"Young man, I didn't even get the money to open the door today. I'm here to tell you that I'm helping you and asking for good luck. Business has been getting harder and harder recently. No one is doing this, so I have to be careful.
The city management came to arrest me. Yesterday, I managed to make some money by selling it, but the city management chased me around."
"How much did you sell yesterday?"
"It seemed like it only cost ten yuan yesterday."
"It seems to be twelve."
When Lao Xie, who had been staring at his pants, heard this, he realized something was wrong. He suddenly raised his head and saw Chu Ping with two dark circles under his eyes, looking straight at him, like a man.
Evil ghosts who only see strangers.
Eyes facing each other.
Old Xie Tou seemed to have experienced this kind of thing many times. He reacted instantly and immediately took out a roll of white cloth with the Eight Diagrams drawn on the ground, and then with his other hand pulled up the scroll standing next to it with the words "divine fortune teller" written on it.
The pole will slip away.
Chu Ping naturally thought that the old man in front of him would have such a trick, and he didn't see him making any moves. He just stretched his legs before Lao Xie was about to run away.
Poor old Xie's head fell to the ground and he ate shit.
"Why are you running?"
Chu Ping squatted in front of Lao Xie's head, looking at him who had been thrown to pieces.
"Bah, bah, bah."
Lao Xie spat a few mouthfuls, as if he hadn't spit it out yet, so he ran to the stall again, took out a bottle of mineral water from the side of the pole, took a swig, and swung it around in his mouth for a long time before spitting it out.
come out.
"Then what are you doing here?"
After Lao Xie rinsed away the dirt from his mouth, he looked at Chu Ping.
"Coming to find you."
Chu Ping understood Lao Xietou's reaction very well. After all, in this kind of land, he still does things like deceiving people and is always ready to run away. That is inevitable. Let's not say whether the people he deceived will come to him.
People like Lao Xie Tou have been tormented by urban management for a while.
"You've come here, why can't I run away and wait for you to come to me? My old arms and legs can't stand your troubles. If I lie down, there's no one worth 1.8 million.
But I can’t get up.”
When Lao Xie saw that he couldn't run away, he simply stopped running. He dusted off the dirt on his body, and then threw the Taoist crown on his head directly onto the white cloth with the Eight Diagrams painted on the ground, looking helpless.
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This old man who owns a second-hand bookstall and works as a fortune teller and palmistry must know something.
"Do you know anything about that diary?"
Lao Xie shook his head like a rattle, refusing to admit that he knew these things at all.
"It's because you came here to ask me specifically, so I guessed randomly. Just guessed. As long as it's okay, it'll be okay."
Chu Ping looked at Lao Xie who was still shaking his head noncommittally, not knowing whether what he said was true.
"Then where did you get "Happiness Diary" from?"
Lao Xie still shook his head, seemingly unaware of this matter.
Chu Ping felt a little helpless when Lao Xie asked the first question and was about to leave.
"Young man, do you want me to give you a hexagram?"
Chu Ping frowned and turned to look at Lao Xie Tou. He originally thought that the other party had changed his temper and wanted to tell him something about "Happiness Diary". However, when Chu Ping saw Lao Xie Tou's playful smile, he knew
It's because I think too much.
Chu Ping twitched the corners of his lips, then turned around and left.
"It's better to leave it to someone who is destined."
Looking at Chu Ping's retreating figure, Lao Xie's expression suddenly became tense.
"Young man, you are the destined one. I hope I can see you again in the future."
Because of the incident on the No. 405 bus, Chu Ping did not take the bus back, but instead reached out and stopped a taxi.
After getting in the car, Chu Ping was still thinking about "Happiness Diary". The dream he had last night was still fresh in his memory and he couldn't forget it at all.
"Do you want to see a psychiatrist?"
Chu Ping touched his obviously haggard face.
"I always feel that the old man should know something, but he doesn't say anything, which is a bit troublesome."
"Young man, you must be quite tired recently."
The taxi driver saw Chu Ping's sallow face and two big dark circles in the rearview mirror, so he was looking for something to talk about to relieve the deserted feeling in the car.
Chu Ping had been thinking about something in his mind. He just answered the driver's question casually, which was regarded as a perfunctory answer.
It's just that the driver uncle was obviously a talker. When Chu Ping started talking to him, he started talking nonstop.
