door was heard.

He turned over and lay down, and a question emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Can gods cry?

...

The next day.

Qin Guanglin stood at the door with his worries and waited, why not help him tidy up his scarf and hat, and then hugged him and went out to go downstairs.

Halfway through the journey to the company, he suddenly turned and called Chen Rui.

"What's the matter?"

Chen Rui's voice was also as lazy as he had just woken up and was not polite nonsense. He called him early Monday morning and there must be something wrong.

“Please take a leave.”

"Oh... Then I have to go to the company now, are you driving?"

"Um."

"Then let's do it first."

After hanging up the phone in a short sentence, Qin Guanglin drove to the direction of the highway.

It took four hours to take a long-distance bus from Luocheng to Zhongnan, and it took five hours to drive by myself. At around 1:00 pm, Qin Guanglin had already arrived at the foot of the mountain.

Without wasting time, he took his cell phone and climbed to the mountain gate to search everywhere. The place where he came out to play last time had changed an old man. After searching for a long time, he saw the person he was looking for in another corner.

"Uncle, why did you say last time that I got married in three years?"

Qin Guanglin's words made the old man in the jacket in front raise his head and glance at him carefully, "Who are you?"

“…”

"I have calculated that day but eight... I've taken the eight characters first, and I have to take a look." The old man stretched out his hand and waved his fingers twice.

Qin Guanglin looked around and sat on the stool in front of him, and said a few words. The old man took out his treasure perpetual calendar, searched it for a while, took out a piece of paper and wrote it out, then picked it up and looked at it for a few times, cleared his throat and spoke.

"Shui Mu is angry and the wounded official makes money. This horoscope is good, it's... Hey, it's you?" The old man remembered that he came, looked him up and down for a moment, leaned back, raised his chin and said, "How is it? Is this reply?"

“…”

Qin Guanglin suddenly felt a little suspicious when he saw his proud look. Is this guy confused?

"What do you think, why do you say that?"

"How can this eating craft be..."

Qin Guanglin pulled out Grandpa Zhang Mao and asked him to stop the sound. He smiled and slapped over to scratch Grandpa Mao's collar and said, "Hey, this is simple. The marriage palace is combined with the heaven and earth mandarin ducks in the next year. The wealth star is exposed, and it is restrained and affectionate. The Ming media is just marrying, and it is difficult not to get married."

"Then how do you see that my dad left early?"

"This is another secret...Hi, this is also simple. Look, the year pillar defeats the sky, the partial wealth is not strong, and there is also a conscission..."

The old man received two hundred in a few minutes, and he smiled and showed all his skills in eating. Anyway, it was useless to learn this thing. He was just asking for death by following the script.

Qin Guanglin nodded thoughtfully, and seemed to understand, but in fact he didn't understand a single word.

But he couldn't understand it, and he could tell so well that he had already believed it in his heart, and he couldn't tell so many things.

"Do you understand?" The old man dusted two of the photos with his fingers, and said happily: "What else do you want to know?"

"You are fortune telling, can you figure out how many moles you have on a person's body? Where have you been scratched?" Qin Guanglin asked.

"impossible!"

"So is there any way to calculate that the whole family will get gas when other people's family is in the year, month, day, and time?"

"Even if you want to say something happens in a year, there will be a major disaster. I can calculate it for you. If you spend some effort, you can accurately reach spring, summer, autumn and winter.
To be continued...