"Huh?" Old Xie Tou's first words shocked Chu Ping, and his memory seemed to return to the little boy under the overpass.
Lao Xietou didn't notice the change in Chu Ping's expression.
"He just appeared in my dream. Although it was a dream, I always felt that I was there and it was very real. He took my hand and came under a bridge. It was very dark outside and I couldn't see what was under the bridge.
It just feels like there are some cicada pupae hanging upside down on it, one next to another, densely packed..."
Chu Ping was not in the mood to listen to what Old Xie Tou said next.
"The photo says it's related to me. Maybe it's not because of my bad luck, but because of that business card."
Chu Ping's eyes moved around, not daring to look at Lao Xie's head.
Old Xie Tou didn't know why he dreamed of that little boy, but Chu Ping knew.
"I just left a business card for him, but I didn't expect that he actually came looking for me."
Chu Ping looked like he had a guilty conscience.
"I just dreamed a few days ago that the little boy downstairs came to my house to find his mother. This time I dreamed that the little boy called me mother. It's really weird, huh? Young man, what's wrong with you?
?Looks like he’s uncomfortable.”
Chu Ping waved his hands quickly and made up a reason casually. He didn't want Lao Xie to see the flaw.
"It's okay, it's okay, I just feel a little upset in my stomach."
Lao Xie wanted to go over and see if Chu Ping's stomach pain was serious. As soon as he stood up, he seemed to have thought of something, so he sat back down again.
"It's okay. The calligraphy and painting seller said he was going to buy steamed buns. I'll get some for you later. You can eat some. It will help you feel better."
As soon as Lao Xie Tou finished speaking, he saw two men wearing glasses, each holding a spittoon in their hands, walking towards Chu Ping.
"Is dishing spittoons popular now?" Chu Ping felt a little strange, so he took a sneak look, "I've seen people dishing skewers and walnuts, but this is the first time I've seen people dishing spittoons."
The two people looked unkind and gloomy, and ignored the merchants around them who called them over to take a look. They seemed to have their own goals and walked straight ahead.
Chu Ping had a premonition that danger was about to happen and looked at Lao Xie.
At this time, Lao Xie was half leaning on the steps, looking at the two men as if he were watching the fun.
"You probably didn't come here to cause trouble for Lao Xie."
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"You...want to be here?"
Chu Ping looked at Lao Xie, he really didn't want to disturb the other party's interest.
Lao Xie didn't look at Chu Ping at all, but pointed to another step some distance away from him.
"If you want to watch the excitement, just sit there. If you don't want to watch, just leave. You don't need to say hello to me."
Chu Ping had no choice but to move the little Maza to the location designated by Old Xie Tou.
Chu Ping looked at the two menacing men in confusion, and then at Lao Xie.
"what happened?"
Lao Xie glanced at Chu Ping, as if he had expected that he would not leave.
"I told the calligraphy and painting seller just this morning that he might be in a bloody disaster today, so he'd better be careful. It's probably going to come true."
Chu Ping was still skeptical about Lao Xie Tou's craftsmanship.
The two men soon arrived at the calligraphy and painting curio stall of Brother Mickey Mouse, but the older brother had just gone to buy steamed buns and was not at the stall at all.
"Where's the man selling calligraphy and painting?"
One of them, a bald man with a stubble on his face, looked towards the bookstall.
Chu Ping didn't say anything. He came here to trouble Lao Xie. He didn't know anything about what happened before he came.
Lao Xie didn't say anything, just shook his head.
The two men were a little unwilling to find Brother Mickey Mouse, so they discussed it, and then one stayed where he was and waited, while the other asked around.
Seeing that there was no excitement to see, Old Xie had a look of disappointment on his face.
"Close the stall and go home."
"Sure enough, it's still not allowed." Chu Ping muttered quietly from the side.
Lao Xie stretched his head and carried a roll of second-hand books behind him like a baggage.
When Chu Ping saw Lao Xie was about to leave, he hurriedly followed him.
"So early?" Chu Ping was a little surprised, "Is it so casual to be self-employed now?"
Seeing Lao Xietou leaving as soon as he wanted, Chu Ping actually felt a little moved.
"I don't think I know your name yet?"
When Lao Xie saw Chu Ping approaching him, he hurriedly took a few steps to widen the distance between the two.
Only then did Chu Ping realize that it seemed that from the moment he met Lao Xie Tou, he
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I never told him what my name was, but I found out a lot about Old Shatou from Mickey Mouse.
"My name is Chu Ping."
"Chu Ping," Lao Xie repeated, as if he wanted to remember this name in his mind, "you haven't told me what the dream was about."
Chu Ping didn't expect that what he just said casually would actually make Lao Xie take it to heart.
"this······"
Chu Ping was a little hesitant and couldn't tell Lao Xie Tou that the reason he dreamed about the little boy was because he left his business card at the bridge.
Moreover, Lao Xie's nightmare a few days ago seemed to have something to do with him.
Old Xie Tou thought that Chu Ping was unwilling to tell him.
"Hey, I don't want to say it and I won't ask, but I really need to take a break recently. If I want to tell my fortune, I'll do it in three days."
Chu Ping was a little confused.
"Why can it be done in three days? Is that an auspicious day?"
Lao Xie looked at Chu Ping in disbelief.
"What auspicious day? The inspection team will leave next week, and then the urban management will not chase my fortune-telling stall all over the streets."
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"Help! Why don't you give me your money back?"
Chu Ping and Lao Xie were both attracted by the shouting behind them. They felt that the voice was somewhat familiar. They looked at each other and then looked back at the same time.
A man wearing Mickey Mouse half-sleeves rushed out from the crowd.
"Brother Mickey Mouse!"
"Selling calligraphy and painting?"
Chu Ping and Lao Xie Tou announced the identity of that person in unison.
Brother Mickey Mouse seemed to have seen the two of them, as if he had seen a savior. He turned around and rushed towards Chu Ping and Lao Xie Tou.
Chu Ping didn't expect it to be so sudden. When he reacted, he didn't know when there was an extra drawer of buns in his hand.
The buns must have been freshly baked, they are still warm in your hand.
"Brother, these are the buns I brought for you. You don't need to thank me."
The voice of Brother Mickey Mouse was heard not far away.
"Thank you so much!"
Lao Xietou didn't seem to have expected that such a change would happen, and the two of them stared at each other for a long time.
